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Bob Reals - A report from Napal
Dear Precious Ones:
Mary Daley wanted me to report on my teaching of the nuns & monks @ the monastery. Here goes:
First of all, the monks & nuns live in concrete barracks. Their rooms are about 15' x 18', with a double window. In each room 3 - 5 or 6 monks live & sleep. Their beds are very simple. Some sleep on bunks. The mattresses are thin & rest on a board. My bed is the same, but a bit fancier. I have a headboard & side panels, with three drawers. There are fewer nuns, so it isn't so crowded.
A classroom consists of two bedrooms, with the wall between broken away. The monks sit on mats or large cushions. I sometimes sit on the floor too, but they have purchased me a plastic chair, which is like those cheap ones we have on our deck, only cheaper, easily broken. There is a blackboard with chalk, which sits on a couple metal lockers, just like the ones each monk & nun has in their room, for their clothes & belongings, no closets. The nuns have benches & a large table. Their barrack is a little less rustic.
This morning I had a wonderful time teaching the older monks. They are ages 14 - 19. We read the story of the Trojan War. We had a great time. Before we began to read the Troy story, we reviewed a story about Galio (sp). So, when they arrived, I had the blackboard filled with words, which I thought we needed to review. Words like: discovery, demonstration, learned, etc., words which I wanted to check to see if everyone understood. They are very eager to learn. One of the monks, Sonan Tenzin Tashi, was born in Nepal & comes from a family which is more affluent.
He has also studied English on his own. He carries around an Oxford Dictionary. I use him to help explain the meaning of words in Tibetan, for those who have difficulty. The 19 yr old, has an especially difficult time. He is very serious. He has a notebook full of English words, which he copied from some place, yet he has no idea about what anyone of the words mean. He is very anxious & uptight about learning English. I talked with him after the class & tried to convince him to not be so worried, to relax. I'm not sure I got through to him. His name is Tenzin Choygal. He takes care of the temple.
I'll write more about him, another time.
The class seems to like me very much. As I said they are very eager to learn & hover around me. It's very nice to have this kind of students.
Back to the class: As homework, I asked them to write a synopsis of the Galio story. About half of them gave me their stories. I shall correct them over the next couple days. Those who didn't hand them in, probably didn't understand me, when I gave the assignment, one never knows. Although, sometimes I think I know, if they have a blank look on their face.
I was able to find a book with maps & images of world places, @ the Kopan Monastery, which was published in 1968. The World Trade Center didn't exist then. They're fascinated with the maps & the images. It has nice maps of the contents, so I was able to show them where Galio lived & where the Dutchman lived, who made a telescope, which inspired Galio to make his own. I think they got it. At least they know Italy looks like a boot.
Also, remember, the monks take off their sandals, which are cheap plastic jobbies, off, before they enter the classroom. Just imagine, walking barefoot on cold concrete. You can see your breath in the morning. The classrooms & bedrooms hardly ever get any sunlight, therefore, they are always cold. I ware a heavy lined jacket, long Johns, long sleeved shirt & a cap & I'm still not what you'd call warm. I bought an electric heater for my room, which, after an hour, takes much of the chill out of the air.
My next class is with monks ages 10 - 14 or 15. We've been working on a story about Gulliver & the Little People. I have also given them a drawing lesson. Sometimes we do simple math, also. They too are eager, but they range in know how, from Sonan's brother Nangal Tenzin to Tenzin Choygal, but I seemed to be able to get to them better. Perhaps that is because I have been teaching them since I arrived, whereas, the older monks were the property of Anna, Rinpoche's Student from Germany. She often had excuses not to teach, so often they were on their own. She returned to Germany, last Saturday. Now, I'm happy to be teaching the older monks too. My friend Tenzin Dhondup teaches the younger monks English & Tibetan. His pronunciations aren't very American or English, they have a heavy Tibetan accent, but, I can't do it all & he was working with the younger monks, when I arrived, so he will continue with them.
After lunch, I work with the monk-in-charge, Jigmi. I call him Jimmy. He is 38 years old. He's like the "Big Daddy." He has been a monk for many years & I assume he has taken the vows of chasity & poverity. He's very anxious to learn English, but is very reasonable about it. We sit on the roof of the monk's barracks, in the brilliant sunshine, for an hour, each day. Yesterday, we worked on "ing" words. I also brought him a simple test, which was composed of simple sentences, which he had to correct, if they were incorrect. I included things such as: sentences with a ? mark, where a period was appropriate; sentences where I used which when I described a person or who when I was describing a thing. He did okay, but didn't find all the errors. He seems to greatly appreciate me working with him. Some of the monks hover around, but I shoo them away. I say, "This is his work, not yours." They sometimes answer the questions for him, which isn't helpful.
Later in the afternoon, @ 4:30 P.M., Tenzin & I go to the nuns to teach until 5:45. There are seven new nuns, who arrived only two weeks ago. They range in age, 8 - 11. They only speak the language of their village, which no one on board speaks or understands. I have been teaching them the English alphabet. The two ten year olds seem to be catching on quite well. I make cards, with letters & images. They can read & spell words like: apple, cat, banana, dog, car, etc. We are up to the letter "G." There is one little girl, who cannot even copy but a few of the words, in her "Copy Book." She's very shy. It's hard to know if she's retarded, or not. My impression is that she may be homesick. Just imagine, being taken from your home to a place, where you don't understand a word, nor is there anyone who understands you & you're only eight years old? Also, now, they have completely shaved all your hair, taken your grubby clothes & given you a new garment, which is unfamiliar. The dress consists of a wrap around, maroon floor length skirt, held in place with a cord; a yellow blouse; a maroon lined jacket; & yardage of maroon cloth to toss around your shoulders. I think I'd be kind of bewildered too, don't you? Anyway, I'm thinking, that in a couple weeks, we may move the two bright ten year olds, up with the other nuns, because they are somewhat disruptive. We'll see.
So that's the formal part of my teaching, however, there is also a lot of time for informal teaching, like when I sit in the gazebo, during break time, some monks will come around & we'll strike up a conversation. They ask me questions. I ask them questions too. Just think: I'm sitting in a gorgeous garden, with every kind of imaginable flowerer, plants & trees, some in full bloom. The sky is cloudless & the sun shines brightly. It's blissful! I feel so blessed. Those apricot roses are so beautiful.
This morning I walked down the mountain, which is like coming down the hill from the Heldebergs or Jones Mountain. I tried to do a mediative pace, because when I've done this trek before, by the time I got to Boudha, I was very sweaty. Then, if I went to a computer cafe to email, I would become very chilly.
On the way down, I met a twelve year old girl, on her way to school. She spoke quite good English. He school is in the Boudha area of town. At first, she translated for me, so I could converse with an old man, who I greeted with "Namaste!" I wanted to know how old he was. She found out that he was 70. I, of course, let him know that I'm 77, through the girl. It was very pleasant, so we walked along together. I told her about my grandchildren who were eleven, the three boys & Christin Badylak-Reals, who is twelve. We came upon a taxi. The driver was fixing
the door, at the time. I requested that she find out if he would take us to Boudha & for how much. We both hopped in & drove off in the taxi. We dropped her off @ her school & he took me to the Stupa, what a ride, through tiny rocky streets. Sometimes, the driver had to back up to let another car pass or turn.
It's been a wonderful day. We'll go for a chicken curry dinner, before we return to the monastery, @ the Three Sisters Cafe.
That's it for today!
Love & Namaste, Bob
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