It’s been a rough start here in Bolivia. That’s always the case with a new school, but there’s so much more involved with this job. Soooooo many more things can go wrong. And they have. There’s also been several things that weren’t told to me ahead of time (cameras in the classroom) and some “miscommunication” (given the wrong start date, 36 students in class, not the 24 I was told in my interview). Why do these feel like lies?
But mostly I feel ignored. There’s been no orientation or plan to help me learn my job or the area, get communications services (phone/internet) or even get cash. All promised before I came. I didn’t even get a tour of the school. If my roommate Jade hadn’t helped me out, I would have just bought a ticket back to the states the first week.
At this point, I’m not sure that wouldn’t have been the best move.
When I arrived late at night on the 9th of January, 2 women were there to pick me up. So far, so good. I couldn’t exchange money at the airport (all kiosks were closed) and the ATM didn’t work. I was very clear to them about my need for local currency immediately, and for phone service for basic communication. No problem, they said! We could do both the next day. I talked by phone with the director that night. She promised to meet with me the very next day and make sure I had money, phone service and that we’d start working on my legal stuff right away (which is quite extensive here. I’ve already had 4 meetings with police/medical/immigration and will need at least 3 more).
But none of that happened. Jade, my new roommate got a text a few minutes after I was dropped off at the apartment saying I could “rest” for a day and they’d get back with me “later.” But “later” never came. I didn’t need to rest. I NEEDED MONEY FOR FOOD AND TRANSPORTATION. Jade contacted them. Nothing. She let me use her email to contact the school. No requests for assistance were answered. Jade had to walk me to the school, since I didn’t know where it was. Still, nothing. The director wasn’t there the rest of the week. I got the impression that if she didn’t care, no one else had to. I met my Coordinator. She was polite and friendly, but she wasn’t interested in me.
After a week–and my announcement that I clearly needed to give up and leave Bolivia–Jade took me to the bank to exchange cash and to a phone service provider to get a SIM card, data and phone service. Even if I’d known where to go, I couldn’t have done these appointments alone since I don’t speak much Spanish and I needed a Bolivian ID, which may take 45 days to get. We went back to the school, where I waited for an hour to meet the director, who wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to nicely I voice my complaints. I met my Coordinator again, gave her my new phone number, but she said she’d deal with me next week. (Even though she’d just said she had nothing to do). Late Friday night the director finally took notice of me—and that contact was particularly unpleasant.
The result was that Jade got in trouble for “taking responsibility for me” since it wasn’t her job. Go Figure.
This past week (week 3 in Bolivia) was my first at school. Teachers only. Students arrive February 5th (I assume. There’s no school calendar, yet) I hoped it might get better. , barely noticed me all week. After an initial teachers’ meeting my direct supervisor, my Coordinator, told me to go to my classroom and decorate it. No orientation. I didn’t know where my classroom was. I didn’t know what the criteria for “decorate” was. I had no idea what I was to use to decorate with!
To add insult to injury, the school shifted all the classes since last year, so all are mis-marked. Labels on doors don’t help you find the correct rooms now. After trying to figure out where to go and what to do, it became apparent that nothing inside the classrooms had been moved either. I had to move “my things” (not that I knew what that meant) from the “old” room to the “new” room.
The week’s highlights: Two major meetings were held in Spanish, something I was promised “never happens” because everyone is required to speak English at school. Though I had an interpreter for these meetings (never any other time), I’m sure I missed a LOT. The IT guy doesn’t speak English, but I needed my computer and phone set up for the school’s wifi and email. The supplies people and the copy department speak no English. Neither wanted to assist me, even though I qA using all the Spanish I know–and I know the names for the things I needed. So far, I’ve gotten nothing done through either, despite going through the correct channels to do so (and figuring those out wasn’t easy since I have little instruction). For example, I don’t have whiteboard markers, scissors, erasers—basic things I need for my classroom! The new HR manager speaks very little English. She has yet to reply to a single email. I met my assistant, who clearly didn’t want to work with a new teacher and has already described herself as “lazy.” Yes, I’m worried. When I ask anyone how something is done, the response is, “Same as last year” or “That’s in the rules manual.” I don’t know what was done last year. The rules manual for this year hasn’t been printed. We get 200 Bs (about $28.50US) to buy materials to decorate our classrooms. (It’s not enough, obviously.) That money can only be spent in one store. It was Wednesday before I had an address for the store, which is nowhere near the school. However, I couldn’t go without a school ID, which I won’t get until next week. Finally, the coordinator said I could use my passport as my ID. I went and was successful, but if there hadn’t happened to be two school teachers there to vouch for me, they wouldn’t have given me my things. (Bless them!!) I still don’t have all of the textbooks. The “annual” teaching plan doesn’t match the “bimester” teaching plan, and I’ve not been told which to follow.
And that’s just the highlights.
It was a rough week.
None of this was necessary. I was here for 2 weeks before teachers needed to report (mostly because they lied to me about the day I needed to report). That could have been a productive time. Now, when I need to be learning my new job, I’m spending 2-6 hours, every day, with the lawyer doing legal paperwork or getting measured for a school uniform or taking photos for IDs or tracking down the IT guy to give me the most horrible internet access since the days of dial up or setting up my new school email account. All of this could have been done in those first two weeks. They knew when I was coming. It wasn’t a surprise. And even though I don’t know what’s needed, I’m responsible for getting it all myself since there’s no plan, not even a list of what a new teacher needs to get done. Even when meetings are arranged for you, they are often canceled with little notice. For example, I had three appointments to be measured for a uniform before I actually met the tailor.
Oh, and the overall political situation in Bolivia is far rockier than I’d been led to believe by internet sources. The current president looks like he’s developing a dictatorship and there have been two country-wide blockades of roads and services in protest during my short time here.
I had a candid talk with my Coordinator on Thursday about my situation and concerns. I hoped she understood that she had contributed to the situation and that she could make it better. She assured me the conversation would stay between us. The next day, HER boss came up to me and said that she had discussed my concerns with him. And people wonder where I get my trust issues?
My apartment and roommates are by far the best in 4 years of traveling. SO NATURALLY I HAVE TO MOVE. The school has “suddenly” decided that they need housing for new teachers! What a shock that the new teachers they recruited to come here and promised housing to, would actually need housing! (Sarcastic, much?) The condo I live in will be turned into a “boys” apartment and the new one will be the “girls.” Mid-week, was the first time I even knew of this possibility, but I was told then that I didn’t have to move. Yesterday, I was told I do. Why believe anything they tell me? And since the school doesn’t pay for my housing, this seems particularly insulting.
We saw the new condo yesterday but there’s lots of work left to do—the kitchen appliances aren’t installed and walls weren’t done. The place is nice, but it’s not an improvement for me. In fact, I lose the pool here at the current condo. Obviously, there’s no move date, since the place isn’t ready. The school says 1wk (which would be the first day of classes). The owner says 2wks or more (no one thinks I know enough Spanish to understand her, I guess, so it’s OK to lie to me). There’s no furniture, kitchen items or accessories yet. NOTHING goes as promised here, so I have no expectation that this move will, either. It will be messy, disorganized and maddening. Promises will be made and most of them broken, which will only add to my anxiety and trust issues. The timing could not be worse, right at the beginning of school. I’m trying to learn a new job, new country, new city, new co-workers, and the names of my students (36 of them!!!!). I will get to keep Jade as a roommate (good), but I’ll lose Miguel (bad). A new, female teacher from Egypt will share a bathroom with me (who knows how that will go). Jade gets the master suite with private bath (and tub!), extra closets and a private balcony. She’s been very nice to me, and I’m glad this is an improvement for her. I just get a bedroom, closet and a shared bath. Same as now. It’s not better, it’s just another problem I wouldn’t have to deal with if there’d been advanced planning.
Trying to focus on the few positive things in my life: My parallel teachers (other year 5 teachers), Olga and Fabiola, and Fabiola’s assistant, Ingrid, are amazing. They have already helped me more than I can express—lending me decorating materials, giving information, helping me find things. KEEPING ME FROM LOSING MY MIND. My roommates, Jade and Miguel, despite their young ages, have been funny, welcoming and helpful. They even met me at the door with a tall, cold, adult beverage and pizza on Friday after I finished school, immigration and a supply trip. I really needed that.
I’m doing everything I know, but frankly, this has been the worst start yet—and it’s my 7th school, so not my first rodeo. Experience has taught me that as things start, they tend to continue.
I made a mistake in coming here. I’ve accepted that. Now what? I honestly don’t see any way that I can excel.
Depressed? Oh, yeah.