#WhenInMongolia

Last I left off it was right before Halloween. And I know what your thinking. How can you celebrate a holiday where people scare the shit out of people or dress as slutty as can possibly be? (Reminder I took part in both of these tasks only a year ago…) But if you can put your thinking caps on maybe you’ll remember tick-or-treating, the whole “boo” phenomenon, and of course those cherished children’s Halloween parties where you played PG rated games. To my surprise as much as yours I organized a Halloween party for my students. They were all really excited about it too. I dressed up as snow, putting as minimal effort in it as I could, only wearing white while some of my student went all out with makeup and costumes. We played musical chairs, mummy wrap, the candy jar guessing game, and pin the face on the jack-o-lantern. We had awards and everything. It was legit.

I had a little squabble with my director because the weekly teacher’s meeting just so happened to unexpectedly be planned at the same time when it is usually on Mondays. My teachers, as well as other teachers who wanted to stop by for a bit couldn’t come. I was rather upset because we had been planning this party for over a week. Then again I thought next time I’ll make a bigger deal before hand. No sense in getting upset when nothing can be done.

The next week was finally break! The end of the first quarter was upon us and man was I excited to go to the aimag to see some Americans! Although being Mongolia I waited two days for a car up there. Embarrassing for me to admit, but those two days I never left my ger. Only watched movies and ate bread and jam. I was even too lazy to make a fire so I just shuffled around in my sleeping bag. That was the tell-tale sign I needed to get out.

I finally made it out of town bright and early on Monday. And by bright and early I technically mean dark and cold at 4 in the morning. The meeker even dropped me off at April’s school so I wouldn’t have to walk in the cold. And man was it cold. It was at least 15 to 20 degrees colder than my town. There was even a bit of snow on the ground. I was not prepared for that. All week we hung out milled around town, planned a seminar, and did crossword puzzles like our lives depended on it. It was great. Being able to relax and not worry about your teaching schedule, rushing to get people to things on time, or any time referenced activity was amazing.

We went to the black market and I was able to find camel socks, yak socks, and camel pants! They are so soft and cozy it is like my feet are living in… well I can’t think of anything better than ugg boots… April’s teacher, Orgil had us over for pizza too! It was scrumptious! I ate as many vegetables and cheese as I could get my hands on that week.

We taught a seminar on Thursday for Essay writing, multi-level classes, and more. It was a nice change teaching different teachers. The best part was that there were 38 teachers instead of my usual 4, so the teaching style was a tad bit different than my usual one on one. Afterwards we took a little detour to a school supply shop where I bought magnets, chalk, and stamps that said, “Great Job” “Good” and “Terrific.” It is amazing the little things that I know will bring my students joy. I used one of the stamps today on an exercise and all the other students tried to hurry to finish so they could get one as well. It was adorable.

When we got back, my sitemate Joanna had organized a Halloween event for all the teachers. They made cheeseburgers with jack-o-lantern faces and had Halloween trivia. The teachers got really into it too. The next day we milled around, shopped for more food for me to take home, and then I was off around 8 pm. The meeker was filled to the max per usual with 17+ people. If Mongolians were worried about personal space I would probably hate meeker rides, but because personal space doesn’t exist I love them, especially when it is starting to frost outside. The meeker ride and tight and cozy and I fell asleep right as we left town. That is the one thing I love about car rides, no matter how bumpy or where we are going I always manage to fall asleep. Way back in the day my mom said she would pop us in the car to fall asleep when we were little, so that probably had something to do with it.

The next day we went to the club to practice for another concert yet again. It feels like we have one every other week. And I kind of love it! I have always loved singing and now I get to do it all the time. Instead of people telling me to be quiet or giving a snide comment they actually join in! I can get the melody of most songs after the first try but learning the words is a whole other feat. But my teachers are all incredible and if I ask they write down the words like its as simple as pie. Also that phrase makes no sense. Pie is not simple. It is actually really hard to make, especially when ovens are mia… Anyway, I learned two new songs and of course sang mini ardin, the song I sang at swearing in. On Sunday we practiced in the afternoon and at night until late. Almost all the teachers are involved and it is pretty cool. Just being a part of something like this is incredible to me. My teachers don’t even think twice about me not being involved and that’s the way I want it to be.

The day of the concert flew by. We practiced and I went home to get ready. Before I read a bit of my new book I borrowed from April’s school. And it is kind of scary. I’ve had to put it in the freezer a few times. #Friendsreference (if this needs explaining you are obviously not a die hard Friends fan. Either that or you aren’t stuck in a foreign country with Friends being the only tv show you have on your hard drive) We wore our school uniform and Mongolian del’s for different performances. I sang 4 songs and played musical rocks. It was awesome. Of course before we sang we took celebratory vodka shots to calm our nerves. They say it makes you brave, and it did exactly that for me. We ended around 8 and I was ready to boogie. Unfortunately we didn’t boogie to boogie town. We went home and planned our lessons for the next day…

So here I am 5 months in. Crazy right? Doesn’t feel like 5 months at all. I still can’t believe this is my first real job. I still feel like I am in those awkward days of middle school where I broke up with my boyfriend because he held my hand. I thought it was too much of a commitment. And look at me now! Committed to 27 months in Mongolia, with 5 already done. Check! If you would have told me I would be in one of the coldest places in the world, or at least in my mind it is, I would have never believed you. My friends, family, and especially my roommates would have never believed you. (Shout out to Aldo and Izzy! Miss you both! #butnotyoda)

Hope your as proud of your job as me!

XOXO,

Rojo