Things that Probably Only Happen to Me

As the title suggests, here are some things that I’m convinced only happen to me:

1. A group of old ladies show up at the public tap when I’m bathing to watch the American struggle. Gossiping to each other with cups of tea in hand, it’s like social hour for them. They sit on stone fence around the well and just have a grand time. And I certainly do struggle- the water is glacier runoff and it’s already freezing here, so I’m gasping for air and shivering so much I get shampoo all over everything.  Admittedly, old women don’t follow me around in the US, but I’d like to think my life has enough comic relief that it’s not out of the question.

A public tap with people bathing

2. I was making inedible, ant-infested foodstuff disappear so well, I was about to be given a Vegas magic show. I got a little too confident and forgot it was a high-stakes situation. And then my student requested to see photos on my cell phone. I reached into my pocket, forgetting there was all the food in the world under there. I grabbed my phone and felt all the mush, but it didn’t cross my mind that was what it was until after i was already in the motion of pulling out my phone. My heart sank. My student saw the food she had given me, and she asked what was going on. Thinking on my feet, I said it was for the long walk home; that I wanted to make sure i didn’t get hungry, and that the food was so good, I wanted it to last. I *think* she believed me, but who knows.

One of the deaf boys playing with my family’s dog.

3. The kids with disabilities conspire to let me win at games. I’ve finally gotten good enough at Nepali Sign Language that I can understand more than 50% of their conversations. I spend around an hour playing with them each day, mostly soccer or some variation on it. I always play with only my left foot (I’m right handed) so that I can develop my own skills and still ensure the kids are successful (I’m playing against 3-10 year olds). The other day, I saw the three oldest kids frantically signing to each other as I was about to kick the ball. They were telling each other to let me score! I took the opportunity to crush them.

About the Author

Catherine (Katie) Klapheke

Fulbright Scholar to South/Central Asia. Passionate about women's rights and empowerment. Studied Labor Relations with concentrations in Social Statistics, Inequality Studies, Disability Studies, and Music at Cornell University. Double bassist, cook, and ESL teacher on the side.