After lunch, we joined a caravan of cars travelling off-road to a brand new school in an unincorporated area. Remember, those areas have little infrastructure....so, no roads, no power, problematic water distribution, etc. Suddenly, we drove around a dune and were face to face with a lovely two story pastel colored school. The first thing I noticed was a loud hum. The entire school is powered by a generator the size of a small recreational vehicle. Once inside, I thought I was back in Oregon. Bright pictures on the walls, no hum (thick walls!), lots of color, the whole place looked just like an American school. We met with school staff to discuss an ongoing project involving teaching Bedouin parents how to use computers. Hurdles to overcome in this program include separating moms and dads (they didn't even want to join together to celebrate their completion of the course!), stopping in the middle of the meeting to pray, and, most importantly, the fact that many more families want to be included than the school has either teachers or space for. I asked if families were tracked after the course to see how they put the computer knowledge to use, but, I'm not sure I understood the answer. It was a tiring, long day, and as I was returning to Jerusalem (on an Egged bus that was overheating), the bus driver switched from talk radio to oldies music. I smiled and sat back to Aretha Franklin's RESPECT. That is what the Bedouins really want. Many serve in the military. They just want cultural respect from their country....Israel.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Exploring alternatives
After lunch, we joined a caravan of cars travelling off-road to a brand new school in an unincorporated area. Remember, those areas have little infrastructure....so, no roads, no power, problematic water distribution, etc. Suddenly, we drove around a dune and were face to face with a lovely two story pastel colored school. The first thing I noticed was a loud hum. The entire school is powered by a generator the size of a small recreational vehicle. Once inside, I thought I was back in Oregon. Bright pictures on the walls, no hum (thick walls!), lots of color, the whole place looked just like an American school. We met with school staff to discuss an ongoing project involving teaching Bedouin parents how to use computers. Hurdles to overcome in this program include separating moms and dads (they didn't even want to join together to celebrate their completion of the course!), stopping in the middle of the meeting to pray, and, most importantly, the fact that many more families want to be included than the school has either teachers or space for. I asked if families were tracked after the course to see how they put the computer knowledge to use, but, I'm not sure I understood the answer. It was a tiring, long day, and as I was returning to Jerusalem (on an Egged bus that was overheating), the bus driver switched from talk radio to oldies music. I smiled and sat back to Aretha Franklin's RESPECT. That is what the Bedouins really want. Many serve in the military. They just want cultural respect from their country....Israel.
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B - this sounds like a couple of days that will be incredibly useful in your Fulbright research. Oh yeah, THAT'S why you went to Israel!! :) They're lucky you're....you. Love, s
ReplyDeletethis was the most interesting blog to me so far. a bedouin school. how do you get to these places? i love the big about coming around the bend (i mean a dune) and there's this school. also lots to think about .. a nomadic culture in 21st century isreal.
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