The roads are becoming impassable. In this picture I took yesterday morning you can see a small stream. One day ago, it wasn’t there. It seems like the flash rains and rivers/floods accompanying them are no longer flashes. We’ve reached rainy season and with it muddy season. Yesterday, the route was majorly altered. At school […]

Through all of this teaching and lesson planning, I’m now starting to see one of the most important differences between levels of education. In lower education settings, it’s the role of the teacher to seek out students who struggle; in higher education it’s the role of struggling students to seek out the teacher. This statement

School on a Saturday. Back home I would be appalled, but here I’m excited whenever the day comes that I get to ride the bus to Hope. Yesterday was one of those days. I woke up with a lot of energy which was nice—I had been feeling drained from all of the marking. Whenever weekend

Guess what I did yesterday. More marking! The morning stated off great, for breakfast we had chapati—one of my favorites. It’s this sort of pancake/flatbread that’s really good with a bit of peanut butter. Again, I went with the route alone; Abby is still stuck at home helping with the baby. Once at school my

Yesterday I went on the morning route without Abby. The baby at home is requiring everyone to pitch in a bit extra. It’s funny—being at a school in a different country exposes many of the differences between the US education system and here, but every once in a while something like waiting for a bus

School was mighty boring yesterday. End of month exams began (and will finish today) meaning I was stuck marking all day. I was hoping I could sit in and supervise exams; maybe use that time to read or work on some projects—I wasn’t so lucky. The head teacher announced the group of teachers who would

Yesterday was very productive. Abby and I were on time for the bus route—these days it’s a miracle if we’re only 5 minutes late, so on time is great! At school I was busy with music all day. I never really had a chance to look up; the whole music class was practicing for a

Yesterday was officially the halfway point of my commitment here at hope school. I’m expecting this next month and change to fly by; whenever I reach a halfway mark, I’ve found that time speeds up—unless it’s something I’m not enjoying and want desperately to end. Over the night it had rained nonstop, with a light

I would classify yesterday as a productive bummer. I woke up at 5:30 in the morning so as to be ready to leave for church at 6:00. I was told at 6:30 that we weren’t going. It wasn’t until around 8:00 that everybody woke up and started moving. With those few hours I was able

Yesterday flew by quickly. I’m having a hard time remembering what I even did. In the morning I drove Jovin and Rebecca to school. We were late as usual. As we were leaving the house at 8:30, I asked Jovin, “What time do classes start today?” and he told me 8:00am. Aye, aye, aye. At