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 my boots) Lucas was in a rush to drive Abby and I to school. This did mean I skipped breakfast, but it was okay because school has porridge every morning as a backup. I know I’ve been talking about the treacherous roads recently, yesterday morning it finally happened. We got stuck.
There have been some times where we’ve gotten a tire spun down into the mud, and it seemed like we might be stationary for a couple minutes, but it never seemed like something a bit of pushing and drive-reverse rocking couldn’t handle. This time when we started sledding back down the hill towards a little ditch, I knew it wasn’t our typical sticky situation.
Some reinforcements were called in for transporting the kids and in the process of waiting, our bus had been successfully removed from the ditch, then managed to slide further down the hill and get stuck once more. A large crowd has gathered and they were all helping to try and get the bus out of the mud. But the effort was fruitless; it was later in the day that a safari cruiser had to come and tow the bus out. I didn’t go on the afternoon route, but I heard from Abby that they got stuck again—different spot, I hope—less serious though.
I was very busy at school yesterday. My only downtime was the hour long period between my arrival and my first lesson. I started with English and did some review of exam material because class 7 has a government proctored exam today; the city is sending an “invigilator” (whatever that is) to proctor exams all day long. After break I went to music where we got busy. Ezekia and I have decided that we were a bit wishful with the guitarists, so we lessened the difficulty of their song contributions. Most of the kids have no hope for mastering fingering, plucking, strumming, and rhythm. We’ve settled on having them strum one chord with the beat of various songs. I’m hoping a couple kids stand out and can change between chords in a song, but from what I’ve seen it might take a while.
After lunch, while in music (which lasts every lesson from 9:30 to 3:30 on Tuesdays), Pius told me I had to cover a lesson for him because he was having meetings with some misbehaving students. I had previously told him I was busy with music, so I was upset at his lack of consideration. It was fine, though, I just had to give English a few assignments to do and I spent the rest of lesson where with my protégés.
After normal school hours ended I was planning on teaching English lessons—first remedial period with one class 7 stream, second remedial period with the other. And Pius and I had talked about this; he seemed to understand the plan. When it hit 3:30, Pius gathered both streams into one room, interrupting my plan of teaching a lesson and another teacher’s lesson time as well. Don’t get me wrong, Pius’ teaching style is great, the kids love him, and he’s a good teacher overall. His planning and time management are not at the same level as his teaching.
I went on a new bus route with remedial. A teacher was sick so I had to take his spot helping manage the kids. It had been a while since going on remedial route and I had forgot how late we get home. I was pretty tired once getting back to the house; I helped Jovin and Rebecca with some homework, ate some dinner, then went to sleep.