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Friday, Friday...

Today I am especially glad for the end of the week as it has felt like an especially a long one between the snow storm and school.  The tension in my school is palpable.  Next year the schools of Romania will undergo a massive change.  Ninth grade will move from its current place in high schools to general schools.  General schools will now house students grades in 0-9.  This means that my school will be shrinking.  

In the foreign language department, there will be one less English teaching position due to a ridiculously complicated situation.  First, I have to start at the beginning of the school year.  In Romania teachers are assigned to schools by an inspector at a county level based on the number of points they have. The points are allocated on credentials and certificates that the teachers have. Teachers with higher numbers of points can bump teachers with lower numbers of points from positions.  Teachers with higher points generally work in cities, while teachers who are starting their careers with lower numbers of points tend to end up in village school where conditions can be rough (for example, a village school I visited had no running water). At the start of this school there was a new English teacher assigned to my school, in the place of the teacher I shared a room with last year.  No one in the school knew who she was, but they knew that she had more points that the other teacher. However, as the school year started, she never showed up.  Apparently, she elected to take a year of unpaid leave instead of teaching.  At this point, it was too late to get the teacher from the previous year back so all the teachers had to divide the classes that were supposed to go to the new teacher.

Fast forward to now, as I said before, there will be one less position as we technically have four positions now, though there are three teachers doing the work. There are three English positions now (I am not including myself, as I don't factor into these discussion) and there will be three next year.  However, one position has to be held for the teacher who decided to be on leave this year.  Thus the three teachers who are teaching this year have to compete for only two positions. They were given the notice this week and then had to prepare their accreditation files. The board will then decide who has positions next year based on the number of points the teacher has.   From my understanding, there won't be interviews just evaluations of their files.  This week the teachers were rushing around like mad trying to get their files prepared, it seems they were just given a few days notice.  Everyone finally got their files prepared and now the waiting begins.

All is _____, All is White

In the past 24 hours we've been hit with an epic storm.  On the way back from school this afternoon I spotted some laundry that wasn't anywhere close to being dry.  As I write this, I believe we have about 6 inches and there is no sign of it letting up.  Unfortunately, there isn't such a concept as a snow day in Romania so I'll still be starting classes at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, but in my head I'll be imagining the snow day I would have been able to indulge in if I were home in Seattle.

Those of you watching Romania in the international news may have noticed that Romanians have recently joined the ranks of other nations currently in protest.  Today is the 14th day straight day of protests in Bucharest and other large cities.  Last week, the New York Times had an article about it.  I have seen a few signs around town and yesterday after school teachers in my school joined others at the town hall, but beyond that I haven't seen local signs of what is happening across the country.  Peace Corps volunteers are currently not allowed to go to Bucharest, but this doesn't have an impact on me as I have no immediate travel plans.  I'll be staying in my cocoon of white for the immediate future.

The Hostess with the Mostest, Not Quite

When I worked as a barista in college, one of my shift supervisors used to call me Marta Stewart because I had a little too much passion for plating pastries, stocking display shelves, and experimenting with drinks (mind you, this was way before Martha Stewart did jail time).  While I always publicly deflected these comments, I also secretly loved them.  While I had no desire to run a media empire, I did have a desire to spend my day practicing culinary and creative arts.  Today, I still aspire to the idea of being a domestic goddess and love it when care packages include issues of Martha Stewart Living, even if I can't find any of the ingredients to make recipes or do the craft projects.

This coming week I am preparing for the site visit of the Romania Peace Corps Country Director.  She visits the site of each volunteer once during their two year service.  The visit is informal and can be designed by the volunteer which is lovely, but it got me thinking about what I would actually like to be able to do as a hostess. This is dangerous territory for me because I love to entertain and stateside felt like I could hold my own.  In Romania, I feel woefully unequipped.

The first problem comes in my apartment.  No matter how much I scrub, I just can't get the floor clean.  I believe the flooring is still the communist issue linoleum product that is literally disintegrating, leaving it always vaguely sticky.  I have bleached, scrubbed and mopped but to no avail.  I just hate that it looks like I am living in filth.  There is also issue of the toilet.  I won't go into this too much, but each person who needs to use the bathroom in my apartment needs an orientation on how to actually get the toilet to flush.

In my book, part of being a good hostess involves baked goods, but as noted in my previous post, my American recipes don't like my Romanian ingredient substitutes and never quite turn out right.  However, on a brighter not I have been able to attain the goal of my previous post by sharing some somewhat imperfect goodies with another PCV, my landlords, and another English teacher.  Today, I tested an apple spice cake for the impending visit which was an utter failure and ended up bubbling out of the pan, leaving my poor oven a mess.  I still have a couple days until the visit and have one fall back recipe which may work if I can find the necessary ingredients.

I am guess the morale of this blog post is that even 21 months into my service I still feel like I am a beginner in some respects and haven't hit my stride in my Romanian life.  I have 6 months left and have come to the realization that I may never feel at home here.  I do know that I can survive here which is a great feeling, but I don't think Romania is a place where I can thrive and I am at peace with that.