I had my
best day yet! Started off w/breakfast which is a little different
everyday-French toast today. Pam updated us on the timetable. Then Ann, Emily,
and I were off for our daily jaunt with Samuel to the school. Now, we often see
some of the same people as we meander through the so called path. Baby dogs and
cats, goats always and some of the same people cooking breakfast. Along the
way, a young student came up and said "Are you Roger" . I said yes,
and then he proceed to tell me he meet me Saturday near the main road. I was
amazed and didn't tell him I didn't remember, but that I would look for him at
school. His name was Emanuel.
At the
school, I immediately went to the 7th grade class because I didn't see Mr.
Daniel. Some students were carrying chairs to another location. I asked why and
they said it was because they were going to have worship. I then followed them
to another room, where both the 7th and the 8th graders were in one room. After
a bit, some drums began beating, and students began singing and dancing. Some
had such joy on their faces, pure ecstasy. Others danced in a line, their
gyrations would put Elvis Presley to shame. Others reaching to the sky with
their hands. It was probably similar to a Pentecostal revival service. I was
very touched and moved by their total freedom to express themselves. Later they
had sermon from one of the teachers at the school. This worship was for the
whole school, so 4 other rooms were all doing the same.
Daniel,
the teacher, had found me early in the worship, expressing concern for me. He
is such a great guy. I feel so lucky to have worked with him. After the service,
I sat with him, just talking about school things. Then at 10 AM, we went to
math class. On the short walk, he told me I should teach the class. I mildly
chastised him for giving me such short notice but I had prepared some material
last night just in case. The first problem I gave the class was given a
lukewarm response but the second problem was met with much more enthusiasm. By
the third problem, they were in full participation mode. These were kind of
trick problems, that made them think out side the box. I left them without
telling them any answers, telling them they would have to wait for the next
day.
The
second group, social studies, was covering rights and duties of citizens.
Daniel and I co-taught that class. He would write on the board and explain what
it meant and I would give some specific examples and ask them questions about
the meaning. It worked out great. I noticed that Daniel was moving away from
the front of the room while speaking now too, which I think is important.
Tomorrow, we may get an opportunity to take the whole class to the Health
Clinic for Blood pressure checks.
In the
afternoon, all the volunteers went back to the Library for a individual reading
sessions with students. I have been helping a 10 year old boy named Fredrick.
He is really a good reader and seems very intelligent. Today, he immediately
found the book that he was reading the day before and the page. Generally,
there are maybe two others that join us. From the library, we took a van to the
Bead Factory. It was about a 30 minute drive and on the way, we went through
another town that seem to have a lot of shops. At one point, we turned onto a
nondescript road. When we pass the pig sleeping in the road, I knew we were
there.
The
bead factory was like an oasis in the desert. Very calm and serene, an orchard
of mango and date palm trees, grass in front of the very nice abodes. Mark
spent lots of time with us, explaining all the details of making different
beads. It was very informative. Later, we all went to the store to buy some
jewelry. Some took longer than others deciding what to get while I waited
outside talking to Mark and Samuel again. Nicholas drove us back to the
guesthouse.
Dinner
again at 7 pm. Now we found out no school on Friday, but I think we have adjusted
to the place and flexibility is our inbred in our nature. After dinner, I went
to my room, quite tired yet it was only 8 pm. Good night.
- Roger
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