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We Like Our Ceremonies with Extra Pomp October 2, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — aleicook @ 9:15 pm

Ukrainians heart holidays, that much I know is true.   Any opportunity to break out the valeyky stil (big table) and wine shots is openly welcomed which means that the standard bank holidays are supplemented with celebrating many a random category.  There are  ‘Name Days’ for every Sasha, Dasha and Pasha.  For the sake of inclusion we’ve got Women’s Day, Men’s Day and Children’s Day so really no one is left out.  Religious celebration abound with curious correlations inluding being hit by sticks and prohibited from cooking with vegetables that are strenuous to prepare.  Even workers get recognized with a day devoted to almost every profession as evidenced by the ‘Day of Journalists’.  Not all of the celebrations warrant an excused absence, but they do often include a ceremony down at the Palace of Culture (a Soviet throwback to what’s basically a community center with a stage).  They like for things to look very professional around here so everyone dresses up & crowds together in the auditorium for the big event.  While theoretically the content differs, Peace Corps volunteers (or at least my friends) seem to perceive all of these momentous occasions pretty darn similarly.  There’s a pattern, complex yet constant, that we tend to experience without fail.  Yesterday just so happened to be Teacher’s Day which provides me with an excellent opportunity to illustrate the experience step by step while it’s still fresh in my memory.  Lucky you.

The Waiting- part of my lesson in letting go has been adjusting to Ukrainian time frames.  Yesterday was just another pop quiz.  We left school together at 10:30 & got there within 10 minutes to secure our seats for the concert that was set to start at 11:00.  We walked in to a pretty full house, the projector was on & about 15 students were spotlighted on stage with their guitars in place ready to go.  Half an hour later, the scene was exactly the same.  The poor kids sat up their patiently as we hung out reading Avon catalogues & hailing over friends from other villages.  Another 15 minutes later the kids finally got the OK to start their song & the crowd quieted down but only temporarily before outrage emerged over the blatant lack of fanfare.  Thank goodness that word is a cognate because I wouldn’t have otherwise believed the ample amount of conspiratorial questioning was in reference to the overly casual kick-off.  Literally all around me were  whispers “Where is fanfare?” “There should be fanfare.” “There’s always fanfare.” “Why isn’t there fanfare?”.  Pretending to be enthralled by the guitar song proved my best bet at not starting things off on a bad foot by laughing inappropriately right from the get go.  I was legitimately worried that the pleas for pomp were going to bubble over at the expense of the kids, but they were finally drowned out by a trumpet blast that announced officially that the ceremony had started.  Justice was restored.

The Tease-  most ceremonies begin with speeches by the highest ranked officials.  Since this was the regional center’s celebration we had the Head of Education come up with two other important administators and congratulate us all on the day.  This is also the point when I’m feeling pretty  good.  I’m usually happy to be included, surrounded in all of the energy, & able to understand at least a good 70% of the words being spoken.  I’m taking in the scene – a big auditorium, the stage decorated with 5 different types of curtains & paper flowers throughout, movie theatre seating – & listening intently to each of their speeches.  All’s well.

The Reality Check- this is the point, usually 10 minutes or so in, when I realize that my eyes have completely glazed over & I am now just looking at the flowers & tuning out the Ukrainian.  70% comprehension seems so encouraging, but it’s a fragment nonetheless and that other 30% just so happens to be a little bit pivotal.  Plus thanks to my good friend the case system, the same concept can be referenced to with 5 different words (school, for instance, could be called shkola, shkoloo, shkoli, or shkil depending on the context) leading all hopes of comprehension to slip out of reach.  Spirits are still relatively high at this point however, as my attention span is almost on par with my age & there’s plenty to find humor in.  Specifically, the fact that each new presenter is ushered on to the stage with cheesy instrumental versions of Fields of Glory, Chariots of Fire, and Lady in Red.

The Breakdown- an hour later and the 19th time it’s been repeated, Chariots of Fire has lost all traces of triumph and NOTHING is funny anymore.  The movie theatre chairs originally perceived as cute and vintage are now just wooden and unpadded to my poor, cramping legs.  This is also about the time when I remember that bedbugs exist in this world & are obviously all over me.  I itch, twitch & fidget in my chair for another solid hour as the procession alternates between 15 singing performances & what seems like every teacher in an 80 km radius being called on stage and given a certificate.  Also, this entire time audience members are speaking at a completely conversational tone to their neighbors as well as fielding cell phone calls as I wonder where the heck I am & whose mother I need to have the manners talk with.

The Grand Finale- and then, just when I think nothing will ever be funny again, my students bust out with a choreograped hip-hop(ish) dance routine to what I’m almost positive was a High School Musical 3 number (they threw around the word ‘Wildcats’) & I am again struck by my two worlds colliding & how crazy this experience is & am of course back to laughing too loud.

So there you have it- two & a half hours & one emotional rollercoaster.  The rest of the Teacher’s Day festivities were very fun with flowers & candy from my darling students & an after-party with my colleagues full of making toasts in Ukrainian & being pulled into middle of the dance floor.  Now I’m just waiting for next weekend which is, surprise- another holiday 🙂  This time it’s American though, Emily’s 25th birthday, which provides an excellent opportunity to see all my friends from training.  Hope you’re enjoying fall & Happy (every day that we don’t celebrate that you deserve recognition for) from Ukraine!

My darling 6th formers & the constant blur of motion that is my classroom.


2 Responses to “We Like Our Ceremonies with Extra Pomp”

  1. tricia klein Says:

    Hi Alei, Thanks for the updates the picture of you and the kids is so cute!!We went to U of I yesterday for Ill. VS Ohio State Tom went to the game with your dad Luke and Grand parents. I walked around had hot coco in the ARC what a great gym. Went to the bookstores looking for U of I hoodie for me no luck. Finally got to see Matt and meet his new friends so fun and nice. Your dad was proudly talking about you and your U of I experience 🙂 Look forward to seeing you in just a shore time!!
    Mrs Klein

  2. Ian Says:

    That sounds about right : ) Hope everything going well!

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