Who is Masha?
I’ve been “Mary’ for about 40 years now. My childhood name of Marysia, which I’ve associated with the feelings of embarrassment and frustration, was left behind when I started college. No one has called me Marysia for many years with the exception of my college roommate who gave it a Long Island twist. On my first visit to Anglo American School in St. Petersburg, the question came up of what I wanted to be called. Mary is much too American sounding. There was already a Marysia on staff, as well as 2 Marina’s…. so I was ‘christened’ Masha. Almost immediately Mary was gone and everyone started calling me Masha. How can 40 years of being programmed to respond to one name be so easy to change? Who is this Masha?
Masha lives in the heart of St. Petersburg. Her spacious city apartment, on the second floor of a classic old building, overlooks a tourist filled canal. On the first floor are a coffee shop, a restaurant and a small grocery store. Within a block there are 10-20 restaurants, more grocery stores, flower shops, bars, etc. Many of the main tourist attractions of St. Petersburg, including the impressive Hermitage Museum, are within easy walking distance from home. The 30 min.walk to work, over cobbled streets, bridges both large and small is a visual cornucopia. Each day a new detail comes to life. Each weekend is smorgasbord of places to see and things to do.
Luckily, both Mary and Masha love to teach. It feels so right to be back in the classroom. The nervousness of going back into the classroom after 6 years, a new school year, being at a new school, and going ‘international ‘ was greatly compounded by the adjustment to city life and life in Russia. Now that school has begun, I feel like I’m back in my element. Not that it’s easy!!!!! I’m spending about 10 hours in the classroom each day and then a couple more hours at home doing the things teachers do. But what a class to teach! Most of them have an intrinsic desire to learn, love a challenge, are risk takers, have a sense of wonder and humor, and they love school. Three weeks and I have yet to raise my voice. They can be ‘trusted’ to go to and from classes, recess, etc. without an escort, they make good choices, and are wonderful friends and citizens. Most are English language learners, with varying levels of competency, but that adds to the diversity and the challenge I love. Inside I (Masha) am jumping for joy.
More about the school in my next blog…
I’ve been “Mary’ for about 40 years now. My childhood name of Marysia, which I’ve associated with the feelings of embarrassment and frustration, was left behind when I started college. No one has called me Marysia for many years with the exception of my college roommate who gave it a Long Island twist. On my first visit to Anglo American School in St. Petersburg, the question came up of what I wanted to be called. Mary is much too American sounding. There was already a Marysia on staff, as well as 2 Marina’s…. so I was ‘christened’ Masha. Almost immediately Mary was gone and everyone started calling me Masha. How can 40 years of being programmed to respond to one name be so easy to change? Who is this Masha?
Masha lives in the heart of St. Petersburg. Her spacious city apartment, on the second floor of a classic old building, overlooks a tourist filled canal. On the first floor are a coffee shop, a restaurant and a small grocery store. Within a block there are 10-20 restaurants, more grocery stores, flower shops, bars, etc. Many of the main tourist attractions of St. Petersburg, including the impressive Hermitage Museum, are within easy walking distance from home. The 30 min.walk to work, over cobbled streets, bridges both large and small is a visual cornucopia. Each day a new detail comes to life. Each weekend is smorgasbord of places to see and things to do.
Luckily, both Mary and Masha love to teach. It feels so right to be back in the classroom. The nervousness of going back into the classroom after 6 years, a new school year, being at a new school, and going ‘international ‘ was greatly compounded by the adjustment to city life and life in Russia. Now that school has begun, I feel like I’m back in my element. Not that it’s easy!!!!! I’m spending about 10 hours in the classroom each day and then a couple more hours at home doing the things teachers do. But what a class to teach! Most of them have an intrinsic desire to learn, love a challenge, are risk takers, have a sense of wonder and humor, and they love school. Three weeks and I have yet to raise my voice. They can be ‘trusted’ to go to and from classes, recess, etc. without an escort, they make good choices, and are wonderful friends and citizens. Most are English language learners, with varying levels of competency, but that adds to the diversity and the challenge I love. Inside I (Masha) am jumping for joy.
More about the school in my next blog…