Mud, Batik, and 10 hours on a bus

We move on to the 5th day of the conference. The days are a blend of study visits, lectures and cultural activities and in-between them, the all-more engaging coffee breaks where the discussions as well as the different snacks
get more and more interesting (to be honest, half the time I have no idea what I’m eating)
Yesterday was spent on an excursion where we visited to local city dumpster (my sneakers R.I.P), a water reservoir (much to the entertainment to the local fisherman living on small huts floating in it) and a new building project of avself sustained community with environmental ambitions. This delegation all agreed on that the latter felt a lot like a frightening dystopia of gated communities not too far away from last year’s sci-fi flick Elysium but at the same time that it becomes a complex question seen to how the environmental work (or lack thereof) is done on a grander level.
In the evening we got to try the local craft of batik as wells as playing Beatles on the Anklung and ended up dancing in the rain as the orchestra rocked out on their own.
Today we’re preparing ourselves for a loooooooong busride to Yogyakarta, beginning in a few hours. Wish us luck; the traffic jams here would make a reading of the national phone book seems like a joy.

/ Jon

Supermarket of disaster

The title of this post is a quote from an executive of Indonesias disaster management agency who gave us today a really interestinglecturer on the many ways Indonesian nature tries to kill people here and more inspiringly how they are working to present it.

The mornings lectures were followed with an intensive Olympics of Indonesian games. The most challenging of which seemed to be a pimped up version of tag!

Our evening was spent with our grouand of international and local studenand where we got to experience real Bandung traffic!

Assessments- same, same but different.

99Back at MAH (Malmö University), my assessments in two years of university have been divided in essays, sit-in exams, and presentations. Sometimes a portfolio makes an appearance but this has been pretty much it. I’m sure this can be very different depending what people are studying, but I will try and only talk about my experience. At Newcastle, things revolve around the same things: a presentation here, an essay there. However, there are certain differences in how this is executed.
You know…same, but different.

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Armstrong building, where I have some of my courses. Yes, I know-amazing!

Yesterday I did my first (and last) presentation at my adoptive university. It was the first time I felt extremely confident about presenting. I’m not the type of person who takes assessments lightly. I don’t have the que sera, sera attitude. As a matter of fact, I get really nervous days before, thinking of all the worst case scenarios that could happen. This paranoia, although annoying to the people around me, helps me in a way. Having all this extremely bad scenarios in my mind, reality never proves to be as bad as I paint it in mind. I always do extensive research, much more than I would need to serve the purpose of a ten minutes PowerPoint presentation, so no question can ever take me by surprise. And they never really do. I’m always super early at school just in case the planets align that day and clog the traffic. And I’m never late. Things like that. But for this presentation I was there only ten minutes early, had a nice chat with the teacher before, started my slides, went through them very naturally, even affording myself the luxury to crack a joke or two on the subject of my presentation. And it went well. So how come? Why did I feel so confident about it? I think it has to do with what happened a day before. The teacher encourages us to come see him in his office and go through our presentation, tell him what we want to do, ask for advice, etc. I did that and I felt extremely confident knowing that I’m not blindly jumping in something like a twenty minutes presentation without knowing if I’m really on the right track. Of course after doing so many presentations back home I knew I was on the right track, but reassurance works wonders. Also, something interesting about the whole thing was the fact that it was an individual presentation (YES!) and not mandatory. Now, this is the different part. In this course, we could do a twenty minutes presentation only if we wanted. If we did it, it would count as 30% of the grade and we would have to write a 3000 words essay as part of the last 70% (due late January). If we decided we don’t want to do the presentation, we would have to write a 4000 words essay that would count as 100% of the grade. It’s debatable which would be the “best deal” but I can tell you that an hour seminar is much livelier with a presentation.

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Original KCACO poster at Barter Books Bookshop. Yes, I was there. Yes, I find it fitting to this post.

Another interesting type of assessment that I will go through in December is a so-called individual presentation that is really nothing like it sounds. It is in fact a debate, done within a pre-established group, but graded individually. The teacher gives us three topics. We choose one and end up in a group with the other people in our seminar who also chose that topic. So we have the group. That group can meet as many times as it wants, or be spontaneous (and insane) and just go to the debate the day of the assessment. There, we have twenty minutes to talk about the subject. This can be as staged as we want it to be. We can have meetings before and script it, knowing who speaks when and what, so we don’t create chaos and talk over each other. If we want to talk more than twenty minutes we can have friends in the audience asking the questions we couldn’t fit in our time. Even though this is a group debate, it is graded individually. Even if you don’t say a thing at the debate, the teacher assigns 3 minutes for every students to say his/her own conclusions on the matter at the end so everyone gets to talk. The grade is all about the quality of what you say rather than the quantity. To me it sounds a bit chaotic at the moment, but I’m sure things will clearer with time. Next seminar we will do a mock debate and see how things will go.

The essays are the same everywhere, except the style of the house is Harvard, not MLA. It seems to be much more official though. To submit an essay I need to submit it online and as a physical copy that needs to be stamped by the department secretary before I can drop it in the teacher’s pigeon box. I also get a receipt as proof that I submitted my work.

So far my courses are going really well, I am very pleased with my decisions. Next assessment is on the 7th November, a case study for the (amazing) Advertisement course. So I guess I should go back to my research now…

Have a nice weekend everyone!

A Flat White, please!

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As a Student from Sweden I am quite familiar with the idea of drinking coffee constantly during my presence at university. The lectures have a 15minutes break, where you have the chance of keeping your precious caffeine-level as high as possible. As one hand is occupied holding the holy cup the other one seems to be filled with a cinnamon roll. But this is not mandatory. However, when I began to study at Melbourne University I felt it was rather natural to look for a coffee container and some paper-cups around it to maintain my new developed need for coffee. Thus, I started to look for a coffee-distribution place everywhere; I was even expecting some serving stations. At last I entered the Union House which seems to inhabit all snack bars, shops and various mini restaurants where you can purchase food from; there is no cafeteria as at Malmoe University. As I strolled around the campus, which is rather huge and confusing, but looks like Hogwarts (see pictures attached which traces my search for coffee), I experienced my first cultural shock: There is no ‘brygg-kaffe’ served. Not even at Uni.  My search for a coffee container and a smiling blond cafeteria staff member handing me a paper cup in which I can pour in the black gold for a cheap prize was in vain.

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Coffee is essential during my studies, especially when a deadline runs short, coffee needs to be close. In Melbourne I encountered a different kind of coffee culture, not the entire loss of it. I found was the total admiration of coffee. Coffee at University seems to be not simply black, maybe with a hint of milk; it seems to be: cappuccino, latte macchiato and flat white (?), freshly made from pressed coffee beans (It wouldn’t even surprise me if they have an own roaster behind the various coffee shops). I do hope you start wondering what a ‘flat white’ is. I certainly did. As the Swede likes to drink coffee during his work-time preferably black, the Australian likes to enjoy their coffee with a lot of milk (here you can chose naturally between soja-milk, non-fat milk, lactose free milk and normal milk), and a flat white is basically a coffee with so much milk that just a delicate hint of coffee can be detected.

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In Melbourne, a city adorably proud of its coffee serving, each speciality you order is topped by fine foam; cappuccinos are even sprinkled with chocolate powder. No doubt, it is possible to find such coffee in Malmo too, but at my home University the students keep strictly to the ‘more caffeine the better’ method.  It might not be the most life-changing event which I came across during my exchange but it struck me how the small simple changes are the ones which surprise.

Greetings from Newcastle, United Kingdom.

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Newcastle University. King Edward VII building.

Today I have been in England for one week and three days. I travelled to Newcastle filled with fears, hopes, dreams, and big plans, all in one suitcase and body. I wanted to write my first post Tuesday, when I was in England for exactly one week but sometimes it’s not that easy. I tried my very best to write something but I kept deleting everything after only a couple of paragraphs. I wanted my post here to be smart, witty, funny, and inspirational. Instead, I think I will just go with honest. So here we go…what I honestly did in my first week in England (ever).

My flight went well and uneventful. Upon arrival, while waiting for my luggage to appear,  I kept repeating the words “ please don’t lose my stuff, please don’t lose my stuff, please don’t lose my stuff” like a mantra. I guess it worked since they didn’t lose my stuff. They lost my colleague’s.

That day I also learned that I should always read the fine print. The Meet & Greet service that promised me someone from the University would come and pick me up was apparently available only for the students who arranged accommodation in the University owned rooms and houses. That, as you may have guessed by now, was not my case. Fortunately, I have the best housemate and landlord ever, and she was more than happy to come pick me up from the airport. When we got home she told me I had mail waiting for me. “Well, that’s weird” I said. But weird was not the right word to describe it, since amazing is a much better fit.

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My letters and cookies that helped me through my first (cold) night in England.

The mail was a small package from my best friends in Sweden, in which they each wrote a letter with all their good wishes for me as well as baked me 4 cookies. I’ve read the letters my first night in England thinking I have the best friends ever. I will miss them terribly but I was happy to know they were glad for me and thought it was a good idea to spend a semester abroad. This small package made of paper, cookies, and good thoughts, is a memory I will always have of my first night in England, when freezing in my bed, I learned how much I am loved and missed at home. Oh, and the cookies are gone. Yum!

Last week was just filled with introductory meetings meant to give us, international students, an idea of what to expect, where to go if we need help, etc. I can honestly say I can find my way around the campus with ease. Everything seemed overwhelming the first few days but after a while you see the logic in things and start to function just like any other student. There are maps of the campus and signs everywhere; and, if that fails, the people are more than happy to give you directions. Which leads me to my next point….

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View over the South Africa War Memorial and St.Thomas Church.

Geordies! Geordies are the people of Newcastle, the friendliest on Earth, the most funny, the best. They speak a very distinct dialect of English called Geordie. It’s Scandinavian influenced (those Vikings…), which makes any Swedish speaker go crazy about it (Ok maybe not every Swedish speaker but it sure interests me).It’s frankly quite fascinating and I hope I will have time to learn more Geordie and write something about it here. The people here are very proud of their heritage and I think they should. Geordies are very funny and welcoming. As a matter of fact, this region is well known for the hospitality of the people here and I sense this every day: when I shop, when I ask for directions, or when I go to a lecture. It’s just a natural wittiness and friendliness they have about them that I love. Sure, people are very nice in Sweden also, but this is another kind of nice- this is a funny, cracking jokes kind of nice. Lovely!

I got to go a bit in the toon, as Geordies affectionately call the town. Newcastle is extraordinary. There is something for everyone and I have a long list of things I want to do. The Millennium Bridge and the Tyne Bridge are amazing, and I want to go see them at night, since they apparently give a spectacular view. Tons of lovely shops and pubs everywhere, and I like to take  a walk before going home through the main street, Northumberland Street, and just window browse or go in and take a look inside a bookshop.

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The Millenium Bridge and The Sage music hall.

Teaching starts next week and I am looking forward to start my classes. Being a tourist is very nice, but I didn’t forget why I’m here in the first place and I’m so excited to see my teachers, hear the first lectures, attend the first seminars, and generally get into the skin of a student abroad.

 

 

Looking at this page, it seems my student-abroad-writer’s-block thing passed, so I am looking forward to report back from the lovely Newcastle Upon Tyne. See you soon!

P.S: My colleague’s luggage has been found and sent back to her. We both have winter clothes now and are having a terrific time.

Konferens i Bandung!

Hemkommen från fantastiska dagar i Indonesien, en konferensvecka med fullspäckat schema från morgon till kväll med de fyrtiotal studenter som deltar i vatten och miljö programmet!
På ankomstdagen fick vi direkt uppleva regnet, översvämningarna och därmed trafikkaos. Vi har dock haft tur med uppehåll får vi varit ute på studiebesök!

Första dagen var fylld av föreläsningar om bla. vattenförsörjnings problem i indonesien, översvämningar i citarium river som rinner genom Bandung samt ett besök på ett vattenforsknings center.
Dagen därpå reser vi tidigt till kota baru parahyangan green residece. En ny stadsdel som håller på att byggas upp en bit utanför Bandung. Man satsar här på miljövänliga och hållbara alternativ så som cykelvägar (att cykla i Bandung centrum är livsfarligt!), husen är anpassade för att solljus skall utnyttjas effektivt och naturlig ventilation istället för Ac. Man lägger stor vikt vid grönska och att plantera träd, något som även en representat från varje deltagande nation fick göra. Totalt satte vi ett tiotal träd under dokumentation av indonesisk tv! Efter lunch reste vi vidare för att se en helt annan sida av Bandung, ett stort kvarter där stadens fattigaste bor. Trånga gator, små hus och väldigt smutsigt, men vi möts av leende ansikten, framförallt från dem som aldrig sett en västerlänning. Vi fick här i uppgift att vandra runt och prata med de boende om problemen med den förorenade floden som rinner genom och som idag fungerar som soptipp för många. Man satsar mycket på att göra människor medvetna om miljöproblemen och som en liten påminnelse gav vi muggar där det står ‘I love Parahyangan river’ för att uppmuntra till fortsatt arbete med att få floden ren!

Senare på kvällen åker jag och min rumskompis Tomo från Japan med ett gäng för att käka. Bästa maten hittills och den serverades på bananblad! Ja fick dock titta bort då killen bredvid mig glupskar i sig kotarmar.. Inälvor är tydligen en delikatess här i indonesien.

På söndagen turistande vi och besökte två museum samt ett kulturcentrum där det bjöds på traditionella danser och anklung konsert, ett instrument av bambu. En av Javas bästa anklung orkester spelade, fantastiskt vad man kan åstadkomma med bambu! På måndagen hade vi föreläsningar och filmvisningar. Diskussion och förberedelser inför onsdagens presentation: vatten föroreningar och övergödning. På tisdagen åkte vi till Jakarta, tog cirka fem timmar pga trafiken. Sista dagen hade vi rundvandring på ingenjörs campuset och sedan gick vi på en föreläsning. På kvällen var det avskedsfest med mat och uppvisningar, alla var ombedda att visa något från sitt land så jag och Michel körde små grodorna!
Jag förlängde min vistelse i Indonesien några dagar och tog tåget mot Yogyakarta tillsammans med jefri, en unpar student som ville göra mig sällskap! Resan tog cirka sju timmar, hade gått betydligt fortare om tåget inte gått i snigelfart.. Men sköna säten och fin utsikt så det är okej! Väl framme besökte vi bland annat det berömda templet Boru budur.

Det har varit intressant att se vad som händer i ett land där populationen växer med den strukturella utvecklingen hänger inte med. Brist på vattenreningssystem, infrastruktur och dåliga byggnader i kombination med dåligt medvetenhet om konsekvenser av handlingar och de lokala miljöproblemen. Många använder floden som soptipp och regeringen är väldigt korrupt varav naturresurser skövlas lagligt illegalt. KOnferensen har verkligt levt över mina förväntningar och jag hoppas verkligen att nästa års konferens blir lika lyckat!
/Maria