Thursday, December 11, 2008

Mysore for the day

Today Cindy and I went to Mysore to take a look at a ministry that her church is considering partnering with. Mysore is about three hours from here, so though we only went for the day, it was well worth the time spent in the car. I have to confess, the prospect of riding for 6-8 hours in the car (time dependent on crazy Bangalore traffic) did not thrill me, and I was originally thinking that it may not be all that interesting..we'd sit in someone's office, they may give us a tour of the facility, but mostly it would be talk about what they're doing, how we can help, that sort of thing. I think it was the sitting and talking about something that I wouldn't be involved in that didn't immediately grab my attention. However, when we arrived, we were greeted by two incredibly welcoming people. The couple we met run the ministries at the Hope Center which consist of two schools, one is in another part of town, both of which are comprised of over 300 students from the slum areas! In addition to the schools, there is a Crisis Center where women who are in crisis, usually pregnant or with children, can come to stay temporarily and be cared for. They aren't officially open, but there is a woman who is staying there with her small baby and her two year old son. This is him in the toy car.

This is where I think it gets even more interesting.. The woman was approached not too long ago about teaching English to a group of Iranian PhD students. She has no formal English training, she studied to be an elementary school teacher, but she is American. Apparently Iranians want to learn American English rather than British English. Also, she is the only American English teacher in Mysore (Did she say the only non-Indian English teacher? I can't remember.). She and her husband, have been praying for someone to come teach the students starting in January so that she will have a bit more time to put into the other ministries, to have more time to dream up ideas for the ministries with her husband, and so that they can accept more students into the ESL classes. Mostly, the need is for a tutor, as private instruction is what these students most strongly desire. She offhandedly, while giving Cindy and I a tour of the facility, asked if I had any English training. ...Totally not expecting the truth that I responded with, I told her I did, in fact, have ESL training. I graduated with my TESL certificate.. I had to do a practicum at the end of my classroom education... she was thrilled! I told them I would pray about it. I do have commitments here that I am enjoying, but this offer greatly intrigues me.

Here are some other pictures of the facility for you:
-All lined up for morning assembly! There are 330 students that attend this school.
-The headlines of the paper are read every morning after the state and country anthems are sung. The school medium is Kannada.
-This is one of the classes at the Hope Center. Here there are about 20-30 students per class and they go through grade 10 standard. That's the normal range of education before pre-college courses.
-This is one of the classes at their other facility. This school has 450 students! They only go through grade 6 standard here, and the class sizes are at minimum 50 students! The kindergarten was around 60. I can't imagine having a class that size for such young kids!
-Here is a mural of Jesus with the children at the smaller building, which, interestingly enough had the larger student population.
-I couldn't resist this picture! I thought the ponytails were adorable....
-This is the room for the women in the Crisis Center
-The playground for the kids

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Jupiter and Venus

Last week I was able to witness a beautiful sight just after sunset: Venus, Jupiter and the moon lined up in such a way that they looked like a smiley face! It was beautiful! And, I was so glad that it wasn't cloudy so I could actually see it! I took a couple pictures, not thinking that they would turn out, but I think they came out okay, so I'll post them.