A Little Birdy

Brittney Nadler is a 2017-2018 Fulbright English Teaching Assistant (ETA) at Mae Moh Wittaya School in Lampang province. She is from South Elgin, Illinois. Last May, she graduated from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign with a double B.A. in Global Studies and Spanish and a concentration in International Development. In her free time, Brittney has picked up many hobbies, including yoga, crocheting, and cooking. Brittney enjoys exploring her community, learning and practicing Thai, eating Kanom Pia, and reading. After the completion of her Fulbright grant, she plans to apply to the Peace Corps. 

When I imagined living in Thailand, my brain sloshed together a series of mental pictures I’d collected over the years. It was a messy jumble of Buddhism, traditional clothing, and rural roads, with a dashing heep of uncertainty. I had no idea what a year abroad in Thailand would actually be like, and what I failed to predict was the normality of it. After the newness began to wear off, I settled into a very average reality that every citizen of the world experiences: friendship, favorite foods, simple conversations, walks around town, beautiful sunsets, and more. I have many people to thank for this. Thank you to the community members who sell me pastries and fruit with the same promised deliciousness as the restaurant owners in my hometown. Thank you to my host teacher, Kru Yao, who takes me on errands with her and then buys me Dairy Queen ice cream at the mall like a true grandmother would. And above all, thank you to Owl.

When I arrived at Mae Moh Wittaya my first day, it almost felt like my actual first day of high school. Of course, no one at my real high school shouted my name up and down the hallways as if I were the coolest person alive, but the amount of nerves I felt was the same. I watched students run around and stare at me while they giggled with their friends, I waied to teachers who offered friendly waves and smiles, and I began to wonder how long it would take my introverted heart to explode from all this attention bursting forth from 750 students. 

I’m not sure when I first noticed the student teachers. My first day of class was nerve-wracking as I had to introduce myself in Thai in front of the school and attend a surprise midday funeral for a teacher’s grandmother. But at some point, I saw them. The only group of people my age for miles. Would they want to be friends? 

It started slowly. Another student teacher, Aum, teaches Thai in the classroom two doors away from mine. I would pass him every day and simply started with saying hello and wai-ing. He was best friends with Owl, an English student teacher. The first time I really met her was in the English office when I was trying to go to Sukhothai province but had no idea how to get there. This turned into a school-wide mission, as have many of my excursions, and Owl was on the case calling the bus station, writing down dates, times, and companies, comparing prices, and going above and beyond to help me. In the end I couldn’t even go, but her generosity really stood out to me.

A few weeks later at the end of the school day, the student teacher group was strolling around when they noticed me and invited me to the after-school market. It was like we had woken up that morning as polite acquaintances and ended the day as real friends. They were quick to joke with me (did you know Aum is actually Taylor Swift?) and weren’t afraid to speak in English and ask for help even though only one of the five teachers was an English teacher. The barrier had been broken, and I realized that we all must have been feeling nervous around each other, waiting for the other to make a move. I was so grateful they finally had. 

The week after that, Fulbright held its regional meeting in my province, Lampang. I casually suggested to the 11 other Fulbright teachers that they could stay in my house in my town, Mae Moh, the weekend after the meeting. This turned into school-wide mission number two, and before I knew it I was being called into a meeting to discuss the trip, organizing dates and times with the school van driver to take my friends to every tourist attraction in town, and visiting the homestay the director of the school had so graciously booked for us (I was sure having 11 people in the three beds in my house would be fine!)

I drove to the homestay with some teachers and Owl was there again.

“Where Owl goes, Brittney goes,” Kru Nikki said with a laugh. I liked the sound of that, like two friends taking on the world together. 

The meeting passed quickly and on Friday morning, Owl arrived with Kru Yao in the school van at the hotel we were staying at for the regional meeting. She had woken up at 8am, and I know for a fact she’s not a morning person. We set off to visit the Tung Bua Tong flowers, Mae Moh Mine, and Mae Moh Museum before settling onto a rustic dock overlooking a lake filled with lotus pads for lunch. 

Northern and central Fulbright ETAs enjoy lunch prepared by student teachers.

I had been told Aum wanted to teach us how to make som tum. There was som tum...but there were also numerous other dishes that he had made entirely himself. I was astonished and felt immense greng jai—an important Thai phrase that roughly translates to not wanting to inconvenience or be a burden to other people. 

Northern and central Fulbright ETAs nap after a delicious home cooked meal.

And here I learned another stark cultural difference: when your friend in America invites you over to eat macaroni and cheese, you eat macaroni and cheese. When your friends in Thailand invite themselves over to eat nam prik ong, you have nam prik ong, baked potatoes, cucumbers, fried pork skin, papaya, pumpkin in coconut milk, two Chinese dishes, soda, and orange juice. 

We had sticky rice, nam prik ong, green curry, grilled chicken, fruit, chips, soda, and more. The student teachers sat a small distance away from us, not fully used to being around such a large group of farang. Everyone raved about the food, especially the nam prik ong, and I again wondered how I could be so lucky to work with teachers as amazing as them. 

ETA fellows (back row: Mike, Anne, Matt, Lauren, Brittney, Angie, Christine.
Front row: Owl, Roma, Yvette. Posing at the Tung Bua Tong flowers in Mae Moh after the regional meeting.

Later in the English office, I told Owl how much my friends had loved the nam prik ong.

“Aum wants to know if you want to learn how to make nam prik ong,” Owl later messaged me on Facebook.

“Yes!” I replied instantly. 

In my head, this would be a quick, casual hang out with the three of us. It was not. 

Owl, Boom (her boyfriend), Aum, Guang (the Chinese teacher), Yvette (another Fulbright teacher), and I met at the front of the market at 10:30am, half an hour later than we had agreed upon. Aum began to hand out ingredient and recipe sheets like we were on a third grade field trip to the grocery store. Amusement and happiness were coursing through my veins at this innocent, genuine action, along with the idea of how odd we must have looked to all of the vendors. Although there were only five ingredients on the list, he made me put a check mark next to each one we bought. 

 Student teachers teach Brittney and Yvette how to cook Thai and Chinese food.

We bought the ingredients for nam prik ong, and then they started purchasing seemingly random items. This isn’t on the five-ingredient list! I thought. And here I learned another stark cultural difference: when your friend in America invites you over to eat macaroni and cheese, you eat macaroni and cheese. When your friends in Thailand invite themselves over to eat nam prik ong, you have nam prik ong, baked potatoes, cucumbers, fried pork skin, papaya, pumpkin in coconut milk, two Chinese dishes, soda, and orange juice. 

Clockwise from the front: Guang, Brittney, Yvette, Boom, Owl, Aum.

The cooking was chaotic. I had never used my gas stove because I was positive if I turned the gas on I would explode. People were scrambling all over the place chopping, cooking, washing, and burning things. Smoke filled my kitchen quite a few times and we had to open the windows and turn on a fan as our eyes watered and our lungs burned from inhaling spices. 

Brittney cooks nam prik ong.

But it was amazing - it was hectic and fun and friendly and so, so normal.

Owl, Brittney, and Aum cook nam prik ong.

Our relationship continued to build from there. Aum taught me how to read and write in Thai after he saw me sitting in the library trying to teach myself. We all cooked together again, yet this time Yvette and I took the lead and made them an American breakfast of scrambled eggs, pancakes, hash browns and apple crumble. 

Thai student teacher, Aum, patiently waits to flip perfect pancakes.

I know they thought the eggs and pancakes were bland compared to the Thai versions and the hash browns were a little weird because we accidentally bought sweet potatoes, but the apple crumble was a huge hit. I gave Owl all of the leftovers after she continued to inquire about how it was made and how long it would last in the fridge, and she shared it with her family who were amazed that it was made from apple and not pineapple or papaya. 

Brittney and my ETA fellow Yvette prepare an American breakfast for student teachers.

We went to a skit competition together in Kampeng Pet province and she made sure I didn’t starve when it became obvious I couldn’t use chopsticks well enough to grill my own food at our hot pot dinner. She drove me to the mall during Christmas to buy gifts for students, I taught her how to bake chocolate chip cookies on Christmas day after a teacher asked me to make 800. 

Owl learns how to bake chocolate chip cookies on Christmas.

Student teachers Owl and Nuey learn how to bake chocolate chip cookies.

She took me along on a weekend trip to her school, the University of Phayao, and she is always up for a midday chocolate frappe or bag of deep fried bananas in the town.

Owl and Brittney spend the weekend at the University of Phayao. 

Our conversations have evolved from asking each other how to say something in each other’s language to discussing our friends, families, cute boys, pets, dreams, music, and everything in between. 

A quick trip to the White Temple in Chiang Rai after visiting the University of Phayao.

She is quick to laugh and I have never seen her even mildly upset, not even when we spent four hours in a school supply store buying materials for the entire school (one of us had a bit more difficulty containing all of her annoyance) or the time I unknowingly dragged her along on a three-hour post office trip (cue more greng jai). 

Unfortunately they are all leaving at the end of this semester, which is just one week away. I have been told there are no new student teachers coming next semester, and I think it’s better this way because no one can compete with the wonderful student teachers I have been so fortunate to befriend. Owl and Aum say they want to visit America, and I always tell them to come visit me in Chicago. I sincerely hope they do, even though Owl doesn’t like cheese and won’t get to experience the joy that is Chicago-style deep dish pizza. But I know our friendship will remain strong and that we will see each other again next semester, at least before I go back to America. A little birdy already told me.

Brittney and English student teacher Owl sing and dance to Baby Shark.