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 remedial comes around, I know that I’ll get to be in the classroom with the kids for English because there are no conflicts like marking, exams, or other classes. In the morning the school bus was very late, so Jovin and Rebecca were packed into a friends’ car and I was left to walk. Along my walk I found some interesting creatures and it seems like it must be the rain that’s bringing all these animals out.
At school I was very productive. Yesterday I did review of the English exam that they took during the week and we got into some good debates about grammar and tense rules. I’m learning a lot by doing all this English teaching and it’s interesting to see how much I’ve taken for granted living with the language my whole life. I see why people say it’s very difficult to learn. I had some free time in between lessons to catch up on some marking of the notes which was time well spent.
I got home around 4:00 yesterday which is unheard of. Normal school days keep me busy until 5:30 or later if I’m going on the bus route. It was sunny for a bit, but a storm rolled in last night and has been pounding down with rain and thunder up until now. This picture doesn’t do the storm justice. One important thing to realize is how abrupt the weather changes. It was bright, sunny, and hot one minute, the next there was a grey fog darkening the sky, wind blowing clothes off the clothesline, and rain slanting in sideways.
Today seems like it should turn out pretty exciting. I was able to sleep in, and woke in a kind of panic when I saw it was light out; it felt like I was late for something even though I have nothing to do for the next couple hours.