Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Road trip




Lucia and I took advantage of the long weekend and traveled to Huaraz, Peru. Huaraz is a city high in the Andean Mountains with many different touring activities. We took about $100, some crackers, and a couple bottles of Gatorade on an 8 hour bus ride to our destination - Hostal Alfredo in the heart of Huaraz.

The place was a lot better than the sign leads you to believe. It even had a mascot - a two year old yellow lab named Gringa. Gringa is in a state of crisis right now... she just gave birth to three really cute puppies, and she got run-over by a car a few days ago. Not exactly the kind of thing that should happen to a new mother. She has a broken leg and a huge bowl over her head to prevent her from scratching the stitches on her skull. To her credit, she still wags her tail when she sees potential Hostal Alfredo visitors. Oh, another added benefit... she walks the halls at night and you can hear her banging into things with that huge plastic bowl around her neck.

Anyway, while in Huaraz we took a tour to see a few things. We first visited the town of Yungay, which, in 1970 was completely wiped out by a mudslide. 50,000 people were killed in the disaster. They have a few monuments in memory of the victims.



From Yungay we took an hour bus ride up the Huascaran mountain. Our destination - Lake Llanganuco. The lake is at 12,600 feet above sea level, and the peak is about 22,000 feet. The following pictures are of Lucia and I near the lake.





I really can't describe the views of the mountain range and the lake. They were incredible (okay, I guess I can describe them). After taking in the sheer awesomeness of the views around the lake we headed to another town near the mountain, named Caraz. There we had a late lunch, consisting of chicken noodle soup and Cuy. Cuy is a traditional Peruvian dish that many Peruvians eat in the Andean Mountains. Many people have cuy farms and even small cuy cages to keep them fresh (alive until dinner time). In English, Cuy is translated to Guinea Pig. Little, furry, innocent, guinea pigs. It was one of those things that I just had to try once. And I'm happy to say that will be the first and last time I try guinea pig. Especially considering a plate of guinea pig consists of the whole animal... with a few hairs that didn't get singed off during the cooking process. The picture below is looking into the mouth of the beast. Or at least half of the head. I ordered the 1/4 Picante Cuy, served on top of cut potatos. And for all you hamster and guinea pig lovers out there... turn away... now!



Here I am sampling the lovely dish... I won't go into the details of how it tasted. Just imagine eating your pet hamster - those were the feelings I had while eating this meal.


Overall, the views, the lake, the mountain, the rodents, the hostal... it was a great experience and highly recommended for any travelers out there. If you get a chance to go, please give me an update on Gringa the dog. Hopefully her leg heals nicely and she gets that damn plastic bowl off of her head.

- Back to work -

-Brian

Monday, June 22, 2009

Oranges, Flintstones vitamins, and anti-bacterial hand sanitizer... do it.


Well, that's it... officially, Colegio Santa Maria has the swine flu. We have one student, a freshman, that acquired Gripe Porcina (pronounced Greepay Porseena). I hear that the boy is doing okay and hopefully his condition continues to be stable.

Classes were canceled on Friday, then today they decided to cancel classes until next Tuesday. Teachers had to go into school for a few hours this morning and in fact, the mood around school was really really good. No surprise, but teachers are almost as happy as the students when school is canceled; at least this teacher is!

I'm thinking about going to Ecuador, or Colombia... or maybe Argentina - the bus ride won't be too long, right?

I'll be going to Kansas City on July 25th. I have a two week break starting the 24th of July, so I'll be in KC for a couple weeks eating BBQ, mooching off my parents*, and catching up with my favorite TV shows - 30 Rock, The Office, How I Met Your Mother, and Two and a Half Men. You'll notice that eating, watching TV and mooching is more important than seeing my friends and family... if you can't deal with that then I'm sorry. I'm kidding of course! Or am I?

*Side note: I tested my ability to mooch off my parents all the way from Lima, Peru... and just ask my mom, its possible.

*Second side note: the picture in this post has nothing to do with the swine flu. A few months ago I was burnt and I got a few blisters on my arm. Pretty gross, so I thought it was appropriate for this post.

"What a life you lead, Brian."
-Sheila Meagher

Thursday, June 18, 2009

My First Publication... kind of

Last week was English week at Santa Maria. We had many different events and activities - spelling bee, American and British themed food (whatever that means), and some interesting in-class activities. An interesting part about English Week at Santa Maria was that everything was in English. The ceremonies, masses, and even the daily bulletin was in English. Four teachers from the English Department and one student were chosen to write a short article/editorial to be published in the bulletin each day of the week - one per day. Of course, I was forcefully volunteered to write something for the final bulletin going out to all the students and teachers on Friday.

Now, the bulletin is just like morning announcements. It informs the students what is happening that day or week, and has an editorial section to express some kind of lesson for the students. All five of us writing for the bulletin had the same theme for our articles (it was planned that way) - Why Santa Maria? I wasn't quite sure what that really meant, but after I read Monday's article, then again I read Tuesday's article I was starting to get the idea. What does Santa Maria mean to me... why am I here? Honestly, they were the only ones that would hire me! No, not true... I got a few other job offers (if we're counting 'laying around my girlfriend's house all day' a job).

Thankfully, I got some good advice from a very wise, grey-haired man we'll call Mike (dad, that's you). So, instead of describing it to you... I'll just let you read it. Warning - this isn't funny or entertaining. It is from the point of view of a teacher, knowing that my 12-17 year old students will be reading it. It was published in the Friday bulletin here at school and I think a few people might have read it. (if you can't see the small picture below, I copied the text under it). Second warning - it's different from the normal things I publish here on the blog.

Why SM?

In the early 1800’s, Father Joseph Chaminade and the Society of Mary were building their ministry through the formation of schools in France and Europe. They were met with many political and educational challenges, but with the inspiration of the Virgin Mary they were able to develop the traditions, beliefs, and strategies exhibited today in all Marianist schools throughout the world.

During these first few decades of existence, the Marianist schools were already displaying the charisma and values that Chaminade so deeply believed. On February 7, 1834, Chaminade wrote a letter to Father Jean Joseph Cheveaux S.M., reminding him that schools were “to introduce and to spread everywhere the spirit of faith and religion, and thereby to multiply Christians.” He continued by saying that this can be done by remembering 3 points: “(1) real missionaries never rely solely on themselves but place their confidence in the Blessed Virgin Mary, (2) the salvation of the souls of our students should be the purpose we propose to ourselves in our actions and prayers, and (3) a teacher cannot succeed with a student whose esteem and friendship he has not gained.” (Brother John R. Habjan, S.M. – Society of Mary Marianists).

More clearly, Chaminade’s three points were:
(1) Marianists say that learning does not take place in a vacuum. Knowledge and understanding matures through the interaction that takes place among students and between teachers and students. (2) As Marianist educators, we should live the life in which we preach to our students. And (3) developing a trusting relationship among teachers and students is a crucial part of the educational process. We’re young men and women with a desire to not only develop our minds, but our hearts and spirits as well.

175 years after this letter was written I walked into the front doors of Santa Maria in Lima, Peru for the first time. In the first 3 months here I can see that SM is a school that thrives using the same philosophy and charisma that Chaminade worked so hard to create. If you go to our website you will read Santa Maria’s Mission – Summarized, it says: Educate for the formation of faith; educate in family spirit; provide an integral, quality education; educate for service, justice, and peace; and finally, educate for adaptation and change. These five strategic objectives are at the heart of why we’re here; more specifically, why I’m here.

My own educational experience was not much different than a student from Santa Maria. The high school I attended, Rockhurst, is a Catholic, Jesuit, and all-male school with a mission to educate young men who, at graduation, will possess the following characteristics: Open to Growth, Intellectually Competent, Religious, Loving, and Committed to Doing Justice. Inspired by the founding Jesuit missionary, St. Ignatius of Loyola, Rockhurst’s mission is to develop promising young students into well-rounded young men. “Men for Others”.

Today I teach my students with both Marianist and Jesuit philosophies in mind. Inside my classroom are some of the best young men in Peru. After they graduate they will go on to do great things and be great men. Luckily, I get to teach them after much refinement and years of quality education with the help of some of the best teachers (and people) I’ve encountered. My students can see how much I enjoy my Marianist teaching experience so far. Whether I’m talking about slang in my English club, cheering for the soccer team, singing in the choir at the Confirmation ceremony, or giving out TOEFL practice tests in class (sorry guys, it has to be done) I am happily contributing to Chaminade’s mission, and Santa Maria’s desire to fulfill that mission.

Nearly 200 years after the first Marianist school opened, Santa Maria continues to develop students with the love of the Blessed Mary, the charisma of Chaminade, and the unique skill of each and every teacher. For me, working in a place with such significant values, traditions, and beliefs is a privilege. However, as the manual of Marianist teaching states, “It is the student body that determines the character of an establishment.” therefore, above all, no matter how much of a privilege I think this is, the students are the real spirit of this school. I can only hope they realize this and take full advantage of such a privileged opportunity.

Professor Brian Meagher

Friday, June 12, 2009

Representing KC all the way in Lima, Peru


I noticed this guy while I was walking to work a few days ago, and I had to quickly get my camera out and discretely take a picture of him. Immediately after this picture was taken I gave him a high five and asked what he thought about Matt Cassel's chances as the starting quarterback this upcoming season.

That's a lie. I didn't ask that. I giggled like a little girl and kept on walking - you know, the usual.

The picture was taken a couple blocks from my apartment. GO CHIEFS!

-Brian

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Yep, that's me... singing in the choir

I won't say that I absolutely love singing, but I will say that I enjoy singing from time to time. I love music. It is one of the few things in life that can instantly influence my mood no matter what situation, and I love that. Usually, I love to listen to music while I run - slow songs, techno, rock, classic rock, rap, even country sometimes... every type of music helps me run, especially on those long runs when some miles feel smooth and other miles feel like running against the wind. (If you're interested, here is a pretty good playlist for running/working out found on Runner's World - here ). I also have to metion that I had a small stint as a lead singer in high school. Our number one hit was Funky Potato. Basically I just said the words funky potato over and over again... that was it. Memorable for sure.

Anyway, so a couple weeks ago I was asked if I wanted to join the school choir, which consists of about 6 or 7 students and 12 teachers. Immediately, I came up with several reasons why it wouldn't be a good idea - the lyrics are in Spanish, I'm not a good singer, I don't have time, and I'm not a good singer... again. But a small part of me was thinking, "What the hell? Who cares if you embarrass yourself. You're the gringo, you're automatically exempt from any embarrassing situations because you're foreign... you don't know any better. Right?"

Finally, after much thought and contemplation (13.5 seconds worth) I said yes and went to my first practice. It went well. I followed along in the song-book and sang the best I could. After three practices I was ready for the big stage - The Confirmation Ceremony. Friday night, in the gymnasium, all of the seniors getting confirmed, their sponsors, and of course families and friends.

Unfortunately, it was caught on video. Now the videos are on you tube. I'll set up the scene before you click on the links below - the choir is placed in the corner of the gym, and the teachers are in the first 3 rows with the students behind them. As for myself, I'm as far away from the camera as possible... thank God. You can barely see the top of my head. If you have trouble finding my fat head in the video, I am standing almost directly in line with the piece of paper taped to the wall. If you find the white paper on the wall, just look directly below that. Happy viewing!

Iglesia Peregrina http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuHp-d6DawQ



Here is a little extra video just for this blog post....

Flag day celebration in the gym: Flag Day

You can also find other various videos under the same user.

Choir Boy,

-Brian


Thursday, June 4, 2009

Rivalry Time


If you know me just a little then you know that I’m a bit of a soccer nerd. I did play a little in high school, and have continued to play recreationally ever since. My former roommates can attest to how many random soccer games I’ve watched on FoxSportsNet over the years. I’m also a big fan of the KC Wizards and the US Soccer team; however, now that I’m in Peru I’ve switched my focus to Santa Maria’s team.

A majority of the players are in my classes so I enjoy going to games to show my support. Every Monday and Thursday after school you can find me at the soccer field cheering on Edmundo, Alvaro, Gonzalo, Gustavo, Renzo, and the rest of the students. (Yes, you’ll find that many of the names end in “o”). The semifinal of the ADECORE Cup was at Santa Maria last month and I couldn’t miss it. We were playing our oldest and most hated rival, Imaculada. I can’t really describe the amount of contempt the two schools have for each other simply because I’m still the ‘newby’ teacher, but based on what I saw that afternoon during the game I can tell there’s some bad blood between the two.

Some of my students actually came into my classroom during recess and lunch on the day of the game to request my presence that afternoon. “Okay! I’ll be there.”

Promptly after the last bell of the day, beating their drums and singing their songs, the students went straight from their classrooms to the soccer field. By the time I got to the game it was already a few minutes in and 4 policemen and about 8 Santa Maria teachers were separating the two team’s fans. No punches were thrown or people kicked out, just some friendly chest thumping and loud yelling.

The game was a good one and the level of play was impressive. I’ll spare you the dorky soccer details and just say that we scored the winning goal with less than two minutes remaining in the game. 1 – 0 in favor of Santa Maria. The students celebrated the goal by rushing the field and acting completely inappropriate and immature. Expected. However, I thoroughly enjoyed chasing them, grabbing them by the back of the neck, and telling them how stupid they were (in Spanish… admittedly, it sounded kind of funny).

When the final whistle blew, our students did the most obvious next step – completely ignored our own players, turned to the opposing fans, and started to yell obscenities and cheers to rub it in their face… as if somehow they had something to do with the victory. The teachers did quite well to keep the two schools separated so that no fights broke out.

The following day at school our students were proud of their victory and before each class I took a few minutes to talk about the game, the fans, and the rivalry. One student put it very bluntly. He said, “Honestly, Brian, we just hate them so much.” As other students are nodding in agreement, he went on to say, “We don’t even know why, but just talking about them now is making me hate them even more.” And just to get a little laugh out of them I said, “You know what Nicolas? After yesterday, I hate them too.”

Promoting uninhibited, unwarranted hatred one young Peruvian at a time –

- Profesor Brayan