I get by with a little help from my friends

 

Richard and Elenamary

Richard and Elenamary

My good friend Richard, an Australian national phoned me and asked if I would meet him at the North Gate entrance of our university to accompany him to get his haircut.  His argument was that my Chinese was better than his and that I could stop them if they started to do something horrendous.  My Chinese albeit at this point slightly better than Richard’s (his is now better) was also awful–but I’ve never been timid about trying.  I met-up with Richard and shortly after received a phone call from our friend Dee a Thai national.

Dee

Dee

Dee and I lived in the same building and he was feeling ill, could I please bring him back some anti-diarrhea medicine– no problem I was on it.  At this point we were finishing with Richard’s haircut when in walked Adlet our Kazakh friend.  Adlet asked what we are up to and laughed at the dubiousness of Richard relying on my Chinese to get his haircut.  I argued, “Well look at him, his hair is cut isn’t it? He looks good so my Chinese worked well enough.” Adlet still laughing questioned me inquiring “how are you going to get the medicine?”  That I figured was more manageable then a hair cut.  “I don’t know the word for diarrhea but I do know the words for poop and explosion.  I will use those words and then see what happens.”

Adlet and Elenamary

Adlet and Elenamary

Adlet always down to tease me, decided to join us and watch me attempt to purchase the medicine.  I used my limited vocabulary and when I used the word explosion pointed at my own butt.  It worked!  I was quite pleased with myself and Adlet enjoyed watching me act out “poop explosion”.
I have been thinking a lot about that day, as I have spent the last few days in Singapore.  I never spoke mandarin well but I am realizing that I did know way more than I gave myself credit for.  I have had a few, let’s call them conversations (barely conversations) the last few days that have ranged in topic from directions, ordering food, to finding an unoccupied bathroom.  I didn’t know I still had that vocabulary.  It has been good for the ego.  Interestingly, I feel more understood here in Singapore, in that I haven’t had to repeat a word trying to find the correct tone, as I did when in Hainan.  I am not sure why I am understood more readily here and need to think about it more.

Ich habe die Qual der Wahl

There is a phrase in German, I absolutely love, “Ich habe die Qual der Wahl” it would somewhat equate to “I am being tortured by the choices I have”.

I am very thankful that I have two great opportunities one professionally and one personally but Ich habe die Qual der Wahl. I am unsure which to choose, and I must choose as they are happening on the same date. I have the opportunity to travel to South Carolina and compete in triathlon at the USAT Collegiate Nationals with the OSU team, which I have never done before and may never have the opportunity to do so again. I also have the opportunity to create a summer program for Latino high school students on heritage language development in the medical fields that will give these students access to college credit and exposure to a university campus, and as part of this program am being invited by my department, expenses paid, to the “Midwest Heritage Language Summit: Fostering the Languages of Your Community” conference in Michigan.
Both the triathlon and conference are on Saturday, April 23rd—Ich habe die Qual der Wahl. Yesterday, after talking to my friend I had decided I didn’t want to die having missed out on the opportunity to go to nationals but I am totally okay dying and not having made it to another academic conference. Then today, after talking to my academic mentor I felt I should go to the conference. The conference will have direct impact on the work I want to do not just in the next 3 months but the next ten years.
I am trying very hard to be thankful that I have both professional and personal opportunities but this decision is torture.

Not so posh, ni tan fresita

I have an ability to speak a posh standardized form of English when desired but not so much in Spanish.  I have more formal education in English, my Spanish while my first language is very informal, and rather unsophisticated in some circles.   My lack of poshness in Spanish or as we’d say ‘fresita’ has been noted while Felipe has visited the last few days.  Felipe a Colombian friend and I were once skyping and a Mexican friend (who had unlike me attended wealthy prep schools in Mexico) overheard our conversation and when it ended noted that Felipe spoke “muy culto, muy fino” (very cultured, very refined) and then asked how it was he tolerated my country-bumpkin way of speaking.  He wasn’t the last to make note of it and I do in fact speak like someone from the rural mountains of Mexico, or the non-standard/élite form of speaking.  It is odd how self-conscious I have been about the “poshness” of my Spanish, the last few days.  Felipe hasn’t made me feel this way, in fact he has complimented my way of speaking but I know that unlike with English, it is much more difficult for me to have levels of sophistication (for a lack of a better adjective) in Spanish.

elenamary y felipe

The State of Mexico on Elenamary

This is a great article by Daniel Hernandez for Vice News: Mexico is Having Its Most Depressing Election in Recent Years.

I think I like it so much because it touches on so many things that are of strong influence on me, yet that aren’t known by others here in Ohio, and so I can share this well written English article that offers a glimpse into the state of Mexico.

People here don’t know too much about the 43 and when they do it isn’t real to them in the same way it is to me.  I have driven by that school how many times, was held up (in a very considerate way) by those students, that my mother is friends with a mother of the missing 43.

That yes political elections are scary in Mexico right now and that I have multiple friends involved in multiple political parties.  One friend in particular I am frighted for is, Salomón, who is running for Governor of Guerrero, a state that has already had two political candidates murdered this year.

That the drug wars have effected me closely and taken a friend.  That Michoacán where my family is from, and Oaxaca where my godparents and friends live are in political upheaval more so than other states.

Daniel’s article does a great job of covering and weaving all these topics in a way that the English speaker interested in Mexico, can understand.  I am quite thankful I can share this article.

https://news.vice.com/article/mexico-is-having-its-most-depressing-election-in-recent-history

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Dr. Maya Angelou’s

Phenomenal Woman

Many women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.