Archive for October, 2004

  • I’m a Student Again

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    I didn’t realize how much I was going to feel like a college student again during this language learning process. I also didn’t expect that learning the vocabularly of a three-year-old would be more grueling than 400-level course at the UW.

    Each morning I take a 20-minute, 10-cent bus ride (usually standing in the packed aisle, sweating at 8 a.m.) to the Center. This is where church services were formerly held, but since moving to the house-church system it is now mainly used as the church office, a place to hold meetings and language lessons, and includes two rooms that are designated to our Santisuk Partners team.

    For two hours Jen and I meet with Juum, our language tutor. We are working through a series of books that takes you first through tone and sound reproduction and then into basic vocabularly. We’re not even learning the Thai script yet, but are using a system based on Roman letters. It’s hard enough to distinguish different sounds and tones without having to memorize the extensive Thai alphabet and complex spelling rules.

    So far we know our numbers pretty well, can order some basic food and drinks at a restaurant, can (in theory) give simple directions to a taxi driver, identify colors, and say the basics like “hello”, “thank you” and the important greetings “have you eaten yet?” and “where are you going?” which, I’ve learned, don’t require a full answer– they’re more like our “how are you?”

    Yesterday was our first day of also creating a “script”, or short paragraph, to memorize and then practice extensively with local vendors and people in the community. Our script yesterday essentially went like this:

    “Hello. I am learning Thai. My name is Sara. I come from America. Now I am staying in Bangkok. I will be here two years. Can I come back and see you tomorrow?”

    It’s a little ridiculous sounding, but I’ve found that people like to talk to the weird Americans and are just happily amused by us. Almost everyone here is incredibly friendly and helpful.

    So now the routine will be two hours with Juum, and hour or two with a “language helper” (someone on staff here) who knows enough English to help us develop a script for the day, and then most of the rest of the day practicing the script. I also set aside time for a daily devotional time, as well as some time to practice parts of the language lesson that we didn’t incorporate into the script.

    By the end of yesterday, my first full day of this, I was exhausted. This stuff just hurts my brain. Not to mention it involves much extroversion which for me requires a lot of energy. But I’m also highly motivated. It’s nice to have just one thing to focus all of my efforts on. And it is so rewarding– I’m already noticing I can pick up more words in the conversations around me and can communicate in limited ways already.

    Please keep this process in your prayers. Ask for God to increase my memory capacity, to give me increased discipline as this is largely a self-motivated process (much like being a college student– pray that I don’t fall back into some of my old habits of procrastination!). Pray for energy and for patient Thais who will work with me as I practice. Thank God with me for the excitement and hopefulness he’s given me already, and for how much he’s helped me in these first few weeks.

  • Introducing Permsup

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    How do I share about my first two weeks as a missionary in Bangkok? Well, first of all, I don’t feel like a missionary yet– more like a small child. So much here is unfamiliar. I had to learn how to use the bathroom all over again (the “squatty-potty”), people have to lead me anywhere I want to go, and to order food I have to rely on pointing and grunting. I can’t even sound out the words on signs here because it’s in an entirely different script. It is very humbling! But also exciting as I embrace a new culture and life.

    Instead of giving you a day-by-day account of what I’ve been up to, I think I’ll mostly post snapshots of life here. The first will be of Permsup, my new home.

    Permsup is a community of about 120 families living in mostly one- or two-room shacks built on stilts over a swamp. We are in the shadow of a driving range and a massage parlor, a short stroll from a large informal market within sight of modern cars, buses and convenience stores. The walls of the houses are plywood and the roof is corrugated metal, making it sound like you’re in a tin can during the downpours (we’re at the end of the rainy season right now). Holes in the walls and floors allow little lizards and various sized roaches to come in and out, but happily they try to find the first exit once they realize you’re in the room.

    Jen and I use one room of our house as a shared bedroom and the other as a kind of “main room” which at the moment consists of a small refrigerator and a low table (the kind you eat at while sitting on the floor– chairs are almost never used in the homes here. In fact, meals are most often laid out on the floor, too). We have hopes of getting some mats or other things to sit on, but probably won’t have a full kitchen, at least for awhile– meals from the numerous street vendors are rarely over 75 cents, so making our own wouldn’t save much money but would be a demand on our time.

    The other room is our bedroom. We sleep on thick mats under a mosquito net, and burn coils to smoke them out, too. We have a couple sets of plastic drawers and a fabric enclosed wardrobe thing. We wash our clothes at a nearby store and then hang them to dry outside. Our bathroom is a kind of outhouse located just out our front door, with a squatty-potty and giant urn for bucket showers.

    The conditions are really rough, but mostly it just feels like camping. Still, I can’t imagine raising a family here. There are mangy dogs and cats around and some sketchy characters in other parts of the community. But most of the people here are so friendly. Our landlord, Chai, and his family have been really helpful and are looking out for us. Chai’s wife Lin even did my laundry for me the other day. On a daily basis one of our neighbors or someone Dave knows will invite us in for a meal and to teach us some Thai phrases. There are adorable kids running around and plenty of people stopping by our house to chat (or gesture and smile, in our case).

    Permsup, along with most of the 1,000+ slum communities in this city, are largely Isaan. The families migrated here from the Northeast looking for work and have been mostly confined to low-income jobs such as construction, bus fare collection, and selling food or goods in the informal economy. Thai is their second language, though they are fluent, and we hope to eventually also learn Isaan, their heart language.

    There are my observations so far. More later!