Normally I arrive at Carmen Bajo and unlock the door to my classroom to find it pristine, unchanged from the last time I taught. Laura and I are the only ones with keys, and for the most part we leave each others’ stuff alone, and nobody else goes in there when one of us isn’t around. I didn’t really remember how we’d left it last week though. While the team was on the ground, and since I had a key on me all the time (as opposed to the room downstairs, for which we have to hunt down the key every ten minutes), we used the art room as a storage room for all the craft supplies, guitars, cameras, and various other gringo junk. Assuming that I’d need to sort out some leftover ministry supplies, I came early today. Despite expecting to do a little work, my reaction when I opened the door was “Where the heck am I gonna have class?!” The photo below is en media res because I forgot to take a totally “before” picture.
Again, I’d already been cleaning and sorting and rearranging for 45 minutes before I bothered to take a picture. There were several more very large suitcases full of stuff when I started.
Jackpot! These mostly went upstairs to the women in the kitchen. Mostly.
Jostin and Josué jam on some ukuleles (under very careful supervision). My two favorite parts were that they were both holding them backwards, and they were totally singing along to the awful noise that was emanating from the tiny instruments.
What an influence the Canadians were. Unprovoked, the colegio boys chose to play real field (patio) Hockey instead of Wii Boxing. WHAT?!
