One Week Left

This time next thursday I shall have swapped rice for every other food available other than rice, as I will be back in London.

With a little under a week left of my trip I am going to enjoy every last moment I can. The students in my class want to add me on Facebook and I've been thinking about it and have come to the conclusion it's probably not a good idea as they would then be able to find this blog and if they translate every post, they will find out that I have spent more time slagging them off and threatening them with violence than I have praising their linguistic abilities. I may create a second name to give them and send them on a wild goose chase. I haven't quite decided yet. I also find it greatly amusing that a few of the kids are getting colds now because it's now officially winter here. The temperature has literally changed from 28 degrees to 25 degrees and they're getting sick. They shouldn't come to England then in December, they'd drop dead the moment they left the aircraft.

I've been thinking about what I would still like to do and I'm pleased that I haven't thought of anything major, other than checking out a couple of beaches I'm yet to get to. I wouldn't like to go back not having done something which I will regret not doing. Yesterday in class I gave them another test, this time on adjectives and the names of European countries. I realised half way through the class that I had failed to take down a huge map of the world but after having marked the tests, it's clear they weren't savvy enough to remember it was there. A couple of students have got really bad marks in all 4 tests and I would feel bad alerting the director of the project if they try in class, but they don't, so I don't mind. I've only got 4 more lessons with them now and for all the complaining about them, the vast majority of them are all good kids and eager to learn.

Tomorrow morning all the volunteers are meeting at 8 AM to go and paint walls in a high school nearby.  Art was my worst subject at school and so if it requires a steady hand and attention to detail, I will probably take a step back and shout motivational slogans at the rest of the volunteers. They will love me for it.

Thats all I have for you for now, but I will let you know how much my dire art skills have regressed since year 9. Until next time.