Woken up at 10.30 by Andi the crazy Indonesian (we had a meeting til 12.30 the night before so we were allowed a sleep-in). Crazy Kamal wants us to talk to some students about the classes. You've gotta love living in the place where you work! Talk to students for hour, have some breakfast, plan army lesson (don't tell anyone, it's top secret). Kamal leaves, his 8 year old son stays. Who needs parents anyway? Off to army (shh) for first lesson. Arrive to find they've sneaked an extra 15 students into the class (yes, 15) without telling us. Nice. Obviously they have no books. Also don't have a board so resort to using the bottom of a box to explain the English alphabet to 53 slightly confused captains and majors for 3 hours. Oh by the way it's in the 40s outside. Get back to school to find everything in chaos. Nice to come home. Classes at 7.30, students do a test - when they're not interrupted by Abdul the 8 year old chasing flies. Test runs late so finish 10.30. Babysit Abdul for an hour then it's time to relax.... so the power goes off.
This is a typical mad weekday here. Mental. We get 3 days off every week though, which is pretty nice. We're planning our getaway trip for next month, after we get paid. This month we lived off 350 dollars so we can't wait to get paid!
Let us know you're news folks - how was glasto - it looked pretty wet team? And how are the Beasties doing? Cheers for now, Alex
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Rain. Mud. Rain. More Mud. More rain. Then some more mud. Mud sandwiches, Mud baths, Mud dancing, Mud sweat and tears.
That's neat!
That's your report.
Al x
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