Dysentery Blues

The infectious diseases people came back with the results of their tests late last week.  The pandemic was dysentery caused by the Shigella bacterium.  For those without expertise in food borne illnesses of the 19th century, according to the great source of lazy students everywhere Wikipedia, dysentery is "an inflammatory disorder of the intestine, especially of the colon, that results in severe diarrhea containing mucus and/or blood in the feces^[1] with fever, abdominal pain,^[2] and rectal tenesmus (a feeling of incomplete defecation). If left untreated, dysentery can be fatal." Apparently, the main culprit was (surprise, surprise) the cafeteria, which itself had unsafe food handling practises resulting in shigellosis being transmitted via the kitchen's surfaces.  

Being something I had only considered when I was playing the Oregon Trail on the Mac II computers at Westbrook Elementary School, circa 1991, I looked into it from a historical perspective.  Here, again from Wikipedia, is an incomplete list of dysentery's historical casualties:

• 1216 – King John of England died of dysentery at Newark Castle on 18 October 1216.^[21]
• 1422 – King Henry V of England died suddenly from dysentery in 1422, he was thirty-five years old.
• 1596 – Sir Francis Drake, Vice Admiral died of dysentery on 27 January 1596 while attacking San Juan, Puerto Rico.^[22] He was buried at sea in a lead coffin, near Portobelo.
• 1605 – Akbar the Great, ruler of the Mughal Empire of South Asia died of dysentery. On 3 October 1605, he fell ill with an attack of dysentery, from which he never recovered. He is believed to have died on or about 27 October 1605, after which his body was buried at a mausoleum in Sikandra, Agra.^[23]
• 1675 – Jacques Marquette died of dysentery, on his way north from what is today Chicago, traveling to the mission where he intended to spend the rest of his life.^[24]
• 19th century – As late as the nineteenth century, the 'bloody flux,' it is estimated, killed more soldiers and sailors than did combat.^[8] Typhus and dysentery decimated Napoleon's Grande Armée in Russia. More than 80,000 Union troops died of dysentery during the American Civil War.^[25]
• 1896 – Phan Dinh Phung, a Vietnamese revolutionary who led rebel armies against French colonial forces in Vietnam, died of dysentery as the French surrounded his forces on January 21, 1896.^[26]
• 1930 – The French explorer and writer, Michel Vieuchange, died of dysentery in Agadir on 30 November 1930, on his return from the "forbidden city" ofSmara. He was nursed by his brother, Doctor Jean Vieuchange, who was unable to save him. The notebooks and photographs, edited by Jean Vieuchange, went on to become bestsellers.^[27][28]
• 1942 – The Selarang Barracks Incident in the summer of 1942 during the Second World War involved the forced crowding of 17,000 Anglo-Australianprisoners-of-war (POWs) in the areas around the barracks square for nearly five days with little water and no sanitation after the Selarang Barracks POWs refused to sign a pledge not to escape. The incident ended with the capitulation of the Australian commanders due to the spreading of dysentry among their men.^[29]

Luckily, it is very treatable and the only casualties were the appendices of 2 students which were unnecessarily removed due to the misdiagnoses of doctors!

The question soon moved onto what might the school do for the rest of the term (2 more weeks!).  With the cafeteria closed for the forseeable future due to obvious reasons, the expected course of action might be to ask students to pack a lunch, set up a few microwaves around the school, and have kids eat at school while trying our best to catch up after a week without students (especially with another round of reporting at the end of this month).

Of course, this was not the plan of action to be taken!  Instead, students would not bring in any food (they were instructed not to take in any food too), the school day would be trimmed from 10 periods a day to 5, 6 or 7 (depending on year level), and students would leave between noon (for primary students) and 1:30 (for secondary students).  Administration instructed teachers to not eat anything until the students left (so as to not exacerbate their hunger).  To facilitate these changes, the school's entire timetable would need to be rejigged.  With less periods in total, certain classes would need to sacrifice some of their lessons.  You might expect that the subjects to get the chop would be the relatively unimportant (such as phys ed, the humanities aka social studies, the arts, etc.) but instead math, Mongolian and English would sacrifice about a third of their lessons.  I'm still trying to figure out the wisdom of cutting core subjects.  (In short: there isn't any strong pedagogical justification as far as I'm concerned.)   Oh, and teachers were still expected to be at school until 4 PM for, wait for it, more meetings in Mongolian.

So, while the vast majority of teachers saw their own teaching load reduce somewhat (mostly shrinking by a third), I saw no reduction of my teaching time, only a reduction of the breaks I have during a day.  So, instead of teaching 24 lessons in a 50 period timetable (with at least one a day for lunch), I have to teach 24 in 35.  (As an aside, most teachers at school, especially local teachers, work a 15 to 18 lesson week during normal times, which has been reduced to perhaps 10 to 12 lessons per week now.)  Throwing lunch in there (or at least a morning tea break), this means I have only 6 breaks in a week.  This allotment was made even worse when my personal timetable was finally passed onto me yesterday, which sees only one period off on Tuesday and none at all on Wednesday.  I teach from 8 AM to 1:30 PM without a real break (in between periods, I hustle from one end of the school to the other).  I've asked around and it looks like I'm the only teacher to have a no break day.

As a formely active member of my teachers union, I'm frankly appalled at these conditions, which are hardly beneficial to staff or students.  After a day of this schedule so far, I've found that the kids were starving by their 5th or 6th straight period and were unable to do any meaningful work (especially in lower grade levels).  By the time I was actually finished with speaking to students, it was about 2 PM and I was exhausted (even with a one period break).  I'm bracing myself for tomorrow's 7 out of 7 day.

Food Borne Boredom

Food Borne Pandemic

It started on Tuesday.  A few kids were absent, more than the usual at least, and rumours started to fly about a "stomach bug" that was spreading.  The next day, more than half of the school was missing.  Classes were suspiciously empty and my usually chatty Year 10s were completely quiet as they studiously completed their homework.  Very strange!  By Thursday afternoon, the school was nearly deserted, and the students that remained had no taste for any work whatsoever.  By Friday afternoon, the remaining kids in years 9 through 12 (perhaps 20 total) took it upon themselves to wag en masse.  Instead of teaching about urbanisation, I read a few chapters of DeLillo's Cosmopolis in an empty class, before packing it up and leaving school.

After a relaxing weekend, I walked to school with the new caustic noise rap from Death Grips on my headphones and thought about the week ahead and how I as going to conquer my latest nemesis of a class.  As I approached the school, I noticed that the school buses weren't parked out front as per usual.  I was a few minutes late for the singing of the national anthem (it happens everyday) but not that unprofessionally absent that the buses would have dropped the kids off and left.  As I entered the gates, I saw that none of the classroom lights were on, which was even more strange.  In fact, the entire school was empty with no teachers or students or even staff in sight.  I wandered aimlessly looking for colleagues before checking out the cafeteria, where I walked in (a little late) to an impromptu school meeting.

The news? School was cancelled.  In fact, students would not attend for the entire week.  The cause was a "stomach flu" which to, you and I, means food poisoning.  More than half of the school was affected, and the school had called in the infectious diseases hospital to test the food served at school, to examine any students or staff who felt sick. Teachers though were expected at school for the entire week.  To do what?  Well, that was undefined.  Perhaps lesson plan, or catch up on marking.  As usual, it took over an hour to make these points and the entire meeting was conducted in Mongolian (we had someone translate for us afterwards).  

Being surprisingly up to date on my plans, I braced myself for a week of tedium.  There's nothing as boring as a school without kids.  The energy of the place is drained without the day to day, minute to minute, interaction of the classroom.  There's only so many people to stalk on Facebook.  There's only so many websites to aimlessly read.  There's only so many long lunches you can take.

Yesterday, the new directive was that every class needed to be cleaned.  Every surface needed to be scrubbed, all tables and chairs and walls disinfected.  And this was to be done by teachers.  Putting aside the efficacy of this plan in terms of dealing with a food borne illness, we're not janitors.  We're teachers.  And then, today, the cleaners went through the classrooms and cleaned all the surfaces again, as if to underline the futility of the exercise.  

Luckily, today, I remembered to bring in my friend Andy Croome's new novel Midnight Empire, which was an excellent way to spend the morning and afternoon.  Sandwiched in between these sessions, Lena, a coworker and friend, and I walked to the impossibly massive Naral Tuul ("Black") Market, a seemingly endless open air labyrinth selling basically anything and everything (from kimchi to garishly amazing nomad gear to Hitler statues).  We had lunch in a little stall in the market.  Mongolian tea (salty, milky and Lena's even had a piece of fat in it) with boiled meat (I want to say beef but it could have been horse), cabbage salad, potatoes with mayo, and 2 little mounds of white rice topped with ketchup.  It might not be GANGNAM STYLE CHICKEN but it did the job.  We hiked our way back to school, passing the Wrestling Palaces (both present and past) and the impressively CIA like exterior of the Mongolian headquarters of the Mormons.  At school, we found teachers playing chess, reading books, facebooking, reading the paper, playing Nirvana covers on acoustic guitar, listening to music, tapping obsessively into their phones, and so on.  

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Winter is coming

Winter is coming (Not shown: winter)

The first flecks of snow fell in the last week of September.  I was teaching grade 9 geography and the kids en masse stopped paying attention to the lesson and gazed out the windows.  Snow.  It melted by midday but that seems almost obscenely beyond the point.  Winter is coming.

I experienced 2 weeks of Ulaanbaatar in January earlier this year and it's something to be feared.  Minus 40C everyday for 4 months.  Lung clogging and cough enducing smoke from the ger camps.  Ice everywhere due to a lack of sanding or salting the roads.  I grew up in Edmonton but this shit is ridiculous. Winter is coming.

The temperature has really started to dip in the last while.  A couple weeks ago, I could read a book and eat lunch outside comfortably without a jacket.  Those days are over.  Winter is coming.

Everyone knows it.  Winter is coming.

Putting the Ass in Assessment

Post Assessment Glow

Undoubtedly, the most hated time of the year for teachers is when you do reports.  You sit down, pour over your teaching chronicle (if you have one... if you don't, you pour over random sheets of loose paper with grades scrawled over them), and try to figure out what the hell you can say about "Johnny" (or "Amarbaatar", in Mongolia) and how they can improve their frankly lacking performance thus far.  Luckily though, these times only come up perhaps 4 times a year in wich you need spout out thousands upon thousands of words of educational jibber jabber that, depending on your school, may or may not be read by parents.

At my school in Mongolia, we do reports every month rather than once every 3 or 4 months.  The first reports were due last Friday despite the following facts:

(1) We had not received access to the reporting system until, um, Wednesday afternoon.
(2) Said system was completely in cyrillic
(3) We weren't really trained on how to use the system
(4) I had only taught my kids perhaps 4 times (2 times for a couple classes, who I missed for 2 consecutive weeks due to camp and then food poisoning).
(5) Most of the grades were supposed to be based on a monthly exam, which I had not been told was necessary until a week ago, leading me to scramble up a geography quiz or two or two hundred.

None of these 5 facts were insurmountable in and of themselves, so, as you do, you just go with it and you throw together some tests on location, river systems, water cycles, natural changes to the environment and whatever else you have theoretically covered in middle school geography.  You compile the marks.  You find a cyrillic to roman alphabet transliteration website and you parse your way through the names.  You tap your way through the system, asking for guidance from colleagues when your marks mysteriously disappear after you "save" them (luckily, this only happened once).

And then on Thursday night, I was told that geography is only assessed every second month, and I only had to report on my 2 grade 9 and grade 10 classes and my World History kids in grade 8.  In terms of last minute announcements, this was a nice one as it cut my work load from 12 classes to report on and write comments for to 3.  No late nights, no tears, nothing out of the ordinary, no problems and no worries.

There are times when it's all worth it.  Like the time when I told my grade 10s to stop listening to "Gangnam Style" and instead "do it 'Geography Style'" leading to the kids improvising a new geography inspired take on Psy's instant classic.  Or when, forsaking the planned lesson, my grade 9s played geography inspired charades on Thursday afternoon (periods 9 and 10!) for a bag of candy. Or when a student drew me a picture of a ger ("yurt").  Or when I caught a grade 6 student passing a note to a girl asking whether she loved him or not (he had already answered in the affirmative for her).

Unfortunately, those moments aren't covered on the reports.