Post #AgEd2Malaysia Experience Snapshot: Carson Letot, Michigan Agriscience Teacher

The #AgEd2Malaysia experience was filled to the brim with: teaching opportunities, industry tours, reflection sessions, exploration, and laundry. But perhaps some of the most underrated experiences were the moments of laughter along the way. And ironically, the laughter coincided with the bullet points on the itinerary! As I leave the eastern hemisphere, I look back on some of the moments that stuck out with giggles, chortles, and chuckles.

The Mannequin – This is Huzaimi’s favorite moment of the whole trip. No doubt about it. But for me, it’s the moment when I realized that these guys: Hanif, Ali, and Huzaimi were just like me. We were on a quest for teaching materials and journals at the local mall when we stumbled upon some clothing racks in the men’s department. One of the mannequins was wearing a rather ugly shirt (by both Malaysian and US standards as was agreed upon later) and the arm of the mannequin was loose. Normally this would have been trivial, but the loose arm became a detached arm when we took a look at the size of the shirt. Of course, it fell, and we all had a moment of terror before the moment of joy in the ridiculousness of the situation. Me being me, however, wanted to reattach the arm, but attach it backward, so as to make the situation a little more absurd. We attached the arm, but of course, the hand fell off. When Huzaimi reattached the hand, however, without any prompt or direction, he did so backwards, and we all shared in a tremendous laugh. They spoke Malay, but all of us understood good comedy.

The Big Mac – It wasn’t too many nights into the trip before we found ourselves hungry and without plans. So Thomas contacted Huzaimi to see about possibly getting some McDonalds. We were curious about what it would be like here in Malaysia and had a craving for a burger. Huzaimi whisked us away to the golden arches and the three male, US participants shared a meal with the three male UTM students. We talked about everything from politics to religion to dating. Towards the end of the meal, we shared some of the finer points of dating in the US and the UTM students lent us insight into how it’d work in Malaysia within the Muslim faith. We had great laughs comparing the differences, and for such a simple plan, we learned so much. Who would have thought McDonald’s could have brought two cultures together so effortlessly.

The G-Shock – Within five minutes of arriving at the SMK in Pontian, I was very aware of a commonality between the students besides the uniforms. They all wore G-Shocks! The G Shock line is a type of watch by Casio that is billed as a strong, durable timepiece. I had yet to get one, waiting for a little more expendable income, but everywhere I turned, students were wearing them in a plethora of colors and styles! My first thought was “wow these kids must really value these things to spend so much on them. It wasn’t long after the initial observations, however, that I gained some more entertaining insight into the fad. I asked a group of students about their watches, and with incredible excitement, they all held out their wrists and yelled “G-shock! G-shock!” Of course, I had a laugh and a gander at all the different types, but I replied very quickly with a “where can I get one?” This drew numerous, indistinguishable answers. One stuck out though when they said “….but ORIGINALS” I settled the crowd and asked, “what are originals?” One student spoke up and said that the originals were real ones. So I said, “alright, well who has an original?” Expecting to hear the same uproar as the first time, instead, I was treated to the entire group all pointing to one student who flashed his wrist out like it was clad with a 10 karat diamond. Oh did I laugh. What a time to be alive. A time where that one kid in your class has what everyone else wants. Of course, I had to pry a little more and pose the question to them and the rest of the group “let’s say I have RM1000, is that enough to buy an original?” The group exploded with that enthusiasm that can only be produced by a ridiculous statement. Most shouted yes, and some shouted: “you could buy two!” I smiled and finished the interaction with an “ok but how many of his watch? (pointing to one of the “knock-offs”) And as a mic drops, so did that question, because I got laughter and responses ranging from 10 to 100. Students will get motivated by pride in their school and achievements in their studies, but when you find that thing that makes them tick, in this case, a literal timepiece, you can start to build lasting memories. I’ll never forget the schooling I received in watches by those children.

No Translation – As we sat around the table finishing a working lunch during our prep time for teaching episode 3, Dr. Din and myself were talking about education “stuff” when he happened to overhear what the ladies beside us were saying, in Malay. He stopped, turned, and with an ever so slight smile, turned back to me and said: “you should hear what they’re saying.” The girls immediately erupted with embarrassment and Dr. Din just sat back and revealed in how easy it was to trigger them. I laughed and said that I could venture a guess, and he then turned back to them and said: “shall I translate for him?” You can only imagine the reaction that followed from the girls. Some of the planning sessions were grinders due to language barriers and content development, but moments like this where I watched as someone did what I do constantly to my students, made the experience that much more enjoyable.

The Beach – We were very fortunate to have some time in Sabah to snorkel around the coral reefs. The fish and the coral provided stunning backdrops in the ocean, and some of the UTM students even joined us for the activity even though swimming is not a leisurely pastime for most of them. We swam around one of the larger islands for a bit before coming out of the water to dry off and prepare for a move to the next island. When I emerged from the water, Azira laughed harder than I’d ever seen someone laugh. Perhaps it’s because I was told that I look like Santa Clause sans the red corduroy and white fur trim. But her laughter was so entertaining that I too had to laugh. Laughter is infectious, and it was just the right way to cap of a great day.

 

The Tour – Any tour we were a part of included a stop for a group photo either before or after the proceedings. This was standard, and typically a point of contention because even after our 50th group photo, nobody could quite figure out where everyone was supposed to stand. “Tall in the back, short in front” is a difficult concept to grasp. At any rate, when Dr. Zol accompanied the group. The group photos suddenly because a little more entertaining as the man enjoys the camera. Dr. Zol would pose, we’d laugh, and after one of the photos on the tour at the last school, I asked Huzaimi and Suhana who their favorite teacher was. Without hesitation, they pointed to Dr. Zol. When I asked why they said simply “because we laugh so much in his class.” I try to do the same in my classroom. I try and build a culture where learning walks stride for stride with laughter. If my students are laughing, then school might not be so bad after all.

Our experience in Malaysia gave me a year’s worth of professional development in just 4 weeks. I will be forever grateful for the chance that Dr. Melanie Miller Foster, Dr. Daniel Foster, and Dr. Nur Husna Abd Wahid provided for me. Along the way, there were challenges and moments of enlightenment, but the laughter most often times stole the show. Whether it was during pineapple planting or rubber tree tapping; giggles, chortles, and chuckles were never left behind.  

Carson Letot (@Letot_Carson) is a
secondary agriscience teacher at
Montague High School in Montague, Michigan.

Bonus Blog! Oh, The People That You’ll Meet!

When you travel to a new country, you’re supposed to meet its people. Eat its food. Walk its streets, and breath its air. We’ve done that in Malaysia for over three weeks. But there’s something that people don’t often talk about because we tend to think that we are on the journey alone, or just within the confines of our group. What about the other people around you in a country who are ALSO not from there? What about the other tourists? The other students studying abroad? The other business people working overseas? I wonder who they are and if they feel the same way as me. Do they like to get to a hotel and hunker down till it’s safe to step a foot out in a straight line towards the nearest McDonalds? Do they open yelp as soon as they get wifi and make plans to hit the top three restaurants in the first three hours? Or do they just walk out into the unknown and let the breeze and the traffic signals carry them to the experiences that come with a roll of the metaphorical dice?

I think about these people because even if they’re from Germany, China, or Australia, they’re probably not very different from me. In fact, from what I’ve observed, they’re a lot like me. Case in point: a couple from Holland and a couple from Germany. Oh and some Americans….

We met a couple named Jack and Sara. They were on a boat with a group of us riding back from an island off the coast of Kota Kinabalu. Jack and Sara were/are on a trip going from Borneo to Brunei, and then home. We caught them in week 3 of the trip and they were as animated and friendly as anyone we could have dreamed up. Jack especially was incredibly excited to tell us about his excursion in the US back in early July when he witnessed the 4th of July through the haze and bustle of Los Angeles. We all had a good laugh at the spectacle that is our independence day, and how theirs in Holland is not a significant departure from the one we hold dear. They drink, they party, and they wear a lot of orange; the national color. What could people who speak another language and live over 3000 miles away from us have in common? Almost everything.

Jack and Sara come from a similar place to us culturally, but what about when they get here? What do they think? Anna and Stephan let us know in about 30 seconds at the airport.

We ran into them in line checking bags and both they and our group had a great laugh at the large family ahead of us who didn’t get tags for their bags. We both connected with grins when they realized they had to get out of line and then connected with chuckles when they left grumbling, and thus saving both of us upwards of 10 minutes waiting in the queue. (It was a big family.) Stephan and I proceeded right into some small talk, as one does whilst queuing and he commented on my height saying “and here I thought I’d be the tallest person I’d see in all of Sabah.” I replied humbly that I thought the same thing, but knew there’d be someone from Denmark or Germany who’d have me beat. Is there a culture in the world who DOESN’T appreciate irony? What a magical uniter of nations. Meeting Stephan was enjoyable, but brief. Meeting Zooey and Kelly, however, gave more time for connection and even collaboration.

Zooey and Kelly waited on a bench at the reception area of the Mari Mari cultural village. I didn’t want to assume, because well, most people here in Malaysia who look like us, are not Americans, but these two seemed like a sure bet, and sure enough, they were! But it wasn’t until later at a restaurant on the waterfront that we made an authentic association.

What were the chances that we’d pick a place to get some food at the end of the day, and run into the same people we’d seen at the village? Apparently good. We talked, and laughed and even though they weren’t coming from an exotic place like the one we’re in right now, they still had a wealth of banter to offer. We stuck around until late, and agreed that if we went snorkeling the next day, we’d let them know and try to plan together. At the jetty the next day, right before we left the ticket counter to go to the dock, who should be standing in front of us? None other than Zooey and Kelly. We snorkeled together and just happened to pick up some strategies for proper fish viewing from Zooey.

The cherry on the cake? Zooey’s grandmother lives in K.L. and her mother is Malay. Her father? American. Just the right person to give us a perspective that has adornments of both cultures. She spoke about what her grandmother has witnessed in the country since she was little, and what she herself thinks about Muslim traditions and how they work for her at a school in the US. Meeting them was as refreshing as it gets. They were American sure, and I’d be lying if I said a little part of me wasn’t thinking of them as a “port in a storm.” But as I reflect back on our time in Sabah and our time with them, I think that they are yet another piece of the trip that has built us up into better travelers, scholars, and global learners. We know that everyone has a story to tell, and when we listen, we learn.

Carson Letot (@Letot_Carson) is a secondary agriscience teacher
from Montague, Michigan.

Interview On Location: Touching base with Huzaimi! An Entry from Day 15

What better way to learn, than to listen? I decided to take a breather from the hustle and bustle of the last few days to sit down with Huzaimi; a student, a translator, a friend. 

Me: how are you today Huzaimi?

H: Good. Very very good.

Me: nice. Well, we’ve officially arrived in Sabah, a state on the island of Borneo. What’s on your mind?

H: its very nice. Very hot, and i’m angry at the bus and management. But its very nice.

Me: Is this your first time in Sabah?

H: No, second

Me: how long ago was your first time?

H: I don’t know, maybe 10 years ago? I was 11, and i’m 21 now. So yes

Me: It seems like, and this may be a skewed view, but it seems like the rest of the world outside of the US travels abroad. A lot. Is this true for Malaysians?

H: Oh yes. Very much. Malaysians travel a lot.

Me: including you?

H: Yes, I like the travel a lot. I like the adventure.

Me: when your family travels, is it for adventure? Relaxation?

H: no when my family travels, it for relaxation. They like to go to nature, see the people, see the environment. They do not like adventure like me though.

Me: what do you mean when you say “adventure”?

H: paragliding, parasailing, I like things that are adventure. Like courage for them.

Me: oh for sure. Are all of your friends like that?

H: Yes, a lot of my friends like the adventure. They like to go and be courageous. I like it

Me: Do your friends value experiences over material items?

H: Yes, they like to. But not all of them. Most like gadgets and things. Me, I like the adventure and experiences though.

Me: So your friends like tech. Besides the obvious cell phone, what do they buy?

H: I don’t know. They like the Go Pro. It depends on their interests. If they like the pictures to take then they buy Go Pro, camera, but me I like the travel. I also like watches though.

Me: Yea so what’s the big deal with watches in Malaysia? It seems like everyone has a G-Shock!

H: yes, we like the G – Shock

Me: what is it about them?

H: I don’t know. They’re sporty. We like the sporty, the teenage look. We like to wear young things.

Me: I can see that. Alright so to all the readers out there, what else would you like them to know about your generation besides their love of g-shock watches and adventure?

H: we like to do things that are adventure. And everyone should get out and travel. They need to experience things and be out to be courageous. People who do not, are not living. To live you must be brave and try things.

Me: absolutely. Well, Terima Kasih Huzaimi!

H: hahaha soma soma

Mr. Carson Letot (@Letot_Carson) is a secondary agriscience teacher at Montague HS in
Montague, Michigan.

Carson and Huzaimi playing traditional music!

 

Passionately Perusing Prickly Pineapples: Day 4

The Tour 

Our group stepped off the bus, and with a rush of heat came the excitement of the day. We had been transported from our humble abode in Skudai to the countryside of Pontian. Within the small district on the west side of Johor lies Pekan Nanas, known to us English speakers as “Pineapple Town.” And its here in a field, in a town, in a place, where palm trees and the haze synonymous with the thick air of the tropics that our group began the tour. 

Malaysia supports many research farms throughout the country, but this farm, in particular, specializes in the breeding and propagation of pineapple; a fruit that’s as polarizing as it is sweet. We strolled down a gravel lane that rose just above the plots on either side. The smoke of former flames drifted across our path, and thoughts of death, commonly paired with those visions of ash, would be amiss as the embers give birth to new life in just one short month. In a month, the field that was once dead, comes alive with row after row of infant sprigs.

These sprigs, better known as “suckers” were pieces of a once whole crown that topped the fruit. The tour was better described as a walk through history. Each step we took brought us closer to the plants that had endured days of sun and rain only to bear a fruit that meant the end of its time. Pineapple plants can tolerate months of drought, poor soil, and a barrage of nibbling from boar to bug. And for this struggle, they provide a single fruit. Complete with a crown and flesh, the fruit lies amongst jagged leaves, and its here at the end of the fields, where our tour brought us to the rebirth.

The crowns of past fruits hold on to a purpose of renewal. They’re chopped, shaved, and carried to a new home. In a quick stroke, however, comfort is bestowed, as one can see how the flow of life never really ends. One pineapple turns into four. Four into sixteen. And what was once alone on a plant, became a lineage of life for years in the fields.

-musings from a traveler 

The Taste 

“I can’t stop eating it. It is so sweet and so juicy! Why doesn’t it taste like this at home?!”

These were the words of a visitor at the tasting event today at Pineapple Park. Students from Penn State, Iowa State, and Hawkeye Community College, along with local students from our own UTM (@UTMeduc) engaged in a tasting and Q&A session with an educational specialist at the park. The tour had a focus on production and propagation, but what tour would be complete without a taste of the fruits of all that labor?

Students from the US and Malaysia preparing for the tasting event

Members of the group were treated with a sample of MD2, as well as a cupcake laced with a little of the flavor that makes this park so sweet. “I thought they were really good, like a pineapple upside-down cake I’d get in the states, but better because well, we’re here!” Cheerful words like these from a teacher in the group were the norm as laughter and consumption filled the afternoon. Students from the US and UTM alike asked questions about the ripeness of the fruits and international trade, as well as tasted the local fare before moving on to the final activity of the day. When asked about the prospect of enjoying pineapple in the same way when returning to the US, a student from the group said “no” and then followed with “look around! This is the source! we’d have to go to Hawaii for this. and that’s not happening anytime soon…I better grab another piece”

-For stories like this, and more, including perspectives from both Malaysia and the United States, search #AgEd2Malaysia on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook.

The Transplant 

Have you always wanted to transplant your own pineapple, but didn’t know how? Do you need some super sweet fruit in your life but don’t have the money to drive to the store and buy some? Do you need the spiritual connection to nature and the gratification of honest work that can only be provided from growing your own food? Well, I’m here to tell you that you can because its as easy as: Chop, Punch, and Smooth!

CHOP- cut a crown of a pineapple into fourths, fifths, or even sixths! Heck, you can even pull off the suckers from an old plant that you’ve harvested a fruit from, and VOILA! You have yourself the makings of a new pineapple plant.

PUNCH- You’ll need a stick. A big stick. Find a big stick, and then throw that one away because you’ll need a REALLY big stick with a pointed end. Got that stick? Good, because that’s going to be your ride from “Sucker-town” to plant-in-the-ground. The stick should be held with both hands firmly, and then plunged into the ground to a depth of 6 inches to make a hole for the sucker. Have you made your hole? Was it super easy because for Pete’s sake its full of peat?! You bet!

SMOOTH- smoothly grab your sucker (it’s a little prickly) and smoothly insert it into the hole (you don’t want to damage the cutting). Next, smooth the soil around the plant to fill in gaps and smooth your hair back because you have just taken the first steps to growing your own pineapple! How about that?! In Just 14 to 16 months you’ll be snacking on some sweet gold and thanking yourself that you read a blog from someone who learned how to plant a pineapple from the experts in Malaysia who grow the best Ananas comosus in the world!

Mr. Carson Letot (@Letot_Carson) is a secondary agriscience teacher at Montague HS in Montague, Michigan.