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The
Washington Post
by Michael Patrick Anderson
Special to The Washington Post, Sunday, August
13,2000
Note: This article made its way to Mrs.
Carol Hecklinger, wife of the former American Ambassador to
Thailand, who greatly helped Volunthai come into existance.
"Why did you come to Thailand?" That's the question
I am most often asked over here, and I have many answers,
depending on who's asking. If it's a colleague at the rural
high school where I taught English for a semester, I say that
I studied Asian history at my university in the United States
and now want to see Asia firsthand. If it's an old woman,
I say I came because I love Thai food. If it's a taxi driver,
I say because Thai women are so beautiful. My students, of
course, assume I came to be a volunteer teacher, but nothing
could be further from the truth.
I came to Thailand to escape. I can't explain exactly what
I was running from, but it had something to do with my country,
something to do with my family and something to do with boredom.
As soon as I finished my mandatory 16 years of schooling,
and had waited on enough tables to save a few thousand dollars,
I began to seek my destination. Where is the other side of
the globe? Where is it midnight when it's noon here? Where
will my stack of traveler's checks last the longest? Those
are the real reasons I came to Thailand.
After two months of traveling, I was tired of traveling and
wanted something more fulfilling. I thought of volunteering
at a Karen refugee camp along Burma's border. Then one day
I stopped in the small town of Phibun Mangsaban in the southeastern
region of Thailand called Isaan. I talked to some students
on the street--their English was better than my Thai--and
they urged me to come speak at their high school. I did, and
the principal invited me to stay and teach English for the
rest of the semester. Thus began one of the best experiences
of my life--beautiful in its simplicity and wonderful because
I was given so much for doing so little.
I'd never thought much about teaching. I didn't understand
how much it means to Thais to speak English. All Thai schools
offer English, but in truth, not many of the teachers speak
it well, so it is hard for the students to learn. My students
were mostly the children of rice farmers in this hot, flat
part of Thailand that few tourists visit. Their school uniforms
concealed their poverty, but I saw the reality when I visited
their homes. The best students dreamed of being teachers and
doctors, but to do so, they must attend a university, and
to do that they must speak English. The school had no money
to pay me, but I was given a host family, a room above a noodle
shop and three meals a day, plus incredible love and prestige.
My day would begin at 6, when I crawled out from under my
mosquito net, slipped on my sarong and took my morning "shower"--cold
water from a basin. Then I would go to the front door, where
my host family "sister" would have delivered fresh
soy milk or ginger tea. I would sit on the stoop and sip my
tea and watch scooters hurry by--some with three or four passengers.
They would stare at me, wondering what this white guy in a
sarong was doing in Phibun so early in the morning. I would
put on my pants/shirt/tie combination--the first time I'd
ever worn a tie to work--and ride my scooter to school. In
the early days, as the first foreigner ever to teach at the
school, I caused a sensation. The boys would yell "hello"
and the girls would scream and giggle--I felt like a Beatle,
circa 1964.
Besides being fed, housed and generally spoiled, I enjoyed
more subtle pleasures. The smiles from my students' parents
as they sat in the market selling their home-grown produce.
The satisfaction of learning a new Thai word correctly. A
monk in a brilliant orange robe, sipping emerald green Fanta
through a straw. The lovely girl I tutored in French, who
couldn't afford to pay me but brought me tiny animals she
made out of paper for my windowsill. The sensual experiences
in Thailand are unending and extraordinary; I savor them.
I think of my American friends, working in an office, starting
at the bottom of the ladder, and I want to stay here forever.
There is so much for a foreigner to learn, especially from
Buddhism, which permeates the people's lives. I have never
feared violence here. People are open and trusting. They teach
you how to be compassionate, how to treat strangers, how to
appreciate simple pleasures, how to accept that you really
have no control over life.
There are many schools and many opportunities, and the reason
I am writing this is to encourage other young Americans to
come here and do what I've done. Not everyone can do it. Probably
you'd either love it or hate it. You have to adapt to the
national attitude of "que sera sera," which renders
clocks and frowns useless. If you can't do that, you'll go
crazy waiting for late buses, slow waitresses and cashiers
using calculators for first-grade level arithmetic.
To succeed, you should be neat and polite, like a good Thai.
Just after college is the perfect time, because you're old
enough to take care of yourself but young enough that mothers
still want to take care of you. You must be open-minded regarding
religion, nationalism and food. At the very least, you must
bow to monks, stand for the king's anthem and eat animals
whose heads are still attached. As a teacher, you must be
patient, caring and creative. And you must be self-sacrificing,
because it's not always fun to be in the middle of nowhere,
a long way from family and friends.
But as I see it, I had the good luck, or good karma, to be
born a middle-class American. I've had 24 years of fun, and
now it's time to give something back. If you want to do that,
there's nothing wrong with the Peace Corps or other groups
that send volunteers abroad, but I didn't need an organization
to find schools that wanted me. Being on my own meant that
I could pick the schools and places I wanted.
Not long ago, visiting my girlfriend in Bangkok, I reread
Ernest Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises" ,and it
occurred to me that Southeast Asia today is like Paris was
in the 1920s--a place where young expatriates can live cheaply
and enjoy a culture very different from their own. I'm not
saying that living and teaching here is glamorous, only that
if you are the right kind of person, Thailand will give you
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What an English Teacher Learned in Thailand
by Jordan Fiorillo
From: www.imascholar.org/CollegiateScholar/Summer2005/thai.cfm
After graduating from Tulane in 2003, I worked for almost a full year as a legal assistant at a small law firm in New Orleans. Because I didn’t find the job to be particularly challenging, I ended up spending a good chunk of my day daydreaming about foreign lands, trying to devise ways to get myself out of an office. So, one day I began looking for a job teaching English abroad. My original plan would have put me somewhere in Central or South America, somewhere I put to use all the time I spent memorizing the preterit and imperfect Spanish verb forms.
I was amazed to find thousands of websites for people searching for the same thing I was: adventures overseas. However, I was amazed to discover that there were few agencies that would place me as a volunteer teacher in a foreign country without asking a few thousand dollars for their assistance. The exceptions to this were church volunteer agencies and several Catholic schools I found in the Caribbean. Aware that I was not equipped to work under such auspices, I continued my search. It was a while before I found a website for an organization willing to train me, house me, and place me in a school as an English teacher for free. Only this organization was not located in the Americas, or even in a Spanish-speaking country. The organization was called Volunthai, and it placed English teachers in schools in Thailand.
It was amazingly simple to apply for the program, and it was not long before I heard back from the organization’s founder, Michael Anderson, and was invited to join the August 2004 volunteers. Information on exactly what we would be doing was scarce, but Michael assured me that, as long as I was willing to be flexible and keep and open mind, I would be in good hands. And so, in August, I quit my job, packed up way too many suitcases, and flew to Thailand.
Landing in Bangkok, I had four days to explore before I would start my stay as a volunteer. I did a bit of touring around, rode the river taxi down the choppy and somewhat scenic Chao Phraya river, saw the magnificent Royal Palace and visited what seemed to be thousands of Buddha icons. I took copious notes in my journal, recording every sight and smell, every thought. I had several timid interactions with Thai people and ate a lot of fried rice during those first few days, but I think back now to what Thailand seemed to me then and I realize I had no idea yet how lucky I was to be there.
In the last week of August, I boarded my first Thai bus and headed three hours northeast to Volunthai headquarters in Korat. Once there, I met up with the other five volunteers, four other Americans and one Canadian, and we followed Michael back to his house. Volunteers live in the house while they are in training and between teaching assignments. Michael’s house, like many of the middle-class Thai houses we saw, is beautiful, with a lot of open-air and dark wood. It is in a nice little neighborhood, with Thailand’s predictable stray dogs roaming around, but we felt safe and there was plenty of room for all of us.
Michael is from Washington, D.C. and moved to Thailand six years ago, searching for the same things his current volunteers seek: a chance to live and work overseas. While planning his trip, Michael shared the frustration of many would-be teachers who cannot afford to pay thousands of dollars to a placement agency to then come work as a volunteer. After moving to Thailand and finding volunteer work on his own, he decided to stay. Not long later, with the help of his stunning Thai girlfriend, Ae, Michael began Volunthai. Each month, he and Ae open their home to a handful of volunteers and take on the joy of training them in various facets of Thai language, culture and food.
Training is brief, but Michael and Ae gave us some very helpful Thai expressions to memorize and explained to us what we would be doing in the next month and how we should behave while teaching and with Thai people. He explained that Thai people take great pride in their appearance and, as teachers, so should we. Many Thais shower several times each day to stay clean, and while staying with teachers at schools, we were warned that we would get strange looks if we did not do the same.
Michael also taught us a nifty little Thai expression: Mai Pben Rai. Mai Pben Rai means, literally, “nevermind” or “it’s okay.” Thais use this expression fairly often in their speech, but it has greater significance as a lifestyle, or approach to life. In Thailand, most people just want to have fun, relax, be happy. They do not rush around or get worked up about insignificant details or small problems. Maintaining harmony is of the utmost importance and, in fact, it embarrasses Thai to cause or even see a public scene. Mai Pben Rai permeates the culture, creating a population of people that are ridiculously easy-going, and, at times, extremely disorganized. Michael wanted to warn us about this before we began teaching at schools, because he did not want any of us uptight Americans to get frustrated or, worse, embarrass any Thais.
We had about three days of training before we began the first leg of the Volunthai experience: English Camp! English camp is an optional program for students and 120 students would sign up for camp from each school. Our camps lasted two to four days and gave Thai students a chance to practice their English with native speakers. Most of the time, students did not have to pay to attend and Volunthai provided the service to the school for just a small donation.
Our first camp was in a small town in central Thailand called Chainat. Arriving at the school the day before camp, we were enthusiastically greeted by the Thai English teachers and were dragged from one office to another, being introduced with pride to the other faculty. During this particular camp, we were given hotel rooms, but for all the other camps we either stayed in the homes of Thai teachers or in classrooms or infirmaries of schools.
Camps all began about the same, with an opening ceremony to officially welcome the “farang,” or foreigners, as we were affectionately called. Thai students tend to be very fun and playful, but they were almost always shy at the beginning and hesitant to speak English. So Michael would begin the camp with a series of jokes, always leaving us volunteers wondering what he was saying about us when he switched to speaking in Thai and the room erupted in laughter.
Shortly after breaking the ice, we would break up into groups, with each volunteer taking on a group of about 20 students and giving his or her group a name such as “Super,” “Awesome,” “Lovely,” and “Groovy.” The teams would split up, fill out name-tags, learn group cheers, and regroup for a cheer-off. Loud, raucous activities were particularly amusing to the Thai students, who are generally encouraged to act respectfully, demurely, and not draw attention to themselves.
Most of our activities involved songs, games and competitions that culminated in dancing and exploring the campus. We did scavenger hunts, the hokey pokey, and other high-energy activities. By the end of the first day of English Camp, I was exhausted, sweaty and genuinely happy. For me, this was the perfect way to get to know Thailand and its people.
All the time we were holding English Camps, we were treated as celebrities and pampered by our hosts. The best food I tasted in Thailand was during English Camp. The teachers were so grateful to have us and I think they were truly surprised that a group of foreigners would want to come help their students learn English for free. The entire towns, in some places, welcomed us and treated us with the utmost graciousness. In one town, we met the mayor while seated alongside a road waiting for a bus. The mayor stopped, introduced himself, and invited us to a dinner with him. The next day, after appearing at English camp to encourage the students to take advantage of this opportunity to practice English, he took us out to a scrumptious dinner and then back to his office in City Hall. Later that night he surprised us with a visit from some friends on motorcycles, giving each volunteer a tour around town on an impromptu motorcade!
In the month that we traveled the countryside facilitating English Camps, I came to appreciate the unwavering warmth and beauty of the Thai people, especially the students. Whenever we split into groups and some of my female students had a chance, they would ask me questions about my life in America: if I had a boyfriend, if I still lived with my family, if I liked Thai food. Their enthusiasm was infectious and I could not resist falling in love with Thailand, not to mention the other volunteers I shared such close quarters with. |
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or twice a month volunteers will have an opportunity to
get together on the weekend and lead an English Camp such
as this one.
Nation
Junior
Updated: November 15, 2004
Learning English with P'Farang
by
Jessada Salathong
It's
the beginning of the school holidays, but 11-year-old Metavee
"Pim" Sangthong gets up early as usual to go to
school. The only difference is Pim won't be studying with
her normal teachers. Instead she'll be having fun with a
group of 25 American volunteers she calls "P'Farang"
(foreign brothers/sisters).
“I
met some farang before but I was too scared to talk to them,
let alone study with them. It’s so exciting,”
says Pim.
The
little girl packs her notebook and pens into her backpack
and, after a quick breakfast, heads to Baan Maab Phai School.
Her little school, in Baan Buang district in Chon Buri,
last month hosted an English language project organised
jointly by the Semester at Sea programme from the USA and
Volunthai, a local group that brings foreign volunteers
to help rural students learn English.
Cruising
around the world, the 600 students of the Semester at Sea
programme recently docked at Laem Chabang Port before heading
off to other regional destinations. While some of the students
choose the sandy beach of Pattaya and others ventured off
to Myanmar, 25 diehard volunteers chose to go to Baan Maab
Phai School to spread the word of English among the students.
“As
a visitor, I can come back anytime I want to get suntan
and enjoy the beach. But teaching the kids is a rewarding
experience. It gives me the chance to see Thailand in a
different way than average tourists,” says Cassie
Minto, a volunteer from Semester at Sea.
Even though the school is just a couple of hundred kilometres
from Bangkok and very close to the tourist destination of
Pattaya, most of the students have difficulty with English
and some are even farang-phobic. “Our school doesn’t
have enough teachers. Sometimes a PE teacher has to teach
Maths and English too. All we can do is explain the basics
and some grammar. That’s why the standard of spoken
English is very low,” says Ramrieng Aonnuam, principal
of Baan Maab Phai School.
“This
camp is a great opportunity for the kids. What they gain
in these two and a half days could be more than they will
learn in a year at school.”
The
combination works well and it isn’t only the kids
who are excited. Even though they know only a little English
and the volunteers know hardly any Thai, communication is
not a problem.
“The
language barrier is overcome by drawing and using body language,
like putting pointed fingers to my head to say “buffalo”,
says Alden Schiller from Austin, Texas. “They are
very keen to learn and very respectful. They always gave
us a wai (traditional Thai greeting).” The activities
include English songs, pronunciation, reading and writing
activities, and picture interpretation from many colorful
books that the volunteers brought from home. The kids have
the chance to speak and interact with native speakers naturally.
After a long day in the classroom the volunteers then get
to learn Thai by staying with a local host family.
“I
was nervous at first because I had no idea what a Thai family
was like. But my host family was very welcoming. They treated
me to huge meals. I showed them pictures of my family and
important cities like L.A., New York, and Washington DC.
Then my family showed me photos of themselves, their friends,
and many places around Thailand. We were like tour guides
for our own countries. It’s truly a cultural exchange!”
says Dennis Konicki from Boston.
How
much English the kids actually learn is not as important
and the inspiration to learn more that they get from such
a fun meeting with the volunteers. For once they were meeting
real farang and not just the Hollywood celebrities that
come over in movies and on the TV. This is what Michael
Anderson envisaged when he established Volunthai in 1999.
“Volunteering
is a valuable experience for the foreigner as well as for
the Thai students. We hope to change the students' attitude
about the English language. The volunteers also learn something
equally important and get an insight into Thailand. They
are treated as if they were Thai, as part of the host family.
I would like more farang to see this side of Thailand,”
says the project leader and Asian Studies’ graduate.
After
three days of activities it’s time to say goodbye.
The kids chose their favorite farangs and the volunteers
awarded scholarships to the students who had gained the
most from the project.
Rapeepan
“May” Kanthilaruk, a 14- year-old student, has
a notebook full of notes she’s taken over the past
few days but she’s learnt more than just a little
vocabulary:
“It
was great. I learnt many new words and now I know that the
P’Farang are so kind and friendly. I love them all.
I want to talk to them more and to visit their home. I’ll
study English harder and harder so that I can stay in touch
with them,” says May. |
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