Saturday, July 31, 2010

Leave it to... someone else!

If the past week has taught me anything, it is that Gods timing is the only timing that means anything. Between visa's, flights, plans and expectations, there are very few things that have gone according to my perceived timing. It seems to have happeneed that way to all of the Grace staff of late. Perhaps the Devil knows exactly where to hit us at this point. Perhaps he thinks if he strikes now, he stops the wonderful and awesome plans of the one true God. I, as usual, have no concise answers...

So, my crazy journey back to Bangladesh started in Sydney airport, where Cathay Pacific were reluctant to let me go due to my Bangladesh visa expiring soon. I guess they were doing the right thing, making sure I wouldn't be deported from Bangladesh at their costs. It didn't seem to matter how much I explained how Bangladesh operates, they didn't want me getting on that plane! Eventually, they let me sign some forms and they let me onto the plane... Then, mid-air to Hong Kong, one of the flight attendants comes and talks to me about it all again, making sure I understood that if anything happened, it was my problem not theirs. Hong Kong airport was a drama all its' own. My flight from their to Dhaka was scheduled to leave at 18:05. By 7.45 they still hadn't posted what gate the flight was laving from! As I was boarding, I was tackled with visa questions again!! Once on the flight, all was well, thank goodness! Dhaka airport, oh dhaka airport! They took my passport away for a little while after telling me 'Ok, Madam' when I told them I was about to reapply for my visa. Luckily, they brought the passport back and then let me into the country!!!! AMEN!

Now that I am back and settling into things, I've been provided with yet more evidence that Bangladesh, like God, works on it's own timetable... The difference between the two, however, is that when God promises something, it happens!!!!!

Til the next instalment,
K xx

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Q and A

20kg... 20kg! It's hard to fit your life into a suitcase, when all you are allowed is 20kg! I guess that this time around, I'm not moving my whole life over to Bangladesh, as I did last year, which is an upside. I am, however, stuck in an endless cycle of 'What is going to be most useful, Gumboots for the flooding or sheet music for my sanity?'... As usual, I think that the music will win the battle!

As usual, friends in Australia are asking all sorts of lovely questions, so I thought I'd stop and try to answer them as eloquently as possible:

What is Bangladesh like?
Well, in terms of climate, Bangladesh is what I imagine sitting in a drier that's 10 minutes into an hour cycle would be like. On the one hand, you're moist no matter where you are, and on the other hand it's flipping hot! I have a lovely little application on my laptop which keeps my up to date with the temperature and climate in Dhaka. At this current moment, it is 8 am in Bangladesh and it's already 30% with an added kick of 79% humidity. I really WISH I was kidding! Gees, the humidity is going to kill me next week! In other climate news, it's monsoon season at the moment, which means potential torrential rain, flooding and general blah-ness. Perhaps we'll have to head to school one day in boats rather than busses!

Why are you in Bangladesh?
This is a question that has so many long answers. The most straightforward response is this: I am in Bangladesh because God placed a calling on my life. I wasn't necessarily called to Bangladesh or teaching, I was called to live a life of genuine obedience, where I am challenged to do whatever God asks of me. It's something I have struggled with my whole life. Looking back, I now realise that there have been instances where I have not been obedient. I'm in Bangladesh as a teacher at a school that serves the mission families of Bangladesh by taking responsibility of the schooling of their children so that THEY can do what God has asked them to do without feeling any angst over the development or educational status of their children.

What does a 'normal' day look like for you in Bangladesh?
My day often starts by hitting the snooze button quite a few times! I have NEVER been a morning person, but the 'early to bed, early to rise' culture of Bangladesh schooling means that I get picked up for work at 6:45. I tell you what, those sorts of hours of the morning were NOT part of Gods perfect plan!!! On days when I sleep in, I leave for school at 7:15, to be in my classroom, doing final prep for the day by 7:30. The kids are brought to school on our fleet of school busses (basically just a set of vans) and they start to arrive at 7:45. The school day doesn't start until 8:15, but the kids are in the classroom early, finishing work from the previous day, reading, playing quiet games etc until the bell goes. Each day we have an assembly where the kids sing, pray and learn about God. These times are really special, the teachers take turns leading the assemblies and everyone has their own style. At the end of the day, when the cherubs have gone home I generally stay at school for a little while to do prep for the following day. We're very blessed in Dhaka to have a few western comforts like Internet and coffee shops - a lifesaver at the end of a long day!

What do you do aside from school? Are you able to relax?
Because there is such a large expatriate community in Bangladesh, there are many options for relaxation. There are 'clubs' people can join (There is an American club, Australian Club, Canadian club etc). These clubs provide respite, they are just a great place to hang out and unwind. The Australian club has a very laid-back feel, with a pool, tennis court, gym, bar, restaurant and tv area. Needless to say, escaping into the pool is a great way to waste an afternoon or 5 a week! Some of the bigger clubs have other things like dart competitions, pool tables etc which offer different relaxation! For those of us who are feminine and like to be pampered, there are eastern-run, Western-like salons, where getting your nails done is super cheap and a nice treat!

When are you moving back to Australia?
Ok guys, you can stop asking this question, because i quite simply DON'T have an answer for you! I'm contracted in Bangladesh until June 2011, and I don't know at this stage whether I will extend my contract, head back to Australia or move on somewhere else. When God makes the next move apparent, I promise I will tell people! But for the near future, the answer is 'Ami jani na' (I don't know - in Bangla!).

What's the best part about being in Bangladesh?
Without a doubt, the most pleasantly surprising thing about being in Bangladesh is the people who are now such an important part of my life. I now have friends spread out all over the world! It's amazing that God has intertwined so many lives through Grace International School. How else would I have met two Canadians, a wonderful friend from Northern Ireland, a ton of Bengali people who I love and numerous friends?!

What's the most confronting thing there?
Confrontation here can come at you from many fronts. What one person may find overwhelming isn't so bad for someone else. The thing that has shaken me more than anything here has been the immense poverty. That people need to beg in order to live astounds me. There are kids who were born on the streets, who work on the streets, grow up, learn to survive, and the shocking truth is that for most of them, that is the only life they will ever know.

Can you communicate while you're in Bangladesh?
You know what?! Skype is quite possibly the best invention ever! The beauty of Skype is unlimited. Between free phone calls and chat, free VIDEO calls are amazing and mean that even though I feel so far away from home, I'm still connected! Seriously, it's a free download! Add me - sydney.sweetheart ;)
As for the language-side of communication here, I'm very blessed that alot of people in Bangladesh speak enough English so that we can communicate! So, between their fumbled attempts at Engligh and my fumbled attempts at Banlga, we do just fine :)




If you have other questions, I'm more than happy to answer them! Fire away!

Kim xox

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Somewhere down the line

One day, the time will come when you realise that at some point, the dream ended and reality began. When that time comes, it hits you like a slap in the face, it wounds you in ways you didn't think anything could... and when it's done causing the pain that it can, it continues to spiral inside you, looking for a place to rest.

Please don't misunderstand me, dreams are beatiful, amazing and splendid things. I have never once doubted the place that dreams can have in a persons life (though, perhaps my dream of having perfect Disney-style hair was a tad unrealistic given that my hair has never failed to be unruly and frizzy at best). Dreams and idealisms give us the chance to look ahead and see something wonderful, and it often gives us the strength to strive towards such a goal.

I think that perhaps, that is enough from me tonight. I fear that if I write anymore, the fact that it is 2:30 am will hit fairly heavily...

Til the next instalment,
Kim xox

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Leave it to... someone else!

If the past week has taught me anything, it is that Gods timing is the only timing that means anything. Between visa's, flights, plans and expectations, there are very few things that have gone according to my perceived timing. It seems to have happeneed that way to all of the Grace staff of late. Perhaps the Devil knows exactly where to hit us at this point. Perhaps he thinks if he strikes now, he stops the wonderful and awesome plans of the one true God. I, as usual, have no concise answers...

So, my crazy journey back to Bangladesh started in Sydney airport, where Cathay Pacific were reluctant to let me go due to my Bangladesh visa expiring soon. I guess they were doing the right thing, making sure I wouldn't be deported from Bangladesh at their costs. It didn't seem to matter how much I explained how Bangladesh operates, they didn't want me getting on that plane! Eventually, they let me sign some forms and they let me onto the plane... Then, mid-air to Hong Kong, one of the flight attendants comes and talks to me about it all again, making sure I understood that if anything happened, it was my problem not theirs. Hong Kong airport was a drama all its' own. My flight from their to Dhaka was scheduled to leave at 18:05. By 7.45 they still hadn't posted what gate the flight was laving from! As I was boarding, I was tackled with visa questions again!! Once on the flight, all was well, thank goodness! Dhaka airport, oh dhaka airport! They took my passport away for a little while after telling me 'Ok, Madam' when I told them I was about to reapply for my visa. Luckily, they brought the passport back and then let me into the country!!!! AMEN!

Now that I am back and settling into things, I've been provided with yet more evidence that Bangladesh, like God, works on it's own timetable... The difference between the two, however, is that when God promises something, it happens!!!!!

Til the next instalment,
K xx

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Q and A

20kg... 20kg! It's hard to fit your life into a suitcase, when all you are allowed is 20kg! I guess that this time around, I'm not moving my whole life over to Bangladesh, as I did last year, which is an upside. I am, however, stuck in an endless cycle of 'What is going to be most useful, Gumboots for the flooding or sheet music for my sanity?'... As usual, I think that the music will win the battle!

As usual, friends in Australia are asking all sorts of lovely questions, so I thought I'd stop and try to answer them as eloquently as possible:

What is Bangladesh like?
Well, in terms of climate, Bangladesh is what I imagine sitting in a drier that's 10 minutes into an hour cycle would be like. On the one hand, you're moist no matter where you are, and on the other hand it's flipping hot! I have a lovely little application on my laptop which keeps my up to date with the temperature and climate in Dhaka. At this current moment, it is 8 am in Bangladesh and it's already 30% with an added kick of 79% humidity. I really WISH I was kidding! Gees, the humidity is going to kill me next week! In other climate news, it's monsoon season at the moment, which means potential torrential rain, flooding and general blah-ness. Perhaps we'll have to head to school one day in boats rather than busses!

Why are you in Bangladesh?
This is a question that has so many long answers. The most straightforward response is this: I am in Bangladesh because God placed a calling on my life. I wasn't necessarily called to Bangladesh or teaching, I was called to live a life of genuine obedience, where I am challenged to do whatever God asks of me. It's something I have struggled with my whole life. Looking back, I now realise that there have been instances where I have not been obedient. I'm in Bangladesh as a teacher at a school that serves the mission families of Bangladesh by taking responsibility of the schooling of their children so that THEY can do what God has asked them to do without feeling any angst over the development or educational status of their children.

What does a 'normal' day look like for you in Bangladesh?
My day often starts by hitting the snooze button quite a few times! I have NEVER been a morning person, but the 'early to bed, early to rise' culture of Bangladesh schooling means that I get picked up for work at 6:45. I tell you what, those sorts of hours of the morning were NOT part of Gods perfect plan!!! On days when I sleep in, I leave for school at 7:15, to be in my classroom, doing final prep for the day by 7:30. The kids are brought to school on our fleet of school busses (basically just a set of vans) and they start to arrive at 7:45. The school day doesn't start until 8:15, but the kids are in the classroom early, finishing work from the previous day, reading, playing quiet games etc until the bell goes. Each day we have an assembly where the kids sing, pray and learn about God. These times are really special, the teachers take turns leading the assemblies and everyone has their own style. At the end of the day, when the cherubs have gone home I generally stay at school for a little while to do prep for the following day. We're very blessed in Dhaka to have a few western comforts like Internet and coffee shops - a lifesaver at the end of a long day!

What do you do aside from school? Are you able to relax?
Because there is such a large expatriate community in Bangladesh, there are many options for relaxation. There are 'clubs' people can join (There is an American club, Australian Club, Canadian club etc). These clubs provide respite, they are just a great place to hang out and unwind. The Australian club has a very laid-back feel, with a pool, tennis court, gym, bar, restaurant and tv area. Needless to say, escaping into the pool is a great way to waste an afternoon or 5 a week! Some of the bigger clubs have other things like dart competitions, pool tables etc which offer different relaxation! For those of us who are feminine and like to be pampered, there are eastern-run, Western-like salons, where getting your nails done is super cheap and a nice treat!

When are you moving back to Australia?
Ok guys, you can stop asking this question, because i quite simply DON'T have an answer for you! I'm contracted in Bangladesh until June 2011, and I don't know at this stage whether I will extend my contract, head back to Australia or move on somewhere else. When God makes the next move apparent, I promise I will tell people! But for the near future, the answer is 'Ami jani na' (I don't know - in Bangla!).

What's the best part about being in Bangladesh?
Without a doubt, the most pleasantly surprising thing about being in Bangladesh is the people who are now such an important part of my life. I now have friends spread out all over the world! It's amazing that God has intertwined so many lives through Grace International School. How else would I have met two Canadians, a wonderful friend from Northern Ireland, a ton of Bengali people who I love and numerous friends?!

What's the most confronting thing there?
Confrontation here can come at you from many fronts. What one person may find overwhelming isn't so bad for someone else. The thing that has shaken me more than anything here has been the immense poverty. That people need to beg in order to live astounds me. There are kids who were born on the streets, who work on the streets, grow up, learn to survive, and the shocking truth is that for most of them, that is the only life they will ever know.

Can you communicate while you're in Bangladesh?
You know what?! Skype is quite possibly the best invention ever! The beauty of Skype is unlimited. Between free phone calls and chat, free VIDEO calls are amazing and mean that even though I feel so far away from home, I'm still connected! Seriously, it's a free download! Add me - sydney.sweetheart ;)
As for the language-side of communication here, I'm very blessed that alot of people in Bangladesh speak enough English so that we can communicate! So, between their fumbled attempts at Engligh and my fumbled attempts at Banlga, we do just fine :)




If you have other questions, I'm more than happy to answer them! Fire away!

Kim xox

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Somewhere down the line

One day, the time will come when you realise that at some point, the dream ended and reality began. When that time comes, it hits you like a slap in the face, it wounds you in ways you didn't think anything could... and when it's done causing the pain that it can, it continues to spiral inside you, looking for a place to rest.

Please don't misunderstand me, dreams are beatiful, amazing and splendid things. I have never once doubted the place that dreams can have in a persons life (though, perhaps my dream of having perfect Disney-style hair was a tad unrealistic given that my hair has never failed to be unruly and frizzy at best). Dreams and idealisms give us the chance to look ahead and see something wonderful, and it often gives us the strength to strive towards such a goal.

I think that perhaps, that is enough from me tonight. I fear that if I write anymore, the fact that it is 2:30 am will hit fairly heavily...

Til the next instalment,
Kim xox