Romy Friedman

The Yearbook!Posted by admin on July 14th, 2010

As a member of the Yearbook club every year in my own high school, a few years ago (exactly how many I won’t specify), it is not surprising that I have chosen to be actively involved in establishing a Yearbook tradition at my current school.

Last year I was one of three Secondary teachers who re-introduced the yearbook to the renamed KISU (Kampala International School of Uganda) Secondary section of school. From our endeavor, I realized that the concept of a Yearbook is very much an American and Canadian concept. Very few Europeans, especially the British were familiar with what a Yearbook was. Therefore it was a struggle to explain and rouse enthusiasm for this project.

This year I chose to follow through with my commitment to the Yearbook for a second year and persuaded my roommate and a new teacher to join, as I was the only teacher remaining who had worked on either the Primary or Secondary Yearbook. A few glasses of wine later and we had our new team.

I am very proud to say that this year’s book was very well and eagerly received! I am pleased that I was able to successfully instigate a tradition that will continue in the following years and set a new standard for the production of the Yearbook. To me, school is so much more than what happens just in the classroom. It is about people, connections and relationships. I still go back and read my own high school Yearbook, especially the personal messages to see what people wrote about and how they regarded me! I will openly admit, now that I am a teacher I still ask people to sign my Yearbook and even now, show it to my Father every year.

Publishing the Yearbook was a feat of communication and coordination. To demonstrate this and again thank everyone who was involved I am posting the final printed page (page 149) here.

2010 KISU Yearbook Team

This Yearbook would not be possible or as amazing as it is, without the help of many people!

• Hugo Quinones Silva for the wonderful artwork front and back cover.
• Thank you for the businesses that chose to advertise with us and help fund the cost of production. Marketing department, your help was invaluable in contacting these businesses.
• Thank you to all the students who helped bake delicious items to help raise funds.
• Thank you to Tonny, our IT technician for your help with the technological side of things.
• All students who took pictures, wrote about Outdoor Education and their homeform, it is much appreciated.
• Thank you to all students and teachers who took pictures of school events and put them up on the network for us to access.
• Thank you Primary teachers for putting together various pages.
• Thanks to Irene who organized teacher’s names and other helpful things and to Sibyl Rolle for the use of her graduation photos.
• Most of all, thank you to those in the Yearbook club & committee who spent many hours putting together the layout pages.

As the only teacher who was on either Primary or Secondary Yearbook committee last year, I knew what I was getting myself in for! I am very grateful for the two other teachers who volunteered this year: Samantha Chesler and Alison Crosbie

Thank you to Ms Chesler for taking her own personal time to photograph every member of the entire staff and every child. This was a huge endeavor and not only was it done, the pictures are beautiful. She has managed to capture the essence of each child, and the spirit of KISU. Almost every picture in this book is a tribute to her immense skills as a photographer.

Ms. Crosbie coordinated with Primary and Early Years teachers and the Yearbook committee. Thank you for endless patience, amazing communication skills, the many hours spent creating page layouts and especially for editing each and every page (including this one); that English degree was put to good use!

This is the first complete yearbook for KISU as a whole. Our school has a lot to be proud of, and this Yearbook is the proof of the diversity, school spirit and wonderful community that is KISU.

Romy Friedman

My staff photo

Thoughts of RwandaPosted by admin on June 7th, 2010

Sitting on the edge of Lake Kivu waiting for my breakfast to arrive, I am stunned by the natural beauty of Rwanda. Colorful flowers, lush green plants and the soothing sounds of the water surround me and provide a tranquil setting for breakfast. African music blares in the background though it is only 8:30 yet this still cannot detract from the peace I feel; music is a constant in Africa. I came to Rwanda to get a feel (as much as possible in only four nights) for a country so visible in the media regarding one thing: the 1994 genocide.

I went to the Genocide Memorial and was suitably horrified by the pictures, stories and evidence of this atrocity. Visiting Yad Vashem in Israel, and Auswitz in Poland, I had seen first had evidence and testimonial for the Holocaust and was prepared for the emotional toll such a visit would entail. However, I don’t think one can ever be fully prepared for the horrors or war and mass killing. Yet as hard as this visit was, I think it necessary both from an educational viewpoint and as a tribute to those who lost their lives.

Choosing to live and work in Germany was a decision that was met with horror and skepticism by many Jewish friends and relatives as everyone had personally lost or known someone who had lost family in the Holocaust. Yet ironically living in Frankfurt allowed me to learn and feel more about this period in history than I ever had before despite my many years of Hebrew school and books read. I visited the Jewish museum in Berlin, one of the best museums I have been to. I also attended synagogue in the West End, which had miraculously survived the bombing of the city. Questions about this time in history were not asked, yet every so often I would hear stories about the war from the German perspective in the same way that occasionally people have talked to me about living in Uganda during the time of Amin. These confidences come after a long acquaintance and are not easily told. During my two years I found Germans much more aware of history and some of the most tolerant people I have met.

Rwanda is cleaner and has a much better infrastructure than Uganda. It is a strange juxtaposition traveling through Kigali today while reading of events in A Sunday by the Pool in Kigali on some of the very same places I stand in. However, I find the people in both Rwanda and Uganda equally helpful, honest and friendly. Uganda has even more in common with Rwanda: both countries still suffer from a terrible reputation based upon previous events. When informing people of my decision to take a job in Uganda, the only thing people knew or could refer to was the dictator Ida Amin.

The media seems to want to portray a picture of Africa as a tragedy filled, dangerous place to be. Idi Amin lost power over 28 years ago yet cannot seem to shake this image, just as Rwanda will always be thought of for the genocide that happened 15 years ago. Yes remembering previous events is very important: I cannot believe the number of people who are ignorant of these events that happened in their lifetime. However, moving forward and not holding future generations responsible for actions they did not commit is equally important. Talking about forgiveness, aid to countries in need and tolerance is all very well and good, yet how many of these people are willing to travel to these places and put their money and bodies where their mouth is?

I am leaving Africa soon to return to Canada and complete my Masters. I am excited to return to Canada, a country I very much love, both for its natural beauty but also for its democratic and liberal government. I already know I will miss Africa a lot and feel a piece of my heart will always be here. I pity the people who are too scared to travel here, and who let the media dictate their actions and perceptions of the world. They are missing out on the beauty of the wildlife, land and people that both Rwanda and Uganda have to offer. It is their loss and as much a tragedy as the negative reputation that these two countries have been saddled with.

The Phenomenon that is FacebookPosted by admin on May 24th, 2010

Technology and education together is a topic that fascinates me. So much so, that when it comes time to enter my Master’s at UBC (University of British Columbia) this coming Fall, I am giving serious thought to writing my thesis paper on a topic within this subject matter. Technology has benefited and revolutionized the way Science is taught in a major way. One reason I am sorry to be leaving my current position is that I ordered a microscope that can be attached to the interactive Smarboard for the upcoming year’s resource order. I can look at a slide or specimen under the microscope, and use my four coloured pens to annotate, circle features and various other teachingactions. However, technology has also led to problems or situations within teaching that need to be addressed.

Cell phones, ipods and various other electronic devices are coming more and more the norm for a student. I own both these first two items and carry them in my purse at all times. Both of these items are banned from my current school, however I would bet that on an average day most students have one if not both items in their possession. These items have caused little headache or problems within my teaching. As I teach the IB diploma students I tend to ignore student’s use of these items so long as it not obvious or detracts from my teaching in any way. Given the lack of landlines and ease of communication within Uganda, I understand the security and safety reasons behind the mobile phone. I certainly wouldn’t feel comfortable going anywhere without mine, which is a big difference from how I felt towards this device when living in Canada and Germany. Though I own a Blackberry and pay to have my emails sent to this device, I do not like being accessible to others every minute of every day,The biggest problem for me is listening to student’s complain when they are stolen. However I have heard personal accounts from other teachers of horror stories where students send each other inappropriate pictures taken of themselves while at school. I certainly realize the potential for having “cameras”, a popular feature of most mobile phones, present in a school environment where children are. However, the biggest single item of concern for me is Facebook.

It would seem pretty obvious that anyone and everyone should not view certain pictures; there should always be a filter in place. This goes for any professional, such as teachers, but also for the general public. I firmly believe not everything in one’s life needs to be shared. With this in mind, I have always been careful of what I have posted on Facebook. However, since qualifying as a teacher I have been even more vigilant, especially after my Law class at teacher’s college where we were given many real life cases of teachers being prosecuted for unprofessional actions. This message was reinforced by my wonderful career counselor who also advised me to publish “positive” information on the Internet; I now own my own name as a .com web address, and have created this very website where you will reading this blog. I was told that I cannot prevent or control the “filth” that is put into cyberspace about me, however, I can have control over what comes up when people Google me by adding this positive content. However, as of yesterday I have decided to remove myself from Facebook completely.

Unfortunately an incident occurred where a teacher published pictures on their Facebook account that showed a situation that was not appropriate. Did it involve school or anything that impacts their professional integrities or capabilities? The answer is no.These photos were printed off and shown to the school director by another teacher. In my opinion personal life and school life should be kept very separate. Can I always follow my own advice? No I don’t and living within the city of Kampala, although large in population, does not make it very easy to do so especially when most of the school community lives within a small radius of the school itself, including me. The small expatriate community and lack of facilities like bookstores, shopping centers, coffee shops, bars, clubs and various other places I enjoy spending time make this even harder. However, I would never think that personal feelings and opinions should lead to professional consequences despite any lapse in judgment over their posting.

Students often request me to be their friend on Facebook as I did not choose a pseudonym. I have turned down many such requests despite not having anything of concern in my profile. I have added friends from my previous school once I have left and I do find it a very useful tool to keep in touch with these people whom I would not necessarily email.  Sometimes I wonder at why students would want to be my friend on Facebook and ask myself to they even realize at what I can see in their photos?

A friend from teacher’s college had her own problems regarding Facebook. Her account was somehow accessed by a parent of a student, and pictures and emails were sent to the Superintendent of her board. She subsequently was reprimanded. She is braver than I as she has reopened a Facebook account under another name.

Technology has the potential for both good and bad. It is the same technology that was used for the nuclear bombs in the Second World War and nuclear warhead that today gives us an important source of energy. Facebook is just another technological tool that is subject to the user, however currently I feel Facebook has become too much a tool for bullying, exclusion and the publication of derogatory comments. I am saddened that teachers do not adhere to a higher purpose; it has been my experience that teachers are just as problematic in this regard as students. So in the near future, please email me rather than sending a Facebook message because as you will see, I have disappeared!

Why I LOVE/HATE International Teaching!Posted by admin on April 23rd, 2010

1. I get to live in a totally new, unfamiliar and exciting places
2. I can travel to many places I couldn’t otherwise afford or access
3. The students are usually very interesting, coming from many different cultures and backgrounds
4. You get to meet some cool people including other teacher, professionals and locals
5. It is excellent life experience in so many ways and makes me a better person
6. You can experience and do a lot of things you wouldn’t be able to do at home
7. Most parents helpful, thankful and nice
8. There is always at least one staff member with interesting stories to tell and great work/life experience to learn from
9. Your friends and family thinks you are adventurous and cool
10. The various ecosystems, cultures and local resources greatly improve my teaching

Top 10 Reasons I HATE International Teaching  

1. Often times people in power get their position due to being a long-term resident and not because of any qualifications or experience
2. You often feel disconnected from friends and family at home
3. Your students often speak way more languages than you (especially as I only speak English!)
4. As teachers are mostly transitional and there is a high turn-over rate, it is much easier to take advantage of teachers; there is no union or organization for protection like state/public schools
5. A lot of your co-workers have a poor work ethic because they are there to travel and party, more than work: “professional tourists”
6. You are exposed to many more potential medical problems
7. None or very little professional development is often offered or required
8. No world standards can lead to things like poor or varying housing conditions despite what is stated in a contract
9. No long-term financial security (pensions etc)

$500US for the permit alone and worth every cent! 

Dear Parents/Guardians…..Posted by admin on October 7th, 2009

Working as a teacher, you are constantly subjected to scrutiny, be it students testing you to see how you react or your supervisor doing an observation. However, there is one category of person that surprisingly, doesn’t seem to want to meet or evaluate me at times: the parents!

Going to the mandatory Meet-the-Teacher night at school last week, I was shocked at the low turnout of parents. Granted there was rioting in Kampala (conflict between the government and members of the Buganda tribe), it still seems that looking back to the previous year, that attendance at parent-teacher conferences and the same event were lower than I had expected.  This lack of teacher recognition was reinforced today, when a member of the PTA whom I knew by name and sight asked me if I was new to the school.

During my first year of teaching, a student asked me why I wanted to be a teacher. He stated that I was obviously smart; I could do anything, so why do a job where I am paid so little? I responded by asking him what was most important to his parents? It was sad that it took him a few minutes to come to the conclusion that I was talking about him (not money or a large company). I then stated that I probably spent more time with him than his parents during the school year, (he agreed with me on that), and that therefore my job was pretty important because his parents were intrusting me with shaping and taking care of what is most important to them. Not surprisingly, I never heard from or interacted with his parents in any way. Unfortunately, the less importance and respect parents give to teachers; the same will be true for their child.

Many people begrudge teachers their many holidays; a favorite colleague of mine says that teachers do not have vacations, they have recovery periods. Teaching is not just a job; it’s a vocation that goes beyond the hours of the school day. Teachers work very hard (harder than I ever thought when I was a student in high school) and put a lot of time and care into their students. As a parent, I am sure you appreciate the teacher that goes out of their way to do small things that enrich the world of your child. Well parents I have news for you, the same applies to for us teachers! A small thank you card or gift at the end of the year or for holidays makes a big difference to a teacher. Though the chocolates and flowers were nice, at my previous school, it was the sentiments of students and parents for Teacher Appreciation Day that meant the most to me.

Sadly, many parents at private schools feel they have done their duty by paying the tuition costs; it is up to the teacher to prepare their child for life and further schooling. It seems that parents are more involved in school the younger the child; secondary parents feel that they are not needed or maybe wanted. As an IB (International Baccalaureate) teacher and form tutor, I am busy preparing your child for university. In fact, not only am I teaching them subject material, life skills, and being a role model, I am probably helping them to write their applications and providing references.  The more support I have from parents, the better I will be able to support these students and teach them what they need to succeed in the world; students will have a greater chance of success.  Supporting teacher’s leads to better morale, this in turn leads to a happier, more positive and productive, learning environment.

Luckily most parents are wonderful:  involved, concerned and caring when it comes to their child’s education. For all you parents out there who have baked me those delicious cookies, written those wonderful cards, taken your child out shopping to buy presents, come and supported a school event like the Science Symposium or even just showed up to parent-teacher conferences, I thank you! Rest assured these small things are noted an appreciated by all teachers alike.

How many babies do you have?Posted by admin on September 15th, 2009

What is the meaning of life? From a biologist’s perspective, as I often tell my students, it is to reproduce and pass on your genetic material. If we take the premise as truth, then so far in my life at age 28, I would be considered a failure. This viewpoint becomes reinforced as I live and travel in Africa.  

Living in Europe or North America, when meeting someone new the first question usually asked is where one is from or what is your profession. In Africa, the first question I am invariably asked, besides what country I am from, is if I am married or if I have a man as I am usually alone or traveling with a female friend. That is always followed up by the question of whether or not I have any babies. At first, I was confused; my answer was a very obvious no, I have no man therefore I clearly have no children. However, once better acquainted with local culture, I realize that for African men and woman, the two are not necessarily connected. Woman often have children out of wedlock and many have children while they are still teenagers. As Uganda is a very conservative and religious country, I was surprised to hear this, and even more surprised to see that these people are not forced to marry nor ostracized from the community in any way.  

Uganda was one of the few African countries to handle successfully the Aids pandemic once the danger was recognized. It continues to be active in combating this disease; condoms are readily available and cheap. Campaigns across the country endeavor to educate people to issues that propagate the disease. My personal favorite is a billboard that shows an elderly man with the slogan “Would you want your daughter to sleep with this man? Then why would you sleep with his?” I realized that they were attempting to stop cross-generational intercourse, but the understanding of why came much later. It was after some reading into Aids that I learnt that this is a major factor in the spread of the disease. As homosexuality is illegal in Uganda, Aids, unlike during its early stages in the Western world, is a heterosexual disease in Africa.  

To come back to my original point regarding having children, condoms are very widely available and affordable. Further, they are required protection to combat other factors such as Aids. Uganda continues to run very successful education campaigns that promote the use of condoms. The questions then becomes, why are there so many pregnancies if such methods are widely and cheaply available? Certain other factors come into play; a guide at Sippi Falls told me that he fathered a child (age twenty) when he was too drunk to remember to use a condom. I mentioned that birth control pills are 10,000 Shs (approximately $5 US) for three months and take care of problems like that. He only laughed. Although from the village, Joel works with tourists for a good rate, and is saving up to attend medical school. So if this is the attitude of an educated, forward thinking African, I mustcome to the conclusion that these pregnancies are wanted, and if not wanted, happily accepted.  

In Uganda it is very important to greet people, and invariably the term of respect for a woman is “mama” or some equivalent. This highlights the importance Africans place on reproduction and having a baby for women; a girl is not considered a proper woman until she has given birth. African women show disbelief and horror when they hear I am twenty-eight and still have yet to give birth. The most recent, and probably most dramatic incident came very recently when my car broke down driving from the Serengeti to the Ngorngoro Crater. While waiting for my driver to change the tire, we were approached by two Masaai women. They did not speak English but wanted us to take their picture in exchange for money. We were happy to oblige as this was an authentic experience,rather than a set production put on fortourists, as is usually the case. They spoke no English, but luckily our guide from the Serengeti had asked for a ride to Arusha. This was a great symbiotic relationship: he got a free ride and we got the benefit of his local knowledge and language skills. Through him we were able to communicate with the women, and of course, they wanted to know if my friend was my mother, and how many babies I had. My answer was surprising to them, as was theirs to me: that at the age of fifteen and eighteen, they had respectively one baby and two babies. I was advised to get a man very quickly because I was very old, almost too old to have babies anymore.  

Left: woman age 15 (1 baby) Right: woman age 18 (2 babies)

 

 Back in the car I jokingly remarked that I had two university degrees, and did that count for anything? My Ugandan driver stated that it is not the same situation. The Masaai live in a very big area and they need to have children to fill up the land. I realize that in Sub-Saharan Africa, having many children is beneficial to the parents as well as practical. Children are used as a source of labor; there is no Westernized notion that childhood is a time of innocence to be used for play. Children are expected to contribute the running of the household, with tasks like collecting firewood, taking care of younger siblings and for girls, cleaning and cooking, and for boys, herding cattle. Indeed, my two Sudanese students talk of their childhood job of herding cattle as the two oldest boys in a family that consists of six wives having seventeen children. Practicality comes from the knowledge that infant and child mortality is high; most children will not survive to adulthood able to reproduce families of their own. Diseases such as malaria, cholera, typhoid and accidents or myriads of other dangers that are rampant in Africa claim the weak: the elderly and the young. There are simply too many hazards to avoid loss of life, and parents look to their children as security for old age.  

This is slowly changing, at least in Uganda, as people have access to more health care and education has become mandatory. My guard in Kampala recently asked to borrow money for school fees (a minimal charge) for his children for the new semester. After hearing that his wife in the village had just given birth to their fourth child, my roommate joked that we should buy him a box of condoms. However, I do not think this necessary as he has recently remarked that he will have no more children, as it is too expensive. Slowly the concept followed in the West is taking hold: have fewer children but invest larger amounts of energy, and more pertinent to Africans, large sums of money. Though the Africans I see live a day-to-day existence, they are slowly being forced to plan ahead for the future. Today half of Uganda’s population is below the age of eighteen. This contrasts sharply with Canada’s population that is aging. This it not to say we in the developed Western economies have all the answers. Our aging population comes with its own set of problems.  

Despite the constant questions and subtle (and overt) pressure I feel here in Africa, I do not see babies in my immediate future. I realize my best child producing years are approaching, and the risk of infertility and birth defects rises every year I put off having children. However, for now the benefits of finding a suitable mate and furthering my own career outweighs the need or want for a baby. My priority is ensuring I have the means to ensure a safe and happy life for myself, and build up the security to one day provide for a family. If only Africans had the support that we enjoy and the same options open to them, the seeds of self-sustainment could be sown, changing the helplessness that characterizes Africa today. However, just as I too must balance the many pressures of my chosen life, so too must Africans, often with many other problems I can hardly begin to understand. So for now as I ponder these difficult questions,there is a surplus of African children to play with, many orphaned street children, whenever the maternal feeling overwhelms me.  

Summer Musings – August 2009Posted by admin on August 31st, 2009

Some say the glass is half full, others say the glass is half empty; life is one of perspective. Nowhere else does this seem to apply more than international teaching. To use another cliché and literary reference: it was the worst of times; it was the best of times. This is how I would best describe my life as an international teacher. There is so much to gain from teaching abroad; experiencing new cultures, people and places. However, I have grown just as much, if not more from the difficulties inherent in my choice of lifestyle.  

Changing jobs is stressful. So is moving apartments (or any living accommodations) and making new friends. Throw in foreign language, different food, and a move to a different continent into the mix, do it all at once and maybe you’ll get an idea of how stressful and overwhelming the life of international teaching can be.  So why have I done this twice now, moving first to Frankfurt, Germany and Kampala, Uganda?  

The answer lies in one word: “perspective”. The above lesson was one I learnt a lot earlier than my teaching career.  During the end of my High School years, my mother became depressed. It was during the end of my first year at McGill University when it became serious.  

As a sufferer of depression myself it is hard to explain to someone else how you feel. So many people have tried, but no matter how empathetic a person is, it is hard unless they have experienced the same or a similar feeling. After her death, our rabbi told me that I should be happy my mother was dead, as she no longer had to suffer.  My first reaction was to shout, “I’m not happy, I want my mother back”, however with the passage of six years I have gained a different viewpoint, especially in relation to my career. I chose not to be a doctor; after being part of so much trauma I no longer wanted, or was capable of seeing death and disease with detachment.  Instead I have become a teacher, a career that I love and look forward to every single day; I bring forth knowledge and open people to new choices and possibilities.I am a more empathetic and open person than I might have otherwise been. And last but not least, I know who my best and closest friends are and how to be a better friend to others!  

This insight didn’t come overnight. I chose to leave Canada to run forward into other experiences, allowing me to get some perspective on the very tumultuous and stressful past six years of my life. How I elected to do this wasto travel the world in search of new experiences that could hopefully replace some of the old ones. Using these skills has made me a better person and a better teacher, and allowed me to live and enjoy each day to its fullest.  

When I decided to go back to Canada on vacation, I wasn’t sure how I would feel. My entry into Canada wasn’t smooth; I collapsed on the flight from Amsterdam to Toronto with a fever and pain. The airline staff of KLM was wonderful, but trying to convince customs it wasn’t swine flu or malaria wasn’t fun. When asked where I was arriving from and answering Uganda, I could see the confusion and suspicion come into the eyes of the airport staff. One official even bluntly asked, “What am I doing there?” My answer of teaching didn’t seem to satisfy him, nor did the reason for coming back to see family and friends seem enough. I was sent to have my luggage searched, for a few brief moments I felt the struggle certain people are more likely subject to; for example; the general Muslim population in the wake of 9-11  

Thanks to antibiotics I recovered within a week and was back to living my “regular” life in Canada while Africa seemed a far off dream as did the suffering I had undergone. What didn’t fade was my relief and appreciation of the full health coverage and access to doctors (both family members and public) to help me.  Canada offers its population free healthcare. Although living outside the country, I still had no need to worry. Had this happened to me in Uganda where I picked up the harmful bacteria, I still have access to well trained doctors and full coverage care courtesy of my job.  This relief was interposed with guilt that so many people, specifically Africans, constantly undergo this kind of suffering or greater but without the support I had enjoyed. 

My Kampala apartment: outside balcony 

People living just outside my apartment 

 People living just outside my apartment Once better, I was also struck by the amount of nice cars on the road. It took me a whole hour to remember I turn on the air conditioner instead of rolling down the windows. I laugh because it was one year before this, home for the summer from Germany, I couldn’t get over how ugly all the cars were after seeing a steady diet of Mercedes, Audi, BMW and Volkswagen on the roads. It was crazy how much my perspective and attitude had changed. Walking into a store in Canada I would ask myself: do I really need this? And the answer was usually no. Seeing people buy second hand clothes and living with no running water or electricity, it was impossible for me to spend lots of money on things I knew I didn’t need, even if it was new, shinny and pretty. As the weeks went by, though it was hard to hold on to this attitude with constant consumerism around me. Watching television, reading the newspaper and mostly just going through the tasks of everyday life, there was so much choice and availability around me that I began to regard this not only as normal, but as my given right. A hot shower and constant electricity was always there on demand; instead of realizing how much I relied on and enjoyed these resources, I took them completely for granted. Therefore, although sad to leave my friends and family behind, I was kind of happy to be heading back to Africa.Despite the ubiquitous Coke, and cell phone carrier advertising, there is little exposure to consumerism and few places to spend money; stores and items are limited and the availability of electricity irregular. Typical roadside in Ugand 

Upon arriving in Kampala, I was curious as to how I would feel about being back in Africa.  Turns out I felt great. Visiting my mechanic to get my car back, he had replaced the engine and wouldn’t let me pay the full cost because it was more than I said I had to spend. Driving my manual car on the otherside of the road with potholes and crazy drivers, I felt good: free. I could go to the bar in flip-flops, no makeup and feel great; it was still important to look good but you were not judged by the price and quality of the material items you wear. The Internet was painfully slow and the streets dirty but as my mother knew, and I know, and the malnourished but always smiling children all over Uganda know, it isn’t what you have in life that makes you happy. It is enjoying all the experiences and relationships that life has to offer, or at least, that’s my perspective on life. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother, I was privileged to have her in my life for twenty-two years and I certainly couldn’t find a better job than international teaching… at this stage of my life anyways. Such is my perspective on life, the universe and everything within.  

Science Symposium – July 1st, 2009Posted by admin on August 30th, 2009

IB Cultural Exchange – May 8, 2009Posted by admin on May 23rd, 2009

Welcoming Moritz and Inna to Uganda

The benefits to teaching internationally are many: one can experience many new countries, cultures and gain valuable insight into people of all religions and races. This experience is priceless, especially as the world becomes smaller and smaller due to innovations like the internet: we are surely becoming a global, international community.

My first overseas teaching job was in Frankfurt, Germany where I learnt so much about European history, culture and languages. During my second year, I broke the news to students that I would be moving on to Kampala, Uganda and unfortunately, I then experienced many ignorant and insensitive comments from students. Most students expressed disbelief that I would want to live in Africa, where they alleged “you would live in mud-huts and have no running water or electricity”. My attempts to explain the many positives about Africa did little to penetrate the negative image that the students had, mostly due to the damaging image and negative press that Africa so often gets in the news.

It was during this time that I resolved to organize a cultural exchange program for IB students to help negate the many fallacies students had about Africa in general, and Uganda in particular. With support from KISU’s IB Coordinator, Marie Kamure, I was able to bring two IB1 students from Frankfurt over here to Uganda over the April break. These two brave students, Moritz Wollenhaupt and Inna Sarieva, came to Uganda for 12 nights to experience various activities that came under the heading of CAS: Creativity, Action, and Service for which they received credit towards their IB Diploma.

Students were exposed to Ugandan culture. We visited the Kasubi tombs and worked with a local artist using the indigenous material, bark cloth. Led by an NGO worker, students were also exposed to the realities of poverty in Africa when we visited a slum. Conversely, students were very impressed with KISU’s new campus and the many resources and technology our school has to offer.

KISU Yr1 IB student: David

KISU’s own IB students got involved, selling Candy-grams to raise money for a welcome barbque where students could meet and talk in a relaxed setting. The evening was a huge success with lots of food, music, and the highlight of the evening: a PowerPoint presentation on Uganda by students Ashaba and Hannah, and a presentation on Germany by Moritz and Inna. Students compared things nationally such as leaders, government, and more locally, talking about what their social life and academic life are like. This was a great chance for students to see how the exact same material is taught is another country.

KISU Yr1 IB students: Samantha & Farrah

The KISU IB students were also given the opportunity to join us in the various planned activities. David Wol and Nelson Ngot joined us for the two day Whitewater rafting trip where David and Moritz overcame their fears, bungee jumping into the Nile River below. After rafting, we enjoyed two-hours of quad biking along the Nile River with a beautiful African sunset. New friendships were formed, and stereotypes overcome and thus David remarked “I have a whole new perspective on Germans now”. These friendships will hopefully lead to many future opportunities for students; David and Nelson were invited to Germany by Moritz and Inna who are eager to show them around their country, promising to drive them to Munich or Berlin should they visit Frankfurt.

Students were given an opportunity to help the local community through service hours at Voice of Hope, a charity that gives street kids a place to live and a chance for a future. We were joined by KISU students Gil-Christ Akotegnon, and once gain David and Nelson. Students were treated to a dance show and shown the various methods for raising money. Special thanks go to CAS coordinator Anne Hecker for organizing this day. After so much service and action, students rested and ventured out of Kampala to Murchison National Park where they experienced some of the wildlife and nature that Uganda has to offer.

ISF IB Yr1 student: Inna

The trip was very successful, with the benefits to students more than worth the many hours of planning:
“Thank you sooo much for giving Moritz the opportunity of making so many excellent experiences and so great new impressions. He changed a lot and came back with so much new energy, such a positive attitude and filled with new ideas.” Heike Wollenhaupt

ISF IB Yr1 student: Moritz

It was a sad goodbye on both sides, with students wishing they could stay longer, and Inna revealing “it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had”. I was very impressed with both Inna and Moritz’s initiative, ability to adapt to new situations, and display of all the characteristics of the IB learner profile! They are planning to share their many insights with their peers back in Frankfurt and hopefully through such small steps, people can be educated and secondary ignorance eliminated.

A special thanks to all IB students who participated and made the visiting team feel welcome and to Catherine Meyer and Harriet Spry for their support in this endeavor. Thank you also goes to our CAS Coordinator Anne Hecker and IB Coordinator Marie Kamure.

Romy Friedman
Head of Science