May132013

A Lithuanian Story – All the Way From Texas: The Best Made Plans

Growing Up Austin - A Lithuanian Story All the Way From Texas
(This post is part of a series, “A Lithuanian Story – All the Way From Texas”, about my trip to Lithuania this summer to teach storytelling. It’s an adventure for a Mom with small kids who usually has a day job, so I’ll share along the way, and share about my first trip in 1995 too. If you have just joined the series, here is a summary. I’ll return to posts about family experiences with hiking, live music and art in Austin, Texas, when I get back from the trip in July. Until then, information is always available at AustinKidsHike.com (hiking), AustinKidsDance.com (live music) and AustinKidsDraw.com (art).)

When I started this series, Babs asked this question, “What was Lithuania like the first time, in 1995?” I could answer this in a hundred different ways that won’t fit in a blog post, so I’ll pick one.

Some times even the best made plans don’t work out.

A few minutes into teaching my prepared lessons in the Computer Science strand, I had to ditch my lessons and make everything up.

The APPLE coordinator for this strand explained that the Lithuanian teachers wanted to know about computers, but most of them worked in schools that didn’t have computers and many of them hadn’t used a computer before.

I thought I came up with a creative solution. Computer Science theory uses symbol sets and rules of behavior that represent computer logic. The exercises can be done with pencil and paper. Computer Science theory doesn’t allow you to write a document or a program or do anything at all practical, but it allows a person to have a deeper understanding of what was going on inside the machine.

It felt like a good plan and it gave me confidence. My teaching experience was with adults in Junior College. Some of the students were eighteen-years-old, just out of High School and learning programming for the first time. But, others were older and more experienced. It could be that they had programmed for fifteen years, written patented, scientific algorithms and directed computer safety at the nuclear power plant, they were just taking my class to pick up a new programming language. It was a trick of confidence and grace, when teaching students with more experience than me.

Now, I felt confident. I had impressive and profound Computer Science theory lectures to present to students who could not be intimidating, because they were starting at the very beginning.

That is what I felt, anyway.

Until I started my first lesson.

I began with the initial explanation of what a symbol set is and an example of a rule. I paused every sentence or two for the interpreter to translate. I was looking around the room for clues that the students were engaged and interested.

Then, a woman raised her hand. She held up a 5 1/4 inch floppy disk. (Do you remember the kind that really were floppy?) She asked, through the interpreter, “How can I tell what is on this?”

The other students shook their heads up and down. They wanted to know too. They were not interested in Computer Science theory.

Computers may not be in their school now, but they were on the way, and they wanted to know what the computers could do and how they could get them to do it.

I set aside my lecture notes. I saw before me two weeks and twenty hours of class time that I was no longer prepared for. I drew the basic diagram on the board – CPU, RAM, inputs, outputs and storage. We would start at the beginning.

Stay tuned for the next post about why an American teacher, who was born in Lithuania, was the brave one.


May102013

It’s Like that Time When I Almost Killed My Grandma

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What happened to the bottom of the graphic? I don’t know. The show is at 8pm and costs $8.

What is storytelling really? I say I’m going to Lithuania to teach storytelling, but what is that? Reading story books to kids in the library? Telling a ghost story by the campfire? Confessing about that time you were so drunk and you woke up in your best friend’s brother’s bed?

It’s all that, but I tell true, personal stories without notes, Moth-like. It’s a mix between a speech, stand-up comedy, writing, improv and therapy (of an alternative nature). The stories are about what really happened to me. The performances by multiple storytellers are usually around a theme.

You can see it live and in person when I will tell a story titled, When I Almost Killed My Grandma, with The Story Department on Tuesday night. The theme is Mommy Dearest and my story takes place in Portugal, when my Grandma served as my temporary Mom, even though I was almost 30 years old. Catherine Berry, winner of Best of the Fest at Frontera Fest this year, will also be telling a story. It’s just $8, to raise money for a non-profit that teaches writing to kids. Come if you can, because you are going to want to know more about my super young Portuguese boyfriend.


May072013

It is Not Possible To Get More Lost, Part 2

Growing Up Austin - A Lithuanian Story, All the Way from Texas

(This post is part of a series, “A Lithuanian Story – All the Way From Texas”, about my trip to Lithuania this summer to teach storytelling. It’s an adventure for a Mom with small kids who usually has a day job, so I’ll share along the way. If you have just joined the series, here is a summary. I’ll return to posts about family experiences with hiking, live music and art in Austin, Texas, when I get back from the trip in July. Until then, information is always available at AustinKidsHike.com (hiking), AustinKidsDance.com (live music) and AustinKidsDraw.com (art).)

I wrote recently about getting lost in Lithuania as soon as I arrived. Here is what happened next.

In one last ditch, completely crazy attempt to not sleep on the airport bench that night, I walked up to the information desk and asked a young lady with a friendly face and askede, “Do you speak English?”

“Yes,” she said.

Then I asked a far more difficult question, “I’m with APPLE and I can’t find my ride. Can you help me?”

“Yes, I can help you,” she said. “Your ride will be here at 2:00.”

This was feeling more like Harry Potter’s spells and magic all the time.

My ride did arrive at 2:00.

Drivers with APPLE had been coming to the airport a few times a day for a few days in a row and the lady at the information desk had been helping the drivers connect with passengers. Her seemingly magical knowledge was also a result of being in a much smaller country with one International airport that had one gate and one baggage claim that didn’t even need numbers. It made it easier to find what you were looking for, some of the time anyway.

My driver was picking up someone else at 2:00, but he was glad to see me. APPLE had incorrect flight information for me, so they had tried to pick my up the day before.  And, yes, he knew where the bank was where I could get money, several people in the group would be going later in the day. And after the bank, I would have a hot dinner  and a comfortable bed at night. The next day, I would have a ride to the city where I would be teaching, which I learned was Kedainiai.

I made a promise to myself to always have an address with me when I traveled. I was sure it would be a very, very, very long time before I made the same mistake again and got so lost that I didn’t know where I would sleep. It would most certainly happen again in Lithuania, for heaven’s sake… right?