Well, I woke up this morning with the words”I don’t want to” on my lips……again. I put off getting out of bed and moved so slowly that I was almost late for school. But, I only have about 2 blocks to walk so it’s hard to be late. One of the other teachers saw me walking and gave me a ride on her motorbike so I was actually early.
I missed my first class today only because I hadn’t received my schedule yet. I taught 3 other classes. I just went through basic introductions – how are you, what is your name, what do you like, etc. It went well for the younger class, but was way too easy for the older classes. I have a bunch more classes this week that are older so I have to figure out how to make it more interesting for them. They are all so shy. It’s very difficult to get some of them to speak and some won’t speak loud enough for you to hear them.
Pat brought me lunch today. It was vegetables and…..you guessed it…..rice. After lunch, I felt the brain fog again that I have been feeling a lot lately. I don’t think it’s just all the new information, culture, language, etc. I think it’s the food. I’m use to eating mostly fruits and vegetables. Now, there are fruits and vegetables, but not much – it’s mostly starch.
I found out that tomorrow I have the class I taught on Monday, again. So, tonight I am trying to come up with a new lesson for them. I really want to be doing something else.
After school, Pat and her husband took me to the night market that happens on Tuesdays and Fridays. There were so many wonderful things. There were also some things I’m pretty sure I’m never going to try to eat. I’m looking forward to having a kitchen so I can go back to the market and buy vegetables! But, I don’t have a table or gas for the stove or a refrigerator so it will have to wait. I got a lot of strange stares for sure. If I wai to the people I see, they stop looking so judgmental and smile and wai back. Then I’m not so scary. They put fabric up between the food stalls to keep out the sun. They were meant for Thai people, not tall foreigners. I had to duck 90% of the time there.
I got home and a table, some chairs and a desk were sitting in front of my door. Yay! Now I can get the little bit of food I have up off the floor onto the table. And I can prepare food in the future on it.
I was just about to post this when I heard a bunch of giggling and “Teacher Rraine” downstairs. I went down and there were 6 students standing there. They gave me milk and pork flavored chips. They asked me a few questions in English, but it was mostly giggling since they are quite shy to speak English.
Now I have lots of instant noodles and a ridiculous amount of milk. Hmmmmm…..should I mix the noodles with the milk?
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