Monday was an early rise. We had to be up by 6:30 to eat and be in the village early to teach our first day at michamvi school. Our group was really excited and we got ready fast and headed to the school. We all separated and we found our standard 4 kids all sitting quietly waiting for us. They were adorable, polite, and well behaved. Unlike most 10-12 year olds I know at home. They had the biggest smiles and loved listening and participating.
We started the day with a test to see what they already knew about HIV and aids, and then went into the intro and progression sections we have done so many times. The kids loved participating so we played a couple games and sang some songs with them to keep them interested. When we came back from recess, they sang us a song in English welcoming us to their school and saying they were so happy we were there. I nearly cried.
I taught the puberty lesson which led to a lot of questions about pubic hair and boys puberty which I thought was funny. After that we came home for lunch with the teaching partners and things started to get out of control. There are about 15 of us normally that eat at kichanga and when the teaching partners come it's more like 21 or so. I feel like the kitchen knows this but refuses to make enough food.
Not to mention all of us take sparing amounts of food to make sure everybody gets some but the teaching partners don't know the concept of conservation. They pile their plates with rice and beans and sure enough every lunch time at least 5 of us go without food.
It's a mild annoyance until it happens everyday. I haven't been able to get lunch the last three days and counting. It's usually me, Aliviana, Selina, and Lily and Jessica. And then we treck over to the kitchen and they have to make us more food. Every day. I Dont really get why they don't just make more.
So Monday I had to wait a good hour for food but they ended up bringing us some pasta which made me ecstatic.
We did some work and soon enough it was dinner time and we had some pretty nice food selections again; fish rice and fruit and veggies. I was so excited I lost all my energy and went to bed fairly early.
When Lily and I headed to bed we saw this long centipede-looking bug crawling out of our room; the same bug that was on my bed two nights before and the one that had bit Jessica the night before. We had a miraculous killing spree with this thing. It was like a zombie. Always coming back alive. Once lily finally squished it she saw it was still moving. I've watched enough zombie movies to know you have to cut the head off to kill it so that's what I did. And then flipped a stool over and smooshed the rest of it for good measure.
We went to bed heroes of the room.
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