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Devastated

I’m planning a trip to Bangkok for October when my dad visits, and I thought I’d revisit my Bangkok post to see exactly what Mitch and I did. As I looked through the post, I realized that the photos were gone. I realized that years of photos, including my 365 photos project, are gone. That’s because I ran out of media storage space on this blog ages ago and deleted a bunch of photos from old blog posts from the media library. I thought they would be saved because the posts were already published.

I was wrong.

They’re all gone.

I’ve been keeping this blog since 2012 and I have nothing to show for it. My entire 365 photos project is gone; those photos were lost on my computer when I had to transfer most of my files to an external hard drive last year because I ran out of storage space. I can’t find them on the external hard drive, which means I must have deleted them because I figured I could always pull them off my blog.

It’s times like this when I wish I had a film camera. It’s times like this when I wish I made photo albums or scrapbooks instead of storing everything online.

I’ve always wondered why regular blogs, like mine, have domain names that they pay for. Now I know why: Storage space.

To say I want to cry is an understatement. I feel empty, like I’ve lost part of who I was. I can’t point to anything I’ve done or tried to do because it’s all gone.

Choices

I’m Jewish.

Among other things, that means I celebrate holidays that most people can’t pronounce. That also means my holidays aren’t included on most calendars. As a student, I always had to inform my teachers of the days I’d be out for Rosh Hashanah (New Year) and Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement). I was lucky in that I never had to explain myself; my teachers were aware of a) the existence of my holidays and b) my need and right to miss class to practice my religion.

When I moved to Malaysia, I wasn’t allowed to be Jewish. I wasn’t able to practice my religion. I had to go to work over Rosh Hashanah because I wasn’t allowed to miss work without medical documentation; I certainly was not going to spend the holiday in a doctor’s office faking stomach cramps. Yom Kippur fell on a Saturday, and while I couldn’t go to synagogue, I could pray on my own.

Now that I’m in Singapore, I had (note the past tense) different expectations. Considering the amount of diversity here in Singapore, particularly the diversity in an international school with a student body from over 60 countries, I did not anticipate having trouble obtaining recognition of my religious rights and freedoms.

But I’m having trouble.

My school does not allow paid sick days until the fourth month of our contracts, which means that I can’t be sick and get paid until November 1. This is ridiculous for multiple reasons, but mostly because we work with kids, all of whom are sick right now. That aside, I checked with HR to see if I could take time off and be paid for religious reasons in the first three months of the school year. HR said no, but a colleague encouraged me to take the question to the superintendent. In what I think was a very well-worded email, I expressed my disappointed with HR’s response and explained how upsetting it is to choose between pay and adhering to religious principles. I went as far as to “respectfully ask for a reconsideration of this policy.” (I didn’t point out that we have Christian, Muslim, Hindu, and Buddhist holidays off, which probably covers 99% of staff.) The superintendent assured me he would discuss it with HR and get back to me.

Two days later, I got an email apologizing and saying that school was unable to adjust the policy because, in a multicultural environment, they did not want to be seen as favoring one religion over another.

I didn’t point out that they were doing exactly that simply by following the existing calendar.

I didn’t point out that this wouldn’t be an issue if the holidays fell later in the year when I could take paid sick days.

I didn’t point out that I am now being treated differently than other members of staff.

I didn’t point out any of that because there’s no point. School has clear made a decision, and that decision reflects who the people in charge are and what they seem valuable. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that the query is now on record and it might help someone else in the future. I do feel discriminated against and I do feel misunderstood. While I understand the need for consistency in HR policies, I also understand the need to treat everyone fairly.

Fair, however, does not always mean equal.

All good things . . .

. . . must come to an end. (You knew that’s where the title was going, didn’t you? So clever.) Today was my last full day in Rochester, which means that tomorrow I will put myself on a plane and begin the trek to Singapore. I’m more excited than apprehensive (famous last words) and I feel more prepared to move abroad now than I was a year ago.

It’s true that experience is the best teacher. I’ve had a lot of experiences and I know so much more now than I did before spending nearly a year in Malaysia. Ironically, I’m worried (okay, there we go – the truth comes out) about different things than I was before my first big move. Rather than panicking about teaching a new age group, I spent time figuring out areas where I can afford to live, which type of phone plan to buy, which bank to use, where to buy basics like sheets and towels, and which grocery stores and shops are near the hotel where I’ll be staying for a week or so. Mitch helped me map out different restaurants, hawker centers, and bars that we’ve frequented in the past so that I can find them on my own. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve done as much school prep as I can right now.

Most importantly, I’ve decided it’s all going to be okay. One of the biggest challenges that I faced on arrival in Malaysia was uncertainty about how I was going to stay in touch with my family. Topping up cell phone data and FaceTime Audio are old hat now, so that’s all set. I love Singapore and I’m more familiar with it than I was with Malaysia when I first landed, so that’s a huge plus. I know it’ll work out, I know I’ll love living there, and I know I’ll love teaching high school social studies again. It’s kinda fun, this optimism thing.

Spending six weeks at home this summer has definitely recharged my battery. I have been relaxing, seeing friends, spending time with family, making a bit of money on the boat, and enjoying the calm that both summer and home bring. I know that I’m not the easiest person to be friends with right now because I’m so transient, and I really appreciate the efforts of those who have travelled this summer to see me during my short time at home.

Finally, I’m looking forward to returning to a part of the world I have grown to love. If you ever find yourself in Southeast Asia and want to chat, or if you’d like travel suggestions in more detail than I post on this blog, let me know! It’s a big world out there and I’m fortunate to have a job that allows me to explore it.