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Good morning, good afternoon and good evening whenever or wherever you're listening to us, and welcome to SWANG with an international pedestrian podcast, I'm your host, soon to be your favorite Ukrainian Urana. And today we will be reaching through topic of ask a question or why you wouldn't usually see an international student bringing up their hand to ask a question.
Before we begin, I will remind you again that although my experiences and my journey may differ from other international students in this podcast, I'm setting a general ground for a conversation. And if you feel strongly about a particular topic or just want to say hi to me, follow Suape on Facebook. And because some people called Facebook outdated, what there is a thought of creating an Instagram page. I know. I know. Everyone is super excited. OK, enough of being spicy.
And let's go onto the track.
Also, are you a runner or are you Jäger to be in today? We will be covering this segment of storytelling where I introduced the question in the form of a story and then tell it or something like that. However, there is fantastic news coming to your ears as there is an incredible update coming our way. And that being a friend of mine who will be representing an American host, he is a charming person who loves a good laugh and delicious cup of tea and is very passionate about being a host.
I know you're dreading to get to know him, so stay tuned for the segment called Tea Talk. We will be tackling some interesting, funny and serious themes, just like a dangerous cup of tea would. OK, we can actually tea in. When I came to the U.S., one of our dorm parents had a program that was made to help international students to adapt and not feel totally lost in the world of American foreign culture.
No wonder says it's not like you're from another country or anything. OK, OK, OK, keep your spiciness to yourself. We get it either way, as I was saying, we would have to attend these meetings where we would learn a bit of foreign culture here and there, meet some American students, because let me tell you that American high schoolers are very different story compared to the university fellows. And I couldn't stress it more, but that is another story.
I think they might have been the second thing we were told, which was that it is OK to ask a question.
Frankly, you should be asking questions and it is definitely OK if you don't understand things from the first try.
Actually, if you are failing, it means you are learning or that you have an opportunity to get better at something, huh?
Let me tell you that that was never and probably will never be an option for an international student.
We probably have the most bizarre look on our faces because it was way beyond our understanding if you wanted to hear an episode on this topic as well.
Let me know and I will cover why we're competitive, very studious and super duper full of surprises.
Good ones, obviously. Anyway, as I was saying, it was repeated to us that asking questions is good and that it is the part of the learning process.
I was surprised the people working in the program actually caught it because it is usual business for most of the international students not to argue with professors and simply study of the written material from the board or the lecturers of a professor F.. Why things actually changed 180 at uni, so be ready.
But in high school we were taught that teachers know it all and you should be following their lead. As you might have guessed, it took me a while to get used to the idea, since back at home, bringing your hand up meant two things bathroom breaks, which were not always allowed.
It depended on teachers decision, or if you decided to be a volunteer tribute where everyone looks at you with their respect worth of 100 life points.
Nevertheless, back home, there were not many incidents of seeing people being proactive with having their hand up, since teachers would not neglect anyone.
And I don't know how many prayers were made to not be the chosen one.
I am telling you what would become the smallest creatures or masters of being invisible, which obviously wouldn't work as our Ukrainian teachers would look at the class journal where everyone's grades were placed across our names.
Oh, yes, in Ukraine.
And I would say Eastern Europe in general, we would be stuck with our classmates for all of our high school careers by saying we were stuck.
I don't mean in the bad way. Of course, there were some of the people you wouldn't buy with.
But I mostly remember good times and crazy stories like one of my Ukrainian classmates breaking the door because someone was holding it from the inside and he couldn't get in.
So he simply Jason Bourne did with his shoulder.
Huh. Let me know if you want to hear the whole story later. Wow.
Don't you love all these upcoming teasers? When I was attending Ukrainian public school, one of the hardest classes I had was chemistry. And no, it wasn't my least favorite because I wasn't good at it, but because my teacher was a pretty strict woman who knew her chemicals and formulas. So here's the teacher.
Yes. Finally break the story.
It was some time ago, but I still remember it so vividly because the fear and the adrenaline of being in the chemistry class still brings the memories of confusion and trouble, of not getting poisoned or hopes of not being sent to the director or your principal for blowing up the class by mixing Mentos with something stronger than H2O.
My younger self was sitting on the floor and studying my senses off because every class there was a quiz for chemistry while kids were running around and then yelled at and stopped by students on duty.
Yeah, talk about political regimes who we were in one.
As the bell rang, I looked at my friend and we both side because another class was about to begin. Plus we had the useless quiz.
We came in place our backpacks, books, and took our hopeless futures because apparently we were not romantic, hopeless, but just hopeless, as our teachers would say it almost in a mantra every day. Nonetheless, we took our seats and then our Occam teacher came, of course, is a part of our order.
We had to stand up as a way of greeting or welcoming the teacher as she looked at us and said, you may sit. Now that I think about it, I wonder why didn't we salute as well? I mean, if you keep bits of communist ways, why not elevated with some B contessa's?
We proceed to sit down and Arcam teachers started to look through us who was present and who was absent, she was in an OK mood, so she called on us where those who were present would say here and those who were absent, well, they didn't say anything.
I was the last one on the list. But if you thought that it saved me from answering questions, you would be so far off. Take everything from your tables.
I hated this phrase so much that I was almost willing to be like some of the guys in my class who took things literally and just would press their arms together and shove their books off the table to the floor.
You're probably wondering if they were punished. Oh, yeah.
So this wouldn't usually happen in reality, but I bet every one of us found the phrase take everything from you tables to comedic.
The students on duty would have to pass the quizzes and hear the adrenaline rush would start, don't have money for the roller coaster to get the feeling, no problem, just take a cab.
Cumquats when one slip cost a couple of points.
And for those in the back who is yelling, that isn't the end of the world, because the privilege of boosting your grade through an extra credit or getting a free tutor is not available. Not now. Not next week. So it's do or fail. Maybe.
Five minutes have passed and a quick quiz was done and of course, as a reward, we would go over the answers and half of us starts to zone out because we understand that some of the questions were in the cosmic zone because they were so far from the wanted answer.
However, a public rollercoaster of education was not Daunia with you, even if you wanted to be done with it. The lecture begins and we are entering a field of surprises because if you don't get it right now, you will have a hard time later.
But fella, relax, you will have to do more research either way.
Maybe that's why they called us hopeless. We were stuck in this circle of studying on our own because there was a programme for the day and the teacher would have to go through it.
And if half of the class does not get it to Shakirullah is not my problem.
Next chapter, the lecture was done.
Fingers were in ink and stage three was close.
It is time for some exercise questions from before and to the board is coming and here pray ya'll pray to the powers to not be the chosen one and then probably humiliated.
Let me tell you a secret, though.
If you had Salmiya brains, you could pass by. But there was twenty five percent chance of getting yelled at either way. But if you were totally wrong, the camp professor would bring her volume up.
And then we also proposed that her student did not know how to solve the equation. I really don't understand it too, because everyone is already born with a Ph.D. in every topic, right, Sicilia's?
So after getting through the period of being bullied, side note, of course, our teachers weren't savages and they would only let us know how hopeless we were and stupid we were like once per two days. So not so bad.
Also, some of us would have to stay after the class during our break if we were students on duty, for example, we had to clean the board from the chalk powder and then someone else would sweep the floor or even mop the floor during our five to 10 minute break and only then move on to the other class to repeat the cycle.
If you are curious. One My young self had up to seven classes each for 45 minutes.
So do the math and let me know in the comments of the number of circles adds up to the number of Dantes in his work.
Overall, the experience with different depending on the teacher and the class, but we were sometimes kids, so my class was notorious for getting into trouble. And as a president for a couple of years, I would have to go through meetings and try to show that we know what we are doing. But I'm not sure anyone was overly interested in being perfect.
Also, my other mission was to carry our class journal from one class to another, which was full of personal information and grades. Were we supposed to open or look through it? No.
But did everyone want to know what they had for grades?
Even hopeless students did. Of course, during my three years of being a president of my class, I tried not to slack and so I followed the rules. Now that I think about it, we would also see what other people got in our class.
So the American education probably made a good decision to share grades electronically with privacy. No pressure. Yeah.
However, for us, it didn't even matter if you would open the class journal or not, because our test grades were announced out loud as our teacher would then write them down into the class journal. Long story short, we weren't wearing each other's underwear, but we were so close that we knew who was a good student and who was a not passing this time fella.
So there you go. One of the reasons why international kids don't put their hand up is because it was never an option in their educational system, at least not in the way of posing a question where you technically could study your teacher, which was never a good idea to all teachers who know how to take a question respect and to all internationals who managed to start bringing their hand up and asking for clarification or even going as far as having an open intellectual discussion with the teacher or professor, or, of course, only if it was reasonable.
You are on the right track.
Cherish your extra credit and professors who don't make you stand up or tell you that you are a hopeless idiot with no future in.
My early education was tough, but even with that, I found a way to learn some lessons and develop a discipline on my own. My Ukrainian teachers taught me a thing or two I still use, and one of them was meant to be my go to tool, which happened to be extremely helpful while studying abroad. That meant being a Ukrainian student, extremely studious and stubborn, proving everyone wrong, and showing that your roots are worth more than just something away.
Or did my parents teach me that? And then I developed my own ways of studying. Uh, who cares?
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I'm your host soon to be a favorite Ukrainian, Yelena, till next time. And if any of my Ukrainian teachers are listening to this, you know that if you taught me well, you taught me well, though a huge shout out goes to those who taught me more than things on the program plan special. Thank you to you, my American and international teachers, professors. You were a blast to be around and to learn from and is always yours.
Don't forget to breathe tea out.