Learning the Hard Way
This week has found me reflecting a lot. I feel that at
times I have many unfilled hours in which I find myself thinking about my time
here and how it has affected my perspective on the important things in life.
It’s both a good thing and a bad thing- sometimes the mind can wonder and the imagination
can take hold: whether it’s about what the next year holds and future
adventures or about what I would do if I were to be robbed walking down the
street.
Ultimately I find myself reflecting about how much I have taken
for granted in my life so far. And it always comes back to two aspects-
education and safety. I already know how amazing my family and friends are and
how lucky I am to have them, but these two points I had never really considered
before. Education in England is of a really high standard and we often take it
as a given. Yes, my Mum and Aunty (who are both teachers) will moan about the
amount of paperwork and changes being made by Ministers who essentially are not
in touch with the system. But at the end of the day, the kids in state schools
learn, and the teachers teach. They plan, they evaluate and they put in hours
of work because they know that at some point they will be gruellingly inspected
and have to give evidence of progress. Yes, OFSTED inspections truly sound like
the worst thing that could be implemented. But imagine a system where that level
of inspection and regulation didn’t exist. In Colombian state schools that kind
of paperwork and pressure seems non-existent, so there is less need to put in
such effort unless the teacher desires to. Much like at home, teachers here are
underpaid, but more so. Many of them have a second job to supplement their
income in order to support their family and pay the bills. On top of this, the
students are lucky to have a full week of classes. As a kid I would have longed
for four day weeks and three day weekends, but it pains me to see this reality
for my students. With everything my students already face, they lack the
stability and guaranteed routine of school. Days of classes are continually
cancelled due to meetings, on the part of the school or the Ministry of
Education itself, demonstrations and strikes. Classes have been cut short due
to a lack of water in the school and the threat of the water and electricity
being permanently cut is ever looming, due to unpaid bills on the part of the
Secretary of Education. Sometimes I feel that the public school system here
offers little hope to the kids that come through the gates of the school every
day.
Not forgetting that it is highly un-recommended that I
arrive and leave the school on my own. As for getting my phone out on the
street to check a message, maps or receive a call? Ha, forget it. I won’t “dar
papaya” for anyone. Every time I leave the house I think about how much money I
have. Do I have 5-10 thousand pesos to hand to quickly give someone if I get
robbed? Do I really need to take my phone and is it visible if I tuck it into
the top of my trousers? I’m fully embracing the bra as a replacement for a bag!
When night falls you won’t catch me walking far on my own. Going in search of
drunk food after a night out- you can forget it Ramsey! It’s these kinds of
things I never really thought twice about at home. I have always had paranoia
for pick-pockets since living in Barcelona, but ultimately it didn’t stop me
taking my things with me when I went out. Feeling safe is something I massively
took for granted back home and I think in Europe in general, and it is
something I really miss now I am not there. I’m not saying bad things don’t
happen back home, but it’s highly unlikely your students will actually ask you “have
you been robbed yet?”!
Other differences between our cultures I can look passed,
but for me it has been the difference in these two aspects that has hit me the
most since being in Cali. I don’t want to judge or impose a westernised ideological
perspective upon life in another part of the world, but simply reflect and
compare the areas I have found most difficult to adjust to so far.
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