Frustration and Patience

I've come to know two ideas very well since I've been in Martinique. The first is frustration, and, to cope with that, I've become very familiar with patience. I've experienced frustration for many reasons. First, my paperwork has been screwed up ever since I got here. Somehow my response of "I'm coming to Martinique" never made it to the people that it was supposed to so on the first day of orientation the administrators for the program were a bit surprised that I showed up. My teaching tutor had been in contact with the program and she to let them know that I was coming so it's strange that they didn't know I was still planning on working. Thankfully that didn't affect my job and I was still able to work without a problem. However, since the proper people did not receive my response about work, I didn't receive all of the paperwork that I was supposed to have. Thus, I managed to get my visa without what turned out to be a somewhat important piece of immigration paperwork. I received my vise no problem while I was still in the States, but when I was completing my paperwork to receive my salary I was missing this immigration document. After much waiting it turned out that it wasn't as important as the administrators made it out to be because I received my salary eventually. I had a torrid time getting my salary set up. We had orientation on a Friday shortly after I got there and we were told to have a bank account set up and our paperwork in order for the following Friday in order to receive our salaries on time at the end of October. Of course everything that could have gone wrong at the bank did. I had an appointment the Tuesday following orientation in which I arrived in the meeting with all of the paperwork I could have possibly needed. The lady who helped my was extremely nice but she made the wrong copy of my visa using my visa for the time that I studied in Grenoble. Then she failed to ask me for my work contract which I didn't find out until the day my paperwork was due for receiving my salary. Finally after a week, almost two I received to my bank account and went to the administrators in charge of Teaching Assistants only to discover that I was missing my that immigration document I mentioned earlier. That slowed up the process of receiving my salary further. Finally almost two months in I got paid. Unfortunately, it's still been a month and a half since I opened my bank account and I still don't have a working debit card. I have the card but no pin number because the bank used an imaginary address to try to send me my pin number. The address was some sort of combination of numbers, streets and cities in the United States and Martinique. Thankfully the address was so screwed up that no one else could have possibly received my pin number because it would have been impossible to mail anything to the address they had. The last line had both Martinique and the United States listed as the country.

On top of frustration with the paperwork and financial situation in Martinique, school has been frustrating up until the last week or so. Two months in I will have finally met all of the classes I will be working with. This has been incredibly frustrating because I've only been able to cover at most two subjects in my classes. The first being class introductions where the students get to meet me and I get to meet them. Everyone answers five simple questions and the students get an image of me as I get a small glimpse of who they are. This is often fun and it's nice to have every student talk and give them some confidence that they can speak English. Unfortunately this gets old after the first month of doing introductions. The second month of introductions really drags on. Fortunately, with a couple of classes I've been able to talk about High School life in the United States. Unfortunately that's been only in two or three of my eighteen classes. Again, thankfully, I've been able to talk about Thanksgiving this week with a couple more of my classes which has allowed me to do lesson work now with roughly one third of my classes. The other two thirds I haven't seen but more than once since I arrived. Further, I am disappointed with the level of students speaking ability and the reluctance of many students to try speaking. Every class has a handful of good students and a couple of classes everyone is good speakers and is willing to speak. Unfortunately many students are teenagers (I forgot what it was like to be 16, 17, 18) and school is not there favorite subject. Thus, they could learn more if they tried harder but that's always the case with this age group no matter where you are in the world. By and large though, the kids are good and most, when called upon, do try. There are a couple of students that could be better if they wanted to be and there a couple of classes as a whole could be better if they tried harder.

Transportation stinks here to if you don't have a car. I won't say more because I'm making myself frustrated by talking about my frustrations.

I have come to know patience very well since being Martinique. I can attribute that to coping with the frustrations that I have mentioned above. In the end, everything works out and so I've become patient reminding myself that the frustration is only temporary. The lack of work and lesson planning has afforded me the time to read and watch a lot of soccer which I have been thankful for. It's been a drastic change from life in Seattle where I was living in the heart of a major American city where I had everything at my fingertips. The slowness of life in Martinique has been a welcome change and has aided my furthering understanding of patience. In Seattle as well as the rest of the country it is easy to get what you want when you want it. Groceries are open 24 hours, most shops and restaurants are open 7 days a week. That's not the case on an island and especially not the case on a French island. Ironically enough, I have to plan further in advance to get the things that I need to get done in Martinique because I can only accomplish a couple of tasks each day. Because I am traveling most places by foot or unreliable buses there is a limited amount of time in which I can do things. It's a nice change from American life where I was scrambling to cram as many things as I could in a single day. Every minute hear seems to be an exercise in patience. I think that is healthy for the mind especially coming from an American generation that was one of the first to know instant gratification throughout our lives. I hope that I will be able a more humble and patient person when I come back to the states. Frustration has not been fun but patience has become rewarding and calming. Although I could do without the frustrations, I am glad they are there so that I can continue to learn patience.