If you were wondering about the weather in Skyberia...

This is it:



These are the cars parks right in front of my building. Yes, that is snow.

Yes, I knew that I was signing up for cold and snow when I decided to move to Siberia. But it's one thing to imagine a guaranteed white Christmas. It is a wholly different and not so pleasant thing to be walking home in flurries in your fall jacket and slipping on puddles that froze over while you were at work. If you're annoyed by my whining, don't worry cause it won't last too long; by Halloween I'll be bragging to you all that I can celebrate with both pumpkins and snowball fights.

Finally Teaching

Sorry everyone for the inactivity for a few weeks. I've had this post half written and didn't get around to finishing it till now. But here it is! And I promise that I'll be better in the future.

So anyway, a few weeks ago I finally started teaching. I was a bit terrified, but thankfully I was scheduled to shadow a few other classes first before I had to go into my own. Shadowing was extremely helpful and when I planned my first lesson, I made it very similar to lesson I shadowed. It took some tweaking and I think that now I'm starting to figure out my own teaching style.

The school itself is a private English school, so most of our classes are early mornings or in the evenings before or after the kids go to school. That means I have most of the day to relax and plan lessons, which makes things a little less stressful. That gets balanced out though since the school was just renovated and there's a lot of things wrong around the building still. For the first two weeks, none of the smartboards worked. That wouldn't normally be an issue, but we don't have normal boards either so that meant no board. Most of the classrooms are working now, but when we moved to assigned classrooms, guess who got the one that doesn't work. Not only does my classroom not have a board or any of the audio or visual equipment I'm supposed to have, but its also missing the most basic thing that makes it a room: walls.

Not having walls is especially a problem because all of my students are 7-9 years old. That's not an age group very well known for their superior concentration skills. So with other kids and parents and teachers all wandering around the other half of the shared space (Damn open floor plans.), I spend a decent amount of time every class trying to get my students to stay focused.

At first, I was also a little self conscious about people being able to watch me teach, but I got over that pretty quickly. Especially when one of my coworkers said she can hear me when I'm teaching from almost everywhere in the school anyway. I've noticed that even at their normal speaking volume, Russians talk very quietly. So much so that sometimes I can hardly hear somebody that I'm standing right next to. Since that obviously means that Russians must all have some sort of super hearing, I can only imagine how my extremely loud Americanness must grate on their ears.

Here's a photo of the school from the entrance so you can have a visual of this. My classroom is the back half of that room next to the boxes on the wall.

During my class, it's actually usually more crowded than this.

 

Sunday Adventure

The other day I went with one of my friends/coworkers, Masha, to go volunteer at a dog shelter by her house. I managed to adventure all the way to the other side of the city and was extremely proud of myself. I had to take the metro and a marshrutka, which is like a communal taxi. Marshrutkas are a little more complicated than taking the bus cause you actually have to tell the driver to stop at the next stop, so you have to know where you're getting off, which I only vaguely knew. Masha told me to go to the hospital, and luckily the woman sitting next to me was going there too. So I made it to the right place without getting lost once!

This is a marshrutka. They're basically terrifying minibuses.

Masha gave me the grand tour of her apartment and I met her brother and then we headed to the shelter. There was a fire recently, so the shelter is actually mostly gates and collections of handmade dog houses and it's kinda sad looking. But there were a bunch of people there taking care of the dogs, building back the shelter, donating food. It was a cool little community place. All we had to do was show up and say we wanted to walk some dogs and they brought us in and sent two dogs out. No system or anything, just, "Here you go, bye."
We walked through the woods, which was basically just made up of birch trees and was really pretty. From there, we walked along a stream next to a whole bunch of dachas (country/vacation houses). I got a few pictures that weren't great, so I'll have to go back and get a whole bunch of all the different dachas. But we walked all through the little dacha village until we got to the river. The river here is called the Ob and it runs down the center of the city. The dogs were thrilled to get some splashing in, so we hung out there for a little while before we turned around and went back.

Here's me and Doc the dog in front of the river
 

On our way back, we walked past an abandoned lot next to some apartment buildings and we found this guy:

Me with the random horse hanging out in the abandoned lot

I guess Russia hadn't been weird enough for me that day. Just when I think these seem pretty normal around here, something always shows up.

 

 

In Skyberia

So I am finally moved into my apartment and starting to settle in. I was a bit nervous when we were going to see my apartment and sign the lease, because I had no idea what the apartment was going to be like. Russian apartment buildings tend to look pretty crappy on the outside, so it's impossible to know what the apartment will be like just from looking at the building.

My building is a bit rundown looking on the outside, but not actually that bad. The front door is on a courtyard with a playground, so it's pretty quiet and has lots of trees. My apartment is a corner apartment on the third floor. It's got big windows and it's just above tree level so there's a lot of light.

When I first got up to my apartment, my landlady and her husband were here, so I got to meet them right off the bat. They gave me a tour and showed me everything I needed to know about the place. They were so insanely nice. My landlady even invited me to visit them at their dacha once I was more settled in.

I totally lucked out with my apartment. It's newly renovated and really nice. I've got a great landlady. AND I'm only a five minute walk to work and the metro. Pretty good for my first solo apartment! But I'll stop rambling now and get to the photos. I've only got the inside for now, but stay turned for more about my neighborhood!

 




My "living room." It's kinda a blurry picture, but you get the idea. 




My "bedroom"  

In case you're wondering why I put quotation marks in the captions of the two photos above, it's because they are actually photos of two different sides of the same room. In Russia, for the most part, a one bedroom apartment has only one main room that serves as both the living room and the bedroom. My bed is actually a futon so that the room transforms into only a living room if I wanna have people over.



My kitchen. The sink is in the left corner there...I cut it out
 because I'm not a very good photographer.

 

 

 

My bathroom. It's a bit cramped with the washing machine in there, but it's decent.




This is the view from my balcony into the courtyard. I feel so fancy having a balcony.



This is the view from sitting on my bed. It's wonderful. Except I'm a little nervous
 that a bird is going to fly in when I leave the window open..



An Intro to Siberia

Nobody believes you when you tell them you’re moving to Siberia. I guess most people don’t think of it as a real place. It’s more like today’s Timbuktu – it’s just famous for being really far away. But that fact, as well as it’s in Russia and it’s cold just about sum up what people usually know about Siberia.

If you’d like to know a little bit more, then you’ve come to the right place! I’ve put together a little question and answer using questions I’ve gotten over the past couple month:

“You’re going to the middle of nowhere?”
       Siberia is the general name of Russia to the east of the Ural Mountains. It really just refers to the part of Russia that is on the Asian continent, which is actually most of the country. So technically, I could be going to the middle of nowhere, but I’m not. I’ll actually be living in the third largest city in the country.

“Woah, you’re gonna be really cold!”
         I’m moving to the city of Novosibirsk, which is in the center of the country and all the way south. I’ll be around the same latitude line as Edmonton, Canada (I looked it up). Just like us, there are seasons over there. In fact, this week it’s warmer in Novosibirsk than in New York – it’s in the mid-80s! But it is further north, so it’ll still get pretty cold once winter sets in. Don’t worry though, I have a heavy coat and plenty of scarves!

“Isn’t that where they exile people?”
         Back in the Soviet Union, that’s exactly what happened. Political prisoners were often sent to Siberian work camps when the government wanted them gone. But that’s a thing of the past and I’ll be in a nice apartment in a nice city and I’ll have internet. That’s not even close to exile!

“You’ll have to get one of those sled dogs to get to work!”
         First off, if I was gonna commute to work by way of dog, I’d need at least a pair to pull the sled. Secondly, if anybody would like to buy me a dog, I wouldn’t necessarily complain about it. Although I’m sure my landlord wouldn’t be so happy.

“You’re moving to Siberia? You know that that’s not a thing that people actually do right?”
                Well it is now.