Sooo the apologies, basically I sneakily flew back to England without telling people. I am so sorry but i genuinely had no time, no money and knew that seeing friends would make coming back here harder. Anyway i have been back here again for two weeks and have started teaching YAY.
Teaching is genuinely fun and I love the school, the worst part about the job is the way everything gets done in bloody Africa time, also we seem to sometimes cater for parents more than children, apart from that the school is lovely and of course so is everyone in it. Also in my short time there i have participated a parent teacher day ( well i managed to pull off being a teacher with most parents i do believe. ) I found out about this parent teacher day the day before, through a text on a day off, pretty nerve-racking. GO ME!
I think I have found a new friend, a women I teach with, drinking buddy one = check. Its not that i actually have no friends, there are lovely people i teach with, we have some lovely neighbours but one is almost like family now, problem is she has a baby ( actually her nephew ) to take care all the time and she also doesn't have great English but we give it a go, and the problem with others are that they live far.
The rodent situation, well Gold killed one and I haven't seen any others for a while, except i saw one last night in the kitchen, and actually didn't completely freak out, am just avoiding the kitchen ( not really my thing ) until i feel brave again. We have however worked out the residents of our kitchen do not just consist of cockroaches, there is also definitely a lizard/gecko living by the sink and an unidentifiable bug, It's big and black and shiny like a beetle but isn't a beetle, its too fast for us too actually see. Through our observations Billie has decided they are friends who help each other out in terms of getting back to their own little homes and keeping each other brave when the humans are about. I tend to stand at the door making noise before i enter so they can get scared and hide, maybe they wont know I'm actually also scared.
I am still trying to find out about uni placements with little improvement but really want to go. I have also decided i want to volunteer at the orphanage next to the school, they are contacting head office to see if i can and i will hopefully find out next week ( must remember Africa time. ) I am starting to enjoy the food more and am less frustrated in the lack of choice. I am ashamed to admit not once have i had my shoes shined here, on my to do list.
Few things ive learnt : -
Who wants to walk on a path when there's a perfectly good road, there's only cars and goats on it.
Why use traffic lights when there are people to direct, whats traffic anyway?
Obviously you take your own shampoo and conditioner to a salon.
Cold showers in the morning don't get any easier.
The kids and the job eliminate homesickness, i no longer live for the weekend but for the week, although i am looking forward to this weekend. pay day + new drinking buddy and maybe a trip with the bro and sis out of the city.
Teaching is genuinely fun and I love the school, the worst part about the job is the way everything gets done in bloody Africa time, also we seem to sometimes cater for parents more than children, apart from that the school is lovely and of course so is everyone in it. Also in my short time there i have participated a parent teacher day ( well i managed to pull off being a teacher with most parents i do believe. ) I found out about this parent teacher day the day before, through a text on a day off, pretty nerve-racking. GO ME!
I think I have found a new friend, a women I teach with, drinking buddy one = check. Its not that i actually have no friends, there are lovely people i teach with, we have some lovely neighbours but one is almost like family now, problem is she has a baby ( actually her nephew ) to take care all the time and she also doesn't have great English but we give it a go, and the problem with others are that they live far.
The rodent situation, well Gold killed one and I haven't seen any others for a while, except i saw one last night in the kitchen, and actually didn't completely freak out, am just avoiding the kitchen ( not really my thing ) until i feel brave again. We have however worked out the residents of our kitchen do not just consist of cockroaches, there is also definitely a lizard/gecko living by the sink and an unidentifiable bug, It's big and black and shiny like a beetle but isn't a beetle, its too fast for us too actually see. Through our observations Billie has decided they are friends who help each other out in terms of getting back to their own little homes and keeping each other brave when the humans are about. I tend to stand at the door making noise before i enter so they can get scared and hide, maybe they wont know I'm actually also scared.
I am still trying to find out about uni placements with little improvement but really want to go. I have also decided i want to volunteer at the orphanage next to the school, they are contacting head office to see if i can and i will hopefully find out next week ( must remember Africa time. ) I am starting to enjoy the food more and am less frustrated in the lack of choice. I am ashamed to admit not once have i had my shoes shined here, on my to do list.
Few things ive learnt : -
Who wants to walk on a path when there's a perfectly good road, there's only cars and goats on it.
Why use traffic lights when there are people to direct, whats traffic anyway?
Obviously you take your own shampoo and conditioner to a salon.
Cold showers in the morning don't get any easier.
The kids and the job eliminate homesickness, i no longer live for the weekend but for the week, although i am looking forward to this weekend. pay day + new drinking buddy and maybe a trip with the bro and sis out of the city.
