Prabodhini Ekadashi

This week was Prabodhini Ekadashi, when Lord Devi is supposed to awaken from a four month sleep. So has the training centre, where we are overwhelmed by training after months of inactivity. Three groups of secondary teachers started on November 2, including an English group that I seem to have overall responsibility for. The notebooks for the trainees are from a new supplier. The usual tasteful Nepali scenes of mountains and temples have been replaced by a series called Classmate. The classmates depicted on the covers are scantily clad lovelies with long blonde hair and names like Avril and Bonny. Rather disturbing, but the teachers seem oblivious.
This week, I have been joined by Bindeshwor and Parmila in the English group. Bindeshwor attended some ‘master trainers’ workshops that I led – and is impressive; probably the best of the part time trainers we have. He arrives at midday, having already taught 5 English lessons in his school, followed by 3 Maths lessons in a private college. His degree is in Science. . Parmila treats the group like a class of 70 grade 9s. Beside her I feel decidedly shabby. She drips with gold jewellery, has a range of beautiful chiffon saris covered in sequins and sparkly high heeled mules. My limited collection of kurtas has suffered from 18 months of washing in Indian detergent and my ‘five-strap’ sandals now have only three. I lead parts of the training every day and am delighted to see a change in the teachers – none of them have worked with a native speaker before; some cannot cope much above grade 7 level, while some of the young ones are studying for masters degrees and are very able. Many of them arrive early in the morning so we can have ‘conversation’ before class starts; it’s wonderful to see their confidence grow. They are now starting to play ‘learning English’ games with relish and lots of laughter and are beginning to realise that their role is helping students learn, rather than delivering the textbook. Let’s hope it transfers to their classrooms.
Many of the 130 primary teachers who arrived on Sunday are elderly men who had hoped to escape training (this is the last year), but they have settled down and seem to be enjoying themselves. There are a few bright eyed young women too. Many are drifting from the 6am classes to 11am, so the later shift is now uncomfortably full. My days are busy, mostly with the English group, but with some input into Science (practical activities that do not require any resources) and primary training.
Meanwhile David is having a wonderful time with Manu the bear, who is now an honorary member of the class, with his own chair and name badge. In both schools, the ECD teacher has been really responsive and loves using the new materials he has made. A delegation from the DEO office has been to watch and he is now inundated with requests. At last!
Chhath was the last of the big festivals and we went to the river with Josef, Hanna and the children. A colourful and enjoyable evening. At home we are beset by a plague of grasshoppers, ranging in size from barely visible to chunky ones suitable for coating in chocolate. They are worst when the power goes off, when they flock to our emergency fluorescent lamp. At night they entertain themselves by jumping all over us and especially enjoy wandering through our hair. Perhaps they think its grass. David hoovers furiously each morning to get rid of the dead bodies. Especially important today as Josef and Hanna are coming for supper.