Wednesday I was at 2 different schools-- a public school where I spent time with grade 8, and a private high school where I interacted outside the classroom with a bunch of students.
Thursday and Friday I was with Grade 7 and taught an hour of science to Grade 6 (with only 20 minutes prep, I'll have you know.) Friday I wasn't planning on being with them anymore, but my Grade 7 grabbed me and told me they were making a chocolate cake on a giko (basically a small gas stove that uses charcoal). I was fascinated to see how it would turn out, so I tagged along and helped out. And I must say, though it took longer than it otherwise might have, it didn't turn out bad! They also might have followed the recipe closer, but it was fun. After a morning spent baking cake (and sitting in on the rest of their lessons), I had a meeting with their principal, Ms. Clara, whom I've met with before.
Ms. Clara is the one who has helped me organize this internship at the school and is the primary person I emailed while still in the states. She knows a lot about the Kenyan education system (obviously) so I've learned a lot from her. We talked for over an hour yesterday (and even longer the Friday before) about it and I have such a deeper understanding because of it. Talks with her have been invaluable.
Fridays we get out of school early and I was so exhausted I was excited to get home early. With an exclamation from one of the teachers, "Let's start this weekend early!" we pulled out of the school, up the road, and the bus jerked a few times and broke down. Hooray. A few minutes of keeping the kids entertained later the other bus pulled up and we packed it full with all the kids. It was so crowded and we eventually surrendered to the noise. We then had twice the number of kids to drop off and my stop is one of the last stops. So much for getting home early.
Monday I start at a new school, a public school in the slum of Kawangware, so that'll be interesting. Prayers please for that experience. And for energy-- I'm sleeping 8 hours most nights and am still exhausted by the end of each week. Other than that, I'm giving thanks for the incredible opportunities I've had and for the things I've learned.
Fridays we get out of school early and I was so exhausted I was excited to get home early. With an exclamation from one of the teachers, "Let's start this weekend early!" we pulled out of the school, up the road, and the bus jerked a few times and broke down. Hooray. A few minutes of keeping the kids entertained later the other bus pulled up and we packed it full with all the kids. It was so crowded and we eventually surrendered to the noise. We then had twice the number of kids to drop off and my stop is one of the last stops. So much for getting home early.
Monday I start at a new school, a public school in the slum of Kawangware, so that'll be interesting. Prayers please for that experience. And for energy-- I'm sleeping 8 hours most nights and am still exhausted by the end of each week. Other than that, I'm giving thanks for the incredible opportunities I've had and for the things I've learned.
(This is a giko)
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