The head monk has promised to help his friend in the next village. The village across the lake from the next one if we are being pedantic. It is where we went to see the monk ceremony a few weeks back. In fact, it was probably only two weeks ago but time here is so dazed and distant. It feels as though I have never been elsewhere and yet each day looms on from early dawn to the carpet of Apollo being drawn across the night sky.
The teacher who was instructed to get my advice on lesson planned is pouty to say the least. She squeaked in high tones something about the Sayadaw followed by a reproachful look at our trainee who replied in kind with a distasteful tone of his own and a few warnings shots that could wither the most healthy of trees.
It is frustrating because we all have the same end goal; better instruction for the students. We just don’t seem to agree on how to reach that end goal. Each party feels that their method is superior to the other players at the table.
NEH Coordinator and Teacher Trainer