So I have been getting a lot of questions about what a week in Kenya looks like for me. Monday thru Friday are my school days so a typical day looks like this.
Monday-Frisday
6:30 - Start to wake up, usually go back to sleep
6:45-7:20 - Wake up, talk on AIM with friends, answer emails, check Facebook.
7:20 - Fill bucket with water and heat. Although I have running water, I do have to heat it every time I use it. I have an electric heater which is like a wand that I stick inside the bucket and it heats it up in 7-10 minutes. If I don’t take a bath, then I spend more time talking with friends.
7:25-7:35- take bath, get dressed. You would be surprised how fast I can take a bucket bath. Unlike western bathrooms, I don’t have an abundance of hot water so it is a race against time. I have to finish with my bath before the water gets cold. I have mastered it to about 5 min.
7: 35- 7:57- Chill, wait for school to start, organize my classes and materials, and maybe eat some breakfast.
7:57-7:59 - Leave my house and say hello to sasa( the dog). We have started having a morning ritual.
8:00-8:20 - Assembly. This happens Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Hoisting of the flag, singing of the national anthem, prayers and announcements.
8:20-3:10 - classes are in session. 8 class periods, 35 minutes each and broken up with tea breaks and lunch. Every day looks a little different for me. On average I have about 5 lessons a day, except 1 day a week, I have only 2 lessons and 2 days a week I have 6.lessons. It’s about 23 lessons per week total
3:10-4:30 - Organized games. At my school, we have boys football(soccer), girls volleyball( they actually can kick the ball here) and netball( kinda like basketball but it doesn’t touch the ground) and boys and girls track. I help with the volleyball and netball. I refuse to get up by 4am to take the kids running.
After games, it’s my free time. I usually will go to the market to get fruit, go for a walk around the compound or sometimes I am so exhausted from school, I will just go home and sleep. If I feel up to it, I will try and actually cook dinner. Otherwise, PB&J sandwich and a mango or a pineapple. I’m usually in bed by 8, looking over lessons, watching one of the movies I have memorized by heart, chatting on face book or reading a book. I usually fall asleep by 10-11.
My weekends are almost as busy as my week days. Saturday, the ladies and I usually have something planned. It’s the mental health day of our week. Sunday, if I don’t go to church, its my time to sleep in, scheme for the next weeks classes and wash my clothes and dishes that have been piling up all week.And then come monday, I start the whole week again.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
It’s a hurricane of pineapples, mangos and kids!
Although I have 3 weeks of teaching under my belt, I still can’t tell which kids are in which class. Friday’s schedule has me going to class 6 for PE for 35 min and then class 7 for PE. So, I went to class 6 and played some volleyball. My kids love being outdoors and when I said class was finished, one boy( I know, 3 weeks and I STILL don’t know all their names and sign names. You try mastering 60 students names AND their sign names. And that is JUST for your class, you also have to be familiar with the 150 other students names and sign names. It’s not easy!) So this one boy, kept giving me a hard time by pleading for more time. I had to lay my foot down since I was going into another teachers time. So we all went in, I dropped off my class 6 and headed to class 7. Well, I walked in and who should be sitting at HIS desk? The boy from class 6 who was giving me a hard time about coming in! I must have had a really funny look on my face because the entire class started laughing. The little brat was complaining to me about bringing him in early and he was in PE next block! Hopefully this means we have bonded and there will be no more tricks from here on out. I’m nervous how the kids see me sometimes. I know we get along and they have been so patient with me while I am learning their sign names and everything but I KNOW I am not as “ strict” as the other teachers. At home, I know how to be firm and playful at the same time. I know what works and what doesn’t. But here, a teachers idea of firm is using a stick to spank the kids and sometimes it‘s for big AND little things that really don‘t deserve punishment. I haven’t found a happy medium yet. Right now I am just being myself but sometimes I feel like being myself is too lenient, like it’s closer to being their friend then their teacher. I think I just have to remind myself that I will be the worst teacher during these first 3 months. Then after that, I will have figured out.
Saturday, one of the teachers decided to take me to her home in Kisii. I have the next 2 months planned with visiting different teachers homes. Unlike kericho which is in the rift valley, Kisii is to the west near lake Victoria. It was fun to get out of Litein and travel to a different place. If you stay on the compound for to long, you can get island fever. I got a lot of shopping done for my house and had a blast with the ladies. We stopped for lunch at a really good hotel where the other tables children decided it would be fun to see how close they could get to a muzungu and touch it without getting noticed. I love it( loaded with sarcasm) how mothers bring little babies right in front of your face and laugh when the baby starts crying. I bet you would cry too if so far all you have seen are black faces and then all of a sudden you have this white face in front of you. It would be scary as hell. At times I feel like I am in a zoo and I am the main attraction. Kids want to touch me but they aren't sure if I'll bite. Grown ups can't stop staring and they aren't subtle about it either. Some days I can just laugh it off but others I get a little frustrated. Today was one of those days. I think it was a combination of the heat and not being able to sleep in. On the way home, I found out, you can still get a lot of shopping done and you don’t even have to get out of the matatu. The minute the matau stops, men and women rush over and circle the matatu selling their produce. If you are sitting by the window, they will open it and push ripe pineapples and mangos in your face. “6 for 100, 6 for 100” they say as they push 6 pineapples inside the window. All of a sudden whether you were going to buy them or not, You have 6 giant pineapples in your lap and all of a sudden you feel like your drowning in pineapples. And of course there are different people selling the same things, so if you say yes to one pineapple lady, the other pineapple ladies flock to you expecting you to buy 12 pineapples, like 6 is still not enough. It’s a hurricane of pineapples, mangos, bananas, and passion fruit inside one very small matatu. By the time we got home, we were all exhausted. I cut up one of my pineapples( yes, I gave in and bought some) and went straight to bed. Plans for tomorrow???? I’m sleeping in, working on my schemes and lesson plans and finishing my wash, I’m wearing my last clean pair of panties.
P.S.
If you have Facebook, I have posted pictures onto my FB account. I'm still trying to figure out Flickr for the blog. I should have it sorted before my 2 yrs are up. :)
Saturday, one of the teachers decided to take me to her home in Kisii. I have the next 2 months planned with visiting different teachers homes. Unlike kericho which is in the rift valley, Kisii is to the west near lake Victoria. It was fun to get out of Litein and travel to a different place. If you stay on the compound for to long, you can get island fever. I got a lot of shopping done for my house and had a blast with the ladies. We stopped for lunch at a really good hotel where the other tables children decided it would be fun to see how close they could get to a muzungu and touch it without getting noticed. I love it( loaded with sarcasm) how mothers bring little babies right in front of your face and laugh when the baby starts crying. I bet you would cry too if so far all you have seen are black faces and then all of a sudden you have this white face in front of you. It would be scary as hell. At times I feel like I am in a zoo and I am the main attraction. Kids want to touch me but they aren't sure if I'll bite. Grown ups can't stop staring and they aren't subtle about it either. Some days I can just laugh it off but others I get a little frustrated. Today was one of those days. I think it was a combination of the heat and not being able to sleep in. On the way home, I found out, you can still get a lot of shopping done and you don’t even have to get out of the matatu. The minute the matau stops, men and women rush over and circle the matatu selling their produce. If you are sitting by the window, they will open it and push ripe pineapples and mangos in your face. “6 for 100, 6 for 100” they say as they push 6 pineapples inside the window. All of a sudden whether you were going to buy them or not, You have 6 giant pineapples in your lap and all of a sudden you feel like your drowning in pineapples. And of course there are different people selling the same things, so if you say yes to one pineapple lady, the other pineapple ladies flock to you expecting you to buy 12 pineapples, like 6 is still not enough. It’s a hurricane of pineapples, mangos, bananas, and passion fruit inside one very small matatu. By the time we got home, we were all exhausted. I cut up one of my pineapples( yes, I gave in and bought some) and went straight to bed. Plans for tomorrow???? I’m sleeping in, working on my schemes and lesson plans and finishing my wash, I’m wearing my last clean pair of panties.
P.S.
If you have Facebook, I have posted pictures onto my FB account. I'm still trying to figure out Flickr for the blog. I should have it sorted before my 2 yrs are up. :)
Monday, January 25, 2010
Rolling down hills and arguing with touts
So I now have been in country for almost 3 months with 2 weeks of teaching under my belt. and I am embarking on my 3rd week. I have to admit, the beginning was a little rough but I am starting to feel comfortable in my surroundings and enjoying this experience. Today, some of the teachers and I took a mental health day and escaped from the compound. Living on the school grounds, although convenient, can start to feel like living on an island. So we decided to get away from Litein and go on a picnic. One of the teachers cooked some food for us and we headed to one of the few well kept parks in Kericho.
When people think of Africa, they think of savannahs with hot temperatures and wild animals everywhere. Believe it or not, my site looks more like Ireland. Granted it’s hotter and less rocky than Ireland, but it shares the same rolling green hills, the endless skies and the flowing rivers. Kericho is the tea capitol in Kenya so tea farms are everywhere as far as the eye can see. Sometimes, you can see the little white and black dots of the tea pickers, working hard under the warm sun. The park we decided to go is nestled within a tea field, with a pond covered in white lotus flowers at the base of the hill. As we sat in the cool shade eating our lunch, some monkeys decided to join us, swinging from the tree tops. The sign says they were velvet monkeys although I know there is another name for them. They have beautiful flowing white tails and black bodies. Their coloring reminds me of skunks with longer hair. You could hear them howling from across the pond. I think they smelled Nandai’s amazing chicken and chapti.
Nandai is about 33 yrs old and teaches the lower primary at St Kizitos. She is what an typical African women looks like, big, black, tall and beautiful. She is an amazing cook and a talker just like me. I think that may be why we get on so well. She has a great sense of humor and is an open book. Mary is similar to Nandai except shes a lot shorter. Shes also got a great sense of humor and I feel comfortable talking to her about everything. The last of the 4 musketeers and my counterpart is Sister Nazarine. She is by far the coolest nun I have ever met. She is funny, caring and enjoys my American bluntness. She answers all of my questions honestly and I can go to her whenever I need help.
So the 4 of us and Nandai and mary’s boys spent the day running around the park, rolling down hills and taking many pictures. We had so much fun, by the time the taxi came to pick us up, we were sad to leave. After dropping of Nandai, we hopped on a matatu to head home. The price for the matatu was 50 shillings per person which is fair. Up till now, I have had really good luck with matatu conductors, giving me the right change and fair prices and all that. I was actually starting to feel like a local. This conductor however, thought I needed to be reminded that I was a muzungu and still a tourist. I had decided to be nice and pay for Nazarine and mary so I gave the conductor 200 shillings with the thought that he would give me change. He decided then and there that the price would go up to 70 shillings and that I owed him 10 shillings more. Nazarine immediately refused and reminded him he agreed to 50 per person. I thought, she being a nun would get it sorted out. I was wrong. I found it funny that the Matatu was covered in Jesus stickers, and yet the conductor decided to be a cheat and steal money from us. I guess it was a stupid assumption that most people practice what they preached here. Although we argued with him the entire trip home, we never got our 50 shillings back but he never got his 10 shillings either. It’s so frustrating to cheated out of something just because of the color of your skin. The only reason he upped the price was because I was paying. If I had kept my mouth shut and my wallet, We would have gotten the normal amount. I know I have only been in country for 3 months but sometimes I just want to yell at them that I am not a tourist, I am staying. But, I know I can’t so I’m taking it as a lessoned learned and hope for a more honest conductor the next time.
* Matatu- a small 14 seater van. The most common form of public transportation. However, they don’t have set prices so you have to constantly argue over price with them.
*conductor- the man on the matatu who collects the money and directs people on and off the bus.
If you have any questions, fell free to ask them. my email is dmharvey86@hotmail.com
When people think of Africa, they think of savannahs with hot temperatures and wild animals everywhere. Believe it or not, my site looks more like Ireland. Granted it’s hotter and less rocky than Ireland, but it shares the same rolling green hills, the endless skies and the flowing rivers. Kericho is the tea capitol in Kenya so tea farms are everywhere as far as the eye can see. Sometimes, you can see the little white and black dots of the tea pickers, working hard under the warm sun. The park we decided to go is nestled within a tea field, with a pond covered in white lotus flowers at the base of the hill. As we sat in the cool shade eating our lunch, some monkeys decided to join us, swinging from the tree tops. The sign says they were velvet monkeys although I know there is another name for them. They have beautiful flowing white tails and black bodies. Their coloring reminds me of skunks with longer hair. You could hear them howling from across the pond. I think they smelled Nandai’s amazing chicken and chapti.
Nandai is about 33 yrs old and teaches the lower primary at St Kizitos. She is what an typical African women looks like, big, black, tall and beautiful. She is an amazing cook and a talker just like me. I think that may be why we get on so well. She has a great sense of humor and is an open book. Mary is similar to Nandai except shes a lot shorter. Shes also got a great sense of humor and I feel comfortable talking to her about everything. The last of the 4 musketeers and my counterpart is Sister Nazarine. She is by far the coolest nun I have ever met. She is funny, caring and enjoys my American bluntness. She answers all of my questions honestly and I can go to her whenever I need help.
So the 4 of us and Nandai and mary’s boys spent the day running around the park, rolling down hills and taking many pictures. We had so much fun, by the time the taxi came to pick us up, we were sad to leave. After dropping of Nandai, we hopped on a matatu to head home. The price for the matatu was 50 shillings per person which is fair. Up till now, I have had really good luck with matatu conductors, giving me the right change and fair prices and all that. I was actually starting to feel like a local. This conductor however, thought I needed to be reminded that I was a muzungu and still a tourist. I had decided to be nice and pay for Nazarine and mary so I gave the conductor 200 shillings with the thought that he would give me change. He decided then and there that the price would go up to 70 shillings and that I owed him 10 shillings more. Nazarine immediately refused and reminded him he agreed to 50 per person. I thought, she being a nun would get it sorted out. I was wrong. I found it funny that the Matatu was covered in Jesus stickers, and yet the conductor decided to be a cheat and steal money from us. I guess it was a stupid assumption that most people practice what they preached here. Although we argued with him the entire trip home, we never got our 50 shillings back but he never got his 10 shillings either. It’s so frustrating to cheated out of something just because of the color of your skin. The only reason he upped the price was because I was paying. If I had kept my mouth shut and my wallet, We would have gotten the normal amount. I know I have only been in country for 3 months but sometimes I just want to yell at them that I am not a tourist, I am staying. But, I know I can’t so I’m taking it as a lessoned learned and hope for a more honest conductor the next time.
* Matatu- a small 14 seater van. The most common form of public transportation. However, they don’t have set prices so you have to constantly argue over price with them.
*conductor- the man on the matatu who collects the money and directs people on and off the bus.
If you have any questions, fell free to ask them. my email is dmharvey86@hotmail.com
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Awesome day!
Today was probably the best day I have had so far at my site. So if you remember, I had been suckered into taking the KSL class 8. It is the class without a work book, that will be tested in the national exams, has never been taught before and has a syllabus that makes no sense what so ever. Well since I got the class, I have been so stressed over what to teach them. Do I follow the syllabus that makes no sense? Do I teach them something even I don’t know? If I decide to just teach them functional skills, what counts as functional skills in sign language? Today, I decided to teach them something I know. I was surprised it was a success. Or least I think it was a success. At least I felt confident that I knew the subject. As class was finishing up, one of the students came up to me and started asking me the signs for a bunch of vocabulary. Some were simple, ones I already knew. Others I had to look up. But I felt like a real breakthrough happened. The students were starting to ask questions, starting to understand me. I felt like a real teacher. I signed the word large and used the facial expressions that go along with the sign. The students started to laugh. I realized they had no idea what facial expressions were. The light bulb came on. I was going to teach them what I knew and maybe have fun doing it. I have always wanted to come to Kenya but wanting something and actually experiencing it totally different. This journey has been hard, frustrating and at times I seriously contemplated going home. But I am really glad I stuck with it. I’m sure there will be bad days ahead of me but at least I know I can expect good days as well. I am starting to fall in love with this country and the people. But what I love most is the not knowing what is still in store for me.
P.S.
I don’t know if I have said it yet, but I wanted to thank those who have supported me through all of this. I could not have done it without any of you.
P.S.
I don’t know if I have said it yet, but I wanted to thank those who have supported me through all of this. I could not have done it without any of you.
Things I need/miss
Packages, if you would like to send me something( I wouldn’t mind). Here are something’s I could use
Books! Books are expensive here and the bookstores are few and far between.
Any novels. I love the Stephanie plum series and the women’s murder club series.
ASL grammar books
Teaching books
Pictures of home/people
News happening in the US
Magazines
American candy
And surprises/odds and ends are the most fun
If sending a package. You have to bend the truth on what’s inside. School donations, used clothes, used books etc. Also do not claim over $100. Make a list of what inside the package, that way I’ll know if anything is missing. Place the label on the crease. It’s harder for the post office to open it without us knowing. But most importantly, do not spend a fortune. Letters are also greatly appriciated. Address is posted throughout the blog. hope all is well and miss you all.
Books! Books are expensive here and the bookstores are few and far between.
Any novels. I love the Stephanie plum series and the women’s murder club series.
ASL grammar books
Teaching books
Pictures of home/people
News happening in the US
Magazines
American candy
And surprises/odds and ends are the most fun
If sending a package. You have to bend the truth on what’s inside. School donations, used clothes, used books etc. Also do not claim over $100. Make a list of what inside the package, that way I’ll know if anything is missing. Place the label on the crease. It’s harder for the post office to open it without us knowing. But most importantly, do not spend a fortune. Letters are also greatly appriciated. Address is posted throughout the blog. hope all is well and miss you all.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Toilet paper, jesus and chickens
More valuable lessons from my site
At my site, you have 2 types of water to choose from. The 1st type tastes like chlorine due to the purification. The 2nd type is brown due to the river.
No matter how normal you think it is or how beautiful the sun is, leaving your door open is an invitation for unexpected guests, like children, neighbors and chickens to just walk in. Yup 1st one racists cow and now a chicken who prefers my house to his.
When seeing a white person, children think that you are on speaking terms with President Obama. It's really fun to play this one up for the kids.
Due to the lack of book stores at my site and the price for a book, you will find it normal to reread a book 20x and still read it each time as if it was your first time.
When someone comes up to you and asks if you have been saved by Jesus, it would be beneficial to you if you DO NOT lie in this situation. Otherwise you will be stuck in a 2 hour lecture on a subject you know nothing about.
Greetings are very important here in Kenya. That’s why you don’t see Costco size boxes of toilet paper. Why not just buy 1 role at a time, that way you can go back to the store and talk to your friends. I have found this is the only way I can leave my compound and go into the village.
The more rual parts of Kenya are on a different time than everyone else. It's called kenyan time. You have a meeting at 4pm? Better make it 6:30. You are thinking a quick trip into market to pick up your skirts, better make sure you have 2 hours to spare to talk to the people you meet on the way.
Even though I have tried to correct them and stay far away from the computer, my site thinks all visitors(another word for white people) know how to fix computers, teach english, and eat snakes. I am trying really hard not to break our school computer...and to stay away from snakes.
At my site, you have 2 types of water to choose from. The 1st type tastes like chlorine due to the purification. The 2nd type is brown due to the river.
No matter how normal you think it is or how beautiful the sun is, leaving your door open is an invitation for unexpected guests, like children, neighbors and chickens to just walk in. Yup 1st one racists cow and now a chicken who prefers my house to his.
When seeing a white person, children think that you are on speaking terms with President Obama. It's really fun to play this one up for the kids.
Due to the lack of book stores at my site and the price for a book, you will find it normal to reread a book 20x and still read it each time as if it was your first time.
When someone comes up to you and asks if you have been saved by Jesus, it would be beneficial to you if you DO NOT lie in this situation. Otherwise you will be stuck in a 2 hour lecture on a subject you know nothing about.
Greetings are very important here in Kenya. That’s why you don’t see Costco size boxes of toilet paper. Why not just buy 1 role at a time, that way you can go back to the store and talk to your friends. I have found this is the only way I can leave my compound and go into the village.
The more rual parts of Kenya are on a different time than everyone else. It's called kenyan time. You have a meeting at 4pm? Better make it 6:30. You are thinking a quick trip into market to pick up your skirts, better make sure you have 2 hours to spare to talk to the people you meet on the way.
Even though I have tried to correct them and stay far away from the computer, my site thinks all visitors(another word for white people) know how to fix computers, teach english, and eat snakes. I am trying really hard not to break our school computer...and to stay away from snakes.
Rare African disease that makes really weird shit happen
It’s only Tuesday and I am exhausted. I only had 2 classes today and came home after lunch around 1. I then proceeded to fall asleep till 3. I have a theory it may have something to do with my dreams. I don’t know the cause but I have been having some REALLY weird dreams lately. I thought once I was settled, they would go away but nope. These dreams aren‘t your typical floating in the sky kinda dream, these are your scary eyes are open, moving around the house still dreaming kinda dreams. Luckily I haven’t walked outside yet. But I have taken my mosquito net down and put it back up again because I thought I was moving, but more on that dream later .
My first dream consisted of the children. I dreamt that the students were surrounding my house and hanging out inside my room. But they weren’t there doing just nothing. They were trying to teach me their sign names. I was lying on my back in bed as the children were surrounding me, hanging in my window, sitting on my bed. I was trying to tell them to stop and that it was slightly inappropriate for them to be here ( the ladies were out, plus it was my room!) but they wouldn’t listen. So I just sat there, arms crossed , frustrated, trying to wait them out. They won. I think I fell asleep before they left. I woke up the next morning finding out the kids were a dream but the pimple was not.
My second night ,I dreamt I was in staff meetings all day. Except, there were no lights and I had my sleeping bag with me, which was embarrassing. I was also sitting on my bed while everyone else was sitting at their desk which I found a little odd. Not to mention I had the ladies out. Even in your dreams you are self conscious about the ladies hanging out. It’s not a good feeling. Anyway, every time I would look around, I was in a different room except I had my sleeping bag and no bra still. But then I figured out if I closed my eyes, I could jet myself back to my room. But every time I opened them again, I was in another meeting sitting on my bed with my sleeping bag and no bra still. I wasn’t getting anywhere. I think I finally fell asleep due to frustration.
For my third crazy dream, the school woke me up and told me I was going to move to the south part of the dorms. So, I thought to myself I should start packing, I have a lot of shit. Except I hate packing and never know where to start. So, I sat in my bed contemplating it for awhile. As I was sitting on my bed thinking and looking at all my stuff, 2 things happened. 1st, I had found a pimple, my first pimple by the way since I have been in Kenya and the 2nd was the mosquito net kept getting in my way. Ah ha! I figured out what to pack up first. So, in the dark mind you, I started take down my mosquito net but I couldn’t find the bag to carry it. So frustrated I sat back down on my bed with my mosquito net bunched around me, cursing the world for my pimple and my missing bag. I think that’s when it started to sink in… we don’t have a south part of the dorms. Well, things started to get a little hazy after that. I didn’t understand why they would want me to move in the middle of the night with no lights on. So I decided to go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning.
Now you see why I am so tired?! I am starting to think I may have some rare African disease that causes really weird shit to happen to you at night. What do you think?
My first dream consisted of the children. I dreamt that the students were surrounding my house and hanging out inside my room. But they weren’t there doing just nothing. They were trying to teach me their sign names. I was lying on my back in bed as the children were surrounding me, hanging in my window, sitting on my bed. I was trying to tell them to stop and that it was slightly inappropriate for them to be here ( the ladies were out, plus it was my room!) but they wouldn’t listen. So I just sat there, arms crossed , frustrated, trying to wait them out. They won. I think I fell asleep before they left. I woke up the next morning finding out the kids were a dream but the pimple was not.
My second night ,I dreamt I was in staff meetings all day. Except, there were no lights and I had my sleeping bag with me, which was embarrassing. I was also sitting on my bed while everyone else was sitting at their desk which I found a little odd. Not to mention I had the ladies out. Even in your dreams you are self conscious about the ladies hanging out. It’s not a good feeling. Anyway, every time I would look around, I was in a different room except I had my sleeping bag and no bra still. But then I figured out if I closed my eyes, I could jet myself back to my room. But every time I opened them again, I was in another meeting sitting on my bed with my sleeping bag and no bra still. I wasn’t getting anywhere. I think I finally fell asleep due to frustration.
For my third crazy dream, the school woke me up and told me I was going to move to the south part of the dorms. So, I thought to myself I should start packing, I have a lot of shit. Except I hate packing and never know where to start. So, I sat in my bed contemplating it for awhile. As I was sitting on my bed thinking and looking at all my stuff, 2 things happened. 1st, I had found a pimple, my first pimple by the way since I have been in Kenya and the 2nd was the mosquito net kept getting in my way. Ah ha! I figured out what to pack up first. So, in the dark mind you, I started take down my mosquito net but I couldn’t find the bag to carry it. So frustrated I sat back down on my bed with my mosquito net bunched around me, cursing the world for my pimple and my missing bag. I think that’s when it started to sink in… we don’t have a south part of the dorms. Well, things started to get a little hazy after that. I didn’t understand why they would want me to move in the middle of the night with no lights on. So I decided to go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning.
Now you see why I am so tired?! I am starting to think I may have some rare African disease that causes really weird shit to happen to you at night. What do you think?
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