Yeah, it's been a few days since I've posted.
I'm not sure why, but I needed to be silent for a bit.
I am having a rough time at the school.
I completely understand the lack of respect toward women in a developing country, but it doesn't make it any easier when the people who give me a hard time aren't even from the Dominican Republic.
You think the boys club in Canada is bad?
Yeah. No.
Like for instance, this one cretin bought all the teachers a coffee, except me.
Guess who's the only female music teacher?
After our performance for the teachers in the school, the mother of one of the girls I teach named and thanked every music teacher for all they do.
Except me.
Even though I am the one who teaches her daughter, being the only female at the school I am not worthy of acknowledgement.
I work hard for these kids and I don't ask for anything more than my happiness and some gasoline to get there, which the woman who runs the place STILL hasn't given me.
But she pays all the men.
Still, Papi and everyone else says, "Just leave the school."
But I can't leave these girls.
Oh, did I tell you? the only instrument they let the girls play is piano?
So, if I leave the school for this reason or that, guess who suffers?
Girls.
There is a school here that is solely for girls: Mariposa DR Foundation.
I'll write an email to ask if they have a program there for music.
One thing I am grateful for, however, is MusicMan.
He constantly and consistently thanks me for my work.
When the dude with a Jesus Fish tattooed on his arm bought everyone a coffee except me, MusicMan got a cup from the kitchen and shared his with me.
MusicMan is lovely.
It almost made me cry from the love.
He has no idea what he did for me that day.
Knowing that everyone was thanked for their teaching except me, at the end of the class he said, "Thank you for your work with the children."
When I texted him to tell him I needing a day away from the school to go back to the doctor in Santiago for my ankle this week, he chose the best day for me to be away, then again texted, "Thank you for your work with the children."
He is a special man.
He is not Dominican, he is from Peru.
Maybe they have more respect for women there?
Or maybe he's just one of those gems in this world that makes everything better and worth the pain.
That lovely example of Christianity, JesusFishMan, doesn't even make eye contact with me, and he's not from the DR either.
He's American.
He treats me like I'm some kind of abscess.
I've come the the conclusion that anyone who flaunts their JesusFish is an asshole.
I am not feeling the love.
We all know how much I need love.
I am however, sticking by these children who appreciate my leadership, and MusicMan, because I definitely feel the love from them.
They are the reason I stick around.
Their joy of getting through a song makes up for the misogyny.
I'm not sure why, but I needed to be silent for a bit.
I am having a rough time at the school.
I completely understand the lack of respect toward women in a developing country, but it doesn't make it any easier when the people who give me a hard time aren't even from the Dominican Republic.
You think the boys club in Canada is bad?
Yeah. No.
Like for instance, this one cretin bought all the teachers a coffee, except me.
Guess who's the only female music teacher?
After our performance for the teachers in the school, the mother of one of the girls I teach named and thanked every music teacher for all they do.
Except me.
Even though I am the one who teaches her daughter, being the only female at the school I am not worthy of acknowledgement.
I work hard for these kids and I don't ask for anything more than my happiness and some gasoline to get there, which the woman who runs the place STILL hasn't given me.
But she pays all the men.
Still, Papi and everyone else says, "Just leave the school."
But I can't leave these girls.
Oh, did I tell you? the only instrument they let the girls play is piano?
So, if I leave the school for this reason or that, guess who suffers?
Girls.
There is a school here that is solely for girls: Mariposa DR Foundation.
I'll write an email to ask if they have a program there for music.
One thing I am grateful for, however, is MusicMan.
He constantly and consistently thanks me for my work.
When the dude with a Jesus Fish tattooed on his arm bought everyone a coffee except me, MusicMan got a cup from the kitchen and shared his with me.
MusicMan is lovely.
It almost made me cry from the love.
He has no idea what he did for me that day.
Knowing that everyone was thanked for their teaching except me, at the end of the class he said, "Thank you for your work with the children."
When I texted him to tell him I needing a day away from the school to go back to the doctor in Santiago for my ankle this week, he chose the best day for me to be away, then again texted, "Thank you for your work with the children."
He is a special man.
He is not Dominican, he is from Peru.
Maybe they have more respect for women there?
Or maybe he's just one of those gems in this world that makes everything better and worth the pain.
That lovely example of Christianity, JesusFishMan, doesn't even make eye contact with me, and he's not from the DR either.
He's American.
He treats me like I'm some kind of abscess.
I've come the the conclusion that anyone who flaunts their JesusFish is an asshole.
I am not feeling the love.
We all know how much I need love.
I am however, sticking by these children who appreciate my leadership, and MusicMan, because I definitely feel the love from them.
They are the reason I stick around.
Their joy of getting through a song makes up for the misogyny.
i seek a new way of thinking about this situation
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