This week consisted of spending time at Koh Kong Island, or
Conservation Cambodia. The projects that are happening down there are truly
amazing. They are even beginning to get international attention from scientist.
Full disclosure I don’t know much about the conservation aspect. I know what
they are doing, but I don’t know the logistics. When anything scientific comes
to the table I tend to zone out.
What I do know is education. With the major work that has
been done in the conservation aspects of the island it has encouraged the
presences of education on the island.
While spending time on the island, I kept finding myself
having pity for the people on the island.
They wake up.
Sit outside on their front porch.
Go to bed just to do it all over again.
But who am I to judge the quality of a day spent? To be
quite frank, I resented myself for my judgmental thoughts. I think it is easier
to neglect someone else’s position in the world than to understand it and
immerse yourself into their thoughts, their definition of what life ought to be
(SYNERGY Day anyone?!).
You realize that this simple island life is all they know.
Just recently did the people on the island begin to sell and
trade goods. With the prominent presences of Western volunteers, locals started
to realize if they sold candies, soda pop and chips on the island, they would
get service, because the closest market was a two hour boat ride away.
Brilliant.
With the international recognition, locals are beginning to
marvel in the idea of them being game players in this world. That their small
representation that is colored purple, pink, green or yellow depending on what
map you buy is worth something – it means something. It means their stories are
worth more than they ever imagined before.
How lovely!
I spent the majority of the week on the island observing the
English lessons that have been created. Now that the people of Koh Kong know
they have a purpose and that they are capable of being a part of Common
Wealth society there has been a great demand
of English language lessons on the island.
At 11AM students around the village gather everyone up and
make a quick walk to the two room school, where only one classroom is allocated
for use and the other stores some garbage and extra desks. It is an exciting
day when the boy students have to go and grab an extra desk or two because that
means more students are coming to the lessons!
After an hour of lessons school is over.
The coolest part is the students then congregate on your
front porch and you get to spend the rest of the day giggling along with their screeches
as they run around.
My personal favorite pass time is playing their version of
rock-paper-scissors. Only I thought originally that the scissors represented
the number two and the object of the game was to get the highest number … well
its not. But it explains all of the pointing and laughing at me.
Then once 8PM rolls around it is time for the adults,
usually the parents of the children, to have their English lesson. The best
part of this, having the student and the parents share a common experience. The
even better part of this, when students come to the adult lessons because they
are that eager to learn.
It is probably one of the more inspiring things I have seen
in my twenty-so years.
It is quite possible that I have painted this picturesque
portrait of an island where English is welcome with open arms and they want to
become a huge economic player in the world, but I will admit that is not the
entire situation. Like any country who’s main language is not English of course
there are going to be people who don’t feel there is an importance for it- and
that is fine.
I don’t think that our roles here should be to assimilate
cultures into a Westerner box. I think our place lies in encouraging and helping
the development of life.
If parents rather their son spend time on the water and not
in school, then so be it. I only hope that their son becomes the best damn
fisherman of the island so that he can live a healthy, prosperous life.
I think it is our job to foster and enhance the idea that
there is a place for every village, every individual in this crazy world.
You and them and I and we. We belong everywhere.
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