Back Problems, ISK Work and Linguistic Frustration Begin
The second vertebrea in my spine was way out of line so there was a great deal of pain for a while; I managed to locate two chiropractors, but both were out of the country. Recovery came, mostly by my hanging from a door jamb. That new bed (together with a lot of lifting) was the cause. Now a mattress that lies flat on the floor serves as my bed. Haven't been running for about a week, though this morning there was no pain at all. Don't want to push recovery too quickly.
Yesterday the teachers went through KIA's (the old, non-existent school's) books and supplies. We were supposed to get rid of what we could not use to make room, but since the new curriculum has not come in and no one is sure exactly what was ordered for them, very little was actually discarded. The Administration Building is filled with last year's materials still. Two small piles, one of trash and one for what can be donated, lay out back (it never rains in the summer here - only dust storms.) In less than a week, we are doing a registration and open house. One building is only half constructed; other buildings are under renovation, nothing has been cleaned, except the Admin Building and it has all of KIA's stuff strewn all over. What will the parents come to see?
Language learning has been a complete disaster so far. My every national conversation is conducted in pigeon Dari interspersed with Spanish and English words. Wild gesticulations are made both by me and my friend/victim, trying to make ourselves understood. At the main worksite, the some workers routinely shift from Dari to Pashto and Urdu when I come; all of us (even ISK's nationals) are having communication issues with them, yet mine are much more severe - on an "honor" level in a shame based culture. The more I study, the more reclusive my English speaking peers perceive me. And to top it all off, when there is a problem, those peers come to me because I am the one who, "speaks Dari". Again, speaking Dari is not something that will pay off in the short or even medium term. Quality learning language is so difficult, so costly, so emotionally humiliating, that it makes no sense unless I can stay here to live in a completely different epoch of life. May that epoch come quickly.
Yesterday the teachers went through KIA's (the old, non-existent school's) books and supplies. We were supposed to get rid of what we could not use to make room, but since the new curriculum has not come in and no one is sure exactly what was ordered for them, very little was actually discarded. The Administration Building is filled with last year's materials still. Two small piles, one of trash and one for what can be donated, lay out back (it never rains in the summer here - only dust storms.) In less than a week, we are doing a registration and open house. One building is only half constructed; other buildings are under renovation, nothing has been cleaned, except the Admin Building and it has all of KIA's stuff strewn all over. What will the parents come to see?
Language learning has been a complete disaster so far. My every national conversation is conducted in pigeon Dari interspersed with Spanish and English words. Wild gesticulations are made both by me and my friend/victim, trying to make ourselves understood. At the main worksite, the some workers routinely shift from Dari to Pashto and Urdu when I come; all of us (even ISK's nationals) are having communication issues with them, yet mine are much more severe - on an "honor" level in a shame based culture. The more I study, the more reclusive my English speaking peers perceive me. And to top it all off, when there is a problem, those peers come to me because I am the one who, "speaks Dari". Again, speaking Dari is not something that will pay off in the short or even medium term. Quality learning language is so difficult, so costly, so emotionally humiliating, that it makes no sense unless I can stay here to live in a completely different epoch of life. May that epoch come quickly.

