I’m not quite sure how I feel about yesterday. It was a productive waste of time, if that can exist. I slept in an extra hour. The morning route didn’t need me and for that I am grateful—it leaves school around 6:30, so I would’ve had to get up at 5:30 (ON A SATURDAY)! I […]

Yesterday flew past. I was walking to school at 7:00, looked up and then I was on a bus going home. Normally fast days mean busyness—this pattern applies to yesterday. I got to school and was thrown into the class 7 testing room. I had to be in music though, so I was flustered trying

Yesterday morning there was an incident on the route. Before any kids had boarded the bus, we managed to do a little damage to our beautiful machine. It disappears when you look at the bus as a whole; the dent feels more natural for the state of our half-running bus. We hit a little concrete

The morning route when fine. There was a little bit of trauma lingering in the air from the previous day. The roads were dried out as it hadn’t rained over night, so it was fine driving. We arrived at school around 8:00. I had to get right to preparing for exams and missed out on

It was an eventful one yesterday. I woke up really well. I remember jolting out of bed, narrowly beating my alarm to the punch, and being fully ready for the day in a matter of seconds. It was a good thing that I was moving quickly; at 6:30 (right around when I’m normally slipping into

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