On Monday 5th March I had the following
conversation in the booking office of Weesam Ferries:
Matthew: Can I
buy an advanced ferry ticket for 8th April
Ticket Salesman: Yes,
what date?
Matthew: 8th
April
Ticket Salesman: Ok
sir, 8th March
Matthew: no, 8th
April.
Ticket Salesman: Yes
sir, 8th March
Matthew: No, 8th
April.
Ticket Salesman: 8th
April?
Matthew: Yes.
Ticket Salesman: you
can’t buy tickets that far in advance
Matthew: But
it is only a month ahead
Ticket Salesman: Yes,
but it isn’t possible
Without doubt the aspect of life
here which I have found most difficult to cope with has been the lack of
organisation and planning ahead. The total lack of forward planning here is
truly phenomenal.
When we arrived at DBTC in
October we were asked us to teach English and Maths and to put together a
curriculum for these subjects. Naturally we asked for more details. How many
weeks is the course? We don’t know.
When are the school holidays? We haven’t
decided yet. Can we see a list of the public holidays when the students
won’t be in? There isn’t any list.
When will the Semester end? We don’t know
yet. Can we see their exam papers from last semester? No, we haven’t got them anymore.
As I write we are unsure as to
whether or not the students will be having a week’s holiday or not starting
less than a week from now.
At the beginning of April we were
eventually given a date by which all the different courses must be finished,
the final deadline for everything to be finished and completed was Friday 11th
May. So very diligently Steph and I planned our lessons and exams, leaving
enough time to fit in any re-sits, to be completely wrapped up by this date.
Not so anybody else! To speak of a deadline in May at the beginning of April is
just too far ahead. Some teachers immediately reacted and gave their students
an immediate final exam finishing their courses prematurely; others seem likely
to carry on way beyond this already passed final deadline.
Another example of this extreme
lack of looking ahead can be seen in their attitude to maintenance. The
building we live in suffers from an infestation of termites. Little piles of
wood dust periodically appear in little piles fallen from the ceiling, this
dust is the result of termites eating into the wooden ceilings. When we first
arrived we took to reporting these piles to the Salesian in charge of
maintenance assuming that, if the ceilings of the first floor in a two-story
building were being eaten, then it was quite serious, he seemed uninterested. Maintenance
work tends to be left until there is a crisis rather than problems solved
earlier.
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