Friday, September 11, 2009

One of Those Days


Wake up at 5:30. Plan lessons. Walk 35 minutes in mud/light rain. USAID car splashes freshly cleaned and ironed skirt with mud. Children literally stop walking to stare at dirt on very white legs. Arrive at school, try with limited success to clean mud off of shoes/legs/skirt with rainwater/leaves/tissues. Go to math class. Disruptive students express doubt in my ability to do math as I (correctly) demonstrate simple arithmetic problems. Go to science class. Very disruptive students try to get under my skin, succeed. Leave class early. Go to town. Buy food. Hear girl in market yelling at me: "White woman, you too UGLY! You too ugly! You butt too flat!" 40 minute walk home in mud. Eat baked goods. Take nap. Drag self out of bed to go back to school for afternoon classes. 35 minute walk in somewhat drier mud. No students anywhere at school. 35 minute walk home.



  1. Wow, what a day. I hope things get better! There are always ups and downs out there. You'll get through it!

  2. I'm sure that lady in the market was yelling at some other whi--oh right...Africa. Well, at least you know to sprinkle in a verb every once in a while when you're talking. And there's nothing uglier than poor grammar. Point 1 for Erin.