Sunday, August 28, 2011

Seal Hunting 2011

When I got a text from Steph asking if I'd like to go seal hunting, I was in the middle of coaching the elementary and Jr. High students for cross country. I called her right away, and asked her when they were leaving. I finished the cross country practice as quickly as I could and rushed as fast as I could using my crutches, rolling my office chair, hopping, and crawling. On the way home, I saw a student and promised him a granola bar on Monday if he'd carry my heavy backpack to my house. Next thing I knew, Steph was pulling up on her Honda four-wheeler to pick me up. She was so willing to help me to get my Carhartts and Muckboots so I could go along with them.

There is something about heading out on the boat that just makes me feel like I'm "one of the gang." This is only my second time going out on the boat to go seal hunting, but I feel right at home when we pull up to get gas and casually chat with others on their boats. The people on the other boats are parents of students, students from my class, their siblings, Natural Helper high-school students, or others from the community most of whom I have met previously.  The biting breeze, smooth open water, dark clouds, and light-hearted joking seem to be a norm for seal hunting.

This time, we only saw a few maklaks (bearded seal), and chased them with a couple other boats before losing them. It tends to be a fun, but no-stress sport. We all watch for maklak to "pohuq" (pop-up out of the water-- I need to check spelling!). When one does, someone hollers and points to it. The seal usually stays up for a few seconds trying to catch its breath. At that point, if a boat is close enough to it, they'll crank on the throttle of the boat and speed towards it. Someone in the boat tries to throw a spear at it. The seal can sense some danger. With one swift movement, it exposes its back above the surface to gain momentum and dive down. About five minutes later it will pop up about 100-200 feet away, but sometimes it is able to swim further away or stay down long enough to escape the spear.

Dylani has such a creative mind! We couldn't help but be entertained by her sweet silliness all evening.
Looking off the side of the boat, where Bummer's harpoon rests.

Bummer, Steph, and Theresa waiting intently to see the maklak surface again.
We stopped across the Yukon from Nunam Iqua to break for some seal ribs.
This piece of drift wood had a complete turn in it. I loved it so much, Theresa asked if I wanted to take it home and hang it on the wall in the living room. (Earlier, we had been talking about displaying my spear once I'm done making it.)

Fun mother-daughter time.
Bummer, preparing the delicious seal ribs over the fire.
This little ball was found amidst piles of dried black root on the tundra. Bummer told us that he and his brothers used to find the little balls and open them up. If they were moist, they'd eat the sweet substance. I found a few I could eat. When my teeth would cut through it, it tasted and almost felt like tiny bits of coconut.






I had heard from some kassaqs (non-natives) that seal meat was really rich, gamey, and not the best. However, I really liked it! It probably had a texture closer to liver? But, thick and tasty. Since it is so dark, I bet it has a high iron content. I would definitely eat it again soon if I could.
A typical view of other boats also chasing the maklak.



This boat is speeding off to follow a maklak. One guys boat was from Russian Mission. They had boated about 4 hours to come camp and hunt. It sounds like people from upriver mostly use harpoons and don't really use spears at all. Someone joked that, that's why they had a fast motor on their boat, because they needed some help since they don't use spears. I'm not completely sure of the difference, but I think a harpoon is a little bigger, is hand thrown, and has a couple flotation devices on the back. It does not require the nuqaq (wood piece held by the hand) used to guide the spear and make the throw more powerful.
Dylani is holding the nuqaq in her right hand and the end of the spear is loosely laying in place. When she throws the spear she also follows through with the nuqaq to increase the strength of her throw.

This is a younger brother of one of my students in my class. He is wearing one of the classic life-jackets that sport the motto, "Kids don't float." It is a program sponsored by the Alaska Department of Health and Social Services.




For those of you who like to watch Alaska State Troopers, this is the boat that is used by the couple troopers based out of Emmonak. They check up on us fairly often and they are great with the students.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Uh oh

After last year, I tried to think of ways I could commit more time to focusing on teaching in the classroom. I decided that being a Natural Helpers Sponsor, being on detention duty, random committee's etc. was helping others, but I was nervous that it was a lot on my plate for my first year in the bush. So I decided that I would cut out as many extracurricular activities as I could and let others step up the plate.

As of today? I might need someone to physically stop me. I volunteered to help with Cross Country for free because a new teacher took on that task somewhat unexpectedly. I had been in his shoes of facing the real task of daily classroom management, while trying to gain respect in a vastly different culture, after moving to an isolated area, and and dealing with learning that the food you mailed two weeks ago was stuck in a different far away village and was requiring more postage. It's a different way of life here in the village. Multiple responsibilities amidst a setting of chaos can be extremely overwhelming. Especially in a place where (due to our location and circumstances) extreme flexibility is required and short-notices of events and meetings are the norm.

So after helping run the practices after school every day this week, I ran into one of the new Natural Helper Sponsors who said she was overwhelmed with her work. And since I had felt a little guilted by some of the high school kids when they found out I wasn't planning on being the NH Sponsor anymore, I said that yes, I'd split the workload and still be willing to be the NH Sponsor. I also signed up for weekly detention duty on Fridays. That whole idea of focusing on my career was good and dandy, but I know I technically can help out with these extra things-- so I offer.

My goal this year is to love the kids for who they are and let them know that I care. When I say kids, I don't just mean my students, but all the kids K-12. By helping with Cross Country, NH, and detention, I'll probably be able to at least start that goal. I can use my exposure with all those kids to build relationships and be a loving adult in their life.

Monday, August 22, 2011

First day of school

The first day of school is here and gone just as quickly as I would have imagined it. I also helped out with a cross country meeting and then attended an online college course for two hours. I know I am blessed to have the same students, more awareness at the start of this school year, and the strength to still support new teachers. Today was a good day.

Life up here is so busy, you forget to eat sometimes. (Hence, at 9:30 PM a scarfed untoasted bagel, cold green beans, apple sauce, etc. I didn't even have the patience to heat it up.) Now for the important key to put all these prepared plans in action again-- sleep. Good night and thank you all for your support!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Prepping the Class

You'd think that with a gimpy foot, I'd try to limit the amount of changes I'd like in the classroom before the start of the school year, but no. I tried to conquer the world on crutches. Then I realized that since I wasn't getting the help I needed and my foot wasn't supposed to throb and feel pierced with pain, I should wait until a few weeks into the school year to give my classroom an extreme makeover.

Getting a class ready with a boot-cast, makes you realize a few things.

1. Trips across the room for any small task amount to approximately 200x/day
2. Office chairs easily double as a knee scooter to run to the bathroom or the cafeteria
3. Bush Alaska has never heard of the ADA (do you know how large the cracks are in the boardwalks or how many stairs a person has to go up and down in a day?)




 I wrote this on Rachel's birthday. Happy birthday, my love!
 Marilyn and Alice came in to help me for a while one of the days in my classroom. Thank you!

 It is always gets messier before it gets cleaner.
 This year I wrote their English and then their Yupik names on their nametags.



 I'm excited for a new school year to start tomorrow and to reunite with all my students. Let the good times roll and the learning begin!
Update for my Mother/Nurse: This is somewhat gross, but it is healing nicely and the bruising is going down.



Saturday, August 20, 2011

Alakanuk at last

Hugs. The best hugs around. Hugs that have been waiting since spring. Four out of fourteen students have ran into me and have squeezed their smiling face into my shirt and wrapped their dusty arms around me. Many friends and staff have welcomed me back with warm greetings. Being able to see familiar faces makes me realize that I am happy to be here.

Unfortunately, my time has quickly been consumed by learning new curriculum, putting my class back in order, and getting prepared for a new school year. My hopes of going for walks, helping new teachers out, and going hunting have been pushed aside while sweat forms as I struggle to do the simplest task in the classroom. Yesterday, I finally got some more help in my room, but by that time I had already pushed my injured foot past its limits. I owe many of the people favors in return for the help they have given me.

Some of the new teachers and I have enjoyed each others company in the evenings for dinner together. We've gotten lots of laughter crammed into these stressful days. The teacher in the next classroom was paired up with me as her mentor. I promised later I'll be able to help her clean out some of her cupboards which unfortunately get cluttered as years go on by past teachers. She is very prepared, knowledgeable, and energetic. I'm excited for our classes to do some buddy projects together. I'm thankful to be a part of a great teaching team that we have this year!


Since I can't walk with the new teachers to show them the beautiful scenery Alakanuk has to offer, I gave directions to Sarah and Sammy so they could walk to the dock. With the autumn sun and cool breeze blowing, I craved to see the colorful Yukon. Sarah was able to capture the view in a panoramic from her cellphone!

I can't wait until I can walk again. As you can probably tell from my tone, this transition back to work has been more frustrating and difficult than I originally thought. Soon, I will be able to see my students again, see the sights again, and visit people more freely.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The first day of work

During a quick trip to Anchorage to check off last minute errands before a long-haul in the bush, I got to see a few people I knew, as well as meet a few new people. Almost everything about heading to the village this time around seemed a lot easier. The stress of knowing which stores or shipping companies to rely on was eliminated, having most of my stuff up there, and knowing what to expect made my transition to Anchorage and Alakanuk an enjoyable time.

Much of the weekend was an adventure. I met and stayed with a couple new teachers going to Alakanuk. Everything including grocery shopping in a wheelchair proved to create some humorous memories.

Since my situation and surgery isn't easily fit into a quick one sentence summary, I either ended up blabbing on about the intricate surgery or just simply saying, "surgery" with a shrug and a smile. After eating my favorite breakfast at Snow City, we decided to take a cab to a movie. On the way to the theatre with my two new compadres, a cab driver asked me how I hurt my foot. Since I was tired of the honest route, I chose to say, "A taxi driver ran it over."

I have an extra navicular bone in each of my feeet. Three years ago, I injured my right foot playing sand volleyball. The doctors casted my foot for 8 weeks and I had to stay off of it completely during that time. After crutches and then four weeks of somewhat unsuccessful physical therapy, they told me I would be a great candidate for surgery or else I could live in pain. I chose pain. After a few years of slowly healing, I was excited to actually begin to run, jump, and play basketball. And then after snowmachining 60 miles to Kotlik, AK, I jumped to block a shot and landed on my foot with two familiar pops. Suspecting that I reinjured it, I planned for surgery this summer. One month ago, my surgeon cut my extra bone connected to my arch tendon, as well as a piece of my other bone and took at the connection between the bones. They are now held together with two lag screws and washers.

Sammy being towed in my wheelchair after I hopped onto this ride at Freddy's.

It was very fun to have the two new teachers, Sarah and Sammy, in Anchorage and on the same flights out to Alakanuk. Sarah pointed to a larger cargo plane in St. Mary's when we landed and asked, "Is that the size of our plane to Alakanuk?" My nose squinched as I said, "That's definitely going to be larger than our plane."One of the other teacher's daughters mentioned in St. Mary's while we waited to board our next plane, "Since we left home, the planes just keep getting smaller and smaller." Very true statement.

Once we got on a nine passenger plane, the co-pilot turned to Sarah and said, "You doing okay?" Her white hands searching for stability, she replied, "Ya, I just don't like flying." He replied grimly, "Ya, I don't like flying either." Sammy and I of course continued our relentless laughter towards poor Sarah.

Once in Alakanuk, we quickly toured the muddy roads and then arrived home. I am appreciative that people have been so nice to help me carry luggage, my backpack, and my tote. I simply wouldn't be able to do it otherwise.

It's good to be back! The house is clean and set up. My roommate's dog Briar is happy to see me. I'm glad Theresa is my roommate again. My classroom is a little overwhelming, but I know some things might just need to wait until I can get back on my feet. (The clinic said they have a wheelchair, but it can't leave the clinic so I don't know what to do.) I have been lucky to reconnect with a few friends from Alakanuk again as well as some students.

Although I now lay with a sore throat (welcome back to Alakanuk.. sickness may have escaped for the summer but it's back!) and an aching body, I am happy to be here. Here's to a fresh start of a new school year! I pray that I can reach each student, help others, and simply love. 


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

North to Alaska-- again!

A summer filled with family, friends, and travels comes to an end tomorrow. I look forward to starting a new school year, meeting new friends who will also call Alakanuk home, and trusting that God will lead me through this next year. This year will be a completely new experience-- by being able to build on relationships established in the village last year and by giving me opportunity to bring new experiences and goals to the classroom. The best part of going back up to work in Alakanuk, is that so many things are already in place. My classroom is mostly set up, my room is in order, and I am familiar with the surroundings and culture. I know what to expect this year. Now, I get to build on that.

Over the summer, I wanted to reflect and find ways to improve after my first year teaching. I found it necessary to think of how to improve our reading program, how to create incentives for better behavior and responsibility, how to make learning even more exciting and long-lasting for the students, how to better communicate with the parents about their child's learning, and also how to create an efficient schedule and tracking system. While these thoughts swirled in my mind all summer, my excitement for reuniting with my students increased. (More to come...)
 This picture was from a couple weeks ago, but getting prepared for AK is a little bit more of a task when it involves having a cast. I still have two and a half weeks before I can put any weight on it.