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I’m spending my winter teaching math and putting on a bilingual production of As You Like It in the Marshall Islands. I’ve made a new blog, Yokwe, Algebra*, for my time here. Follow me!
*Yokwe is a Marshallese word meaning hello.
Posted on December 31, 2011 via Yokwe, Algebra with 1 note
Source: yokwealgebra
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Salvador Dali’s Three Sphinx of Bikini
Following World War II, the US conducted a series of nuclear tests on Bikini Atoll in the Marshall Islands, including one of the largest nuclear explosions in history. The tests irradiated the atoll, forcing the Bikinians to leave their homeland, and they continue to live in exile today. Islanders on several nearby atolls were not removed from their islands until after the tests, and they and their descendants suffer the negative health effects even today.
(I’ve been researching this recently for my professor)
Posted on April 14, 2010 via hello,
Source: carolineyi
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Winter term in the Marshall Islands, by the numbers
- Over 100 dollars spent on taxi rides (each of which cost 50 cents or $1)
- 86 degree high temperature nearly every day
- 74 days
- Many, many gifts of handicrafts
- Too much chicken and rice
- 36 students taught
- 34.5 students successfully taught to factor
- 20 dancers managed
- 17 movies watched
- 8 and several 1/2s books read
- 6 visits to the beach
- 5 performances of a bilingual production of Hamlet
- 4 1/2 showings of The Lion King
- 3 television events missed (Super Bowl, Olympics, Oscars)
- 2 math classes
- 2 dances taught
- 2 days spent swimming and barbecuing on islands
- 2 digital appliances broken (computer and camera)
- 1 Youth Nitijela (mock senate)
- 1 Marshallese senator befriended
- 1 visit to The Pub (A Nite Club Like No Other)
- 1 new mind-altering beverage discovered (kava, a mild narcotic)
- 0 temperatures below 70
Plus:
- 5 days in Hawaii
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My Marshallese students
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More amusing conversations with Marshallese students
Me:Heron! Stop that! Do I need to give you a lecture?Heron:What's a lecture? -
Teaching in my (very sexy) mumu
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An eel-killing adventure.
Our resident animal lover was horrified.
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The Marshall Islands flag is one of my favorites. The blue represents the ocean surrounding the country.
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E-mails from my Marshallese students (I miss them so much!)
From: Salani
Suject Line: hello
Message:
how’s life over there???
I miss you so much…
are you going to visit us again???
From: Marlynn
Subject Line: WATSUP ASYMPTOTE :)
Message:
YOKWE=]* HEii ROBZii HOW ARE U? HOW WAS UR TRIP? SORRY I DIDN’T COME TO THE AIRPORT….IT’S JUST DAT I HAVE UB (UPWARD BOUND) EVERYDAY AFTER SCHOOL!! SO YEA….GET THIS….SO ANYWAYS HOPE U’LL NEVER FORGET US AS WE’LL DO THE SAME WE LEARNED ALOT FROM U !! THANK Q N HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON :] LOBLOB FROM 12G
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I’m back in the United States!
My first 2 days or so in Hawaii, I was quite surprised to feel intense culture shock. After the modest clothing required in the Marshall Islands, going to the beach in Hawaii was rather overwhelming. So many white people! Wearing so few clothes! It seemed almost indecent. And I’ve been surprised to find that I find Hawaii cold. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I get back to New Hampshire. I miss my students and I miss the Marshallese language and I miss the feel of the islands more than I expected to.
There are some definite advantages to being back, though. The best parts about being back in the States:
- hot showers
- fresh fruit
- television
- fast internet
- youtube and hulu
- being able to call people on my cellphone
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A mildly inappropriate conversation with 2 of my male Marshallese students
Student:What do you wear when you go to the beach?Me:A bathing suit.*shocked (and intrigued) stares*Me:(mentally: *oops*) In the States, people don't usually swim in a t-shirt and shorts.Student:When I go to America, the first place I'm going is the beach. -
Taxis (in Majuro) were a snap - stand on the appropriate side of the street, flag down one of the six cabs that arrived every minute, and then sit in the cool dryness of the air-conditioning and enjoy the ride. No need to tell the driver your destination: since there was only one road to speak of, you could simply tell him where to stop. With you in the cab were other people heading the same way; the vehicle was halfway between public and private transit. Craving a cold one for the road? Just let the driver know, and he and all of his passengers will wait, without a hint of irritation or impatience, for howeverlong it takes you to patronize a roadside kiosk… . When you get out, pay the man fifty cents, no matter how far you have traveled within the city center, and receive a cheerful kommool (thank you) in response.
Surviving Paradise, by Peter Rudiak-Gould
Taxis are my primary form of transportation.



