Kipilefti

It’s been more than two weeks since school opened. “Maybe you’ll teach tomorrow,” the teachers tell me. They’re all relaxed about it, they’ve all taught before, they’re Tanzanian and they’re used to being perpetually behind schedule. I’m learning to be patient but I don’t like this ambiguity, this idea that I might start to teach today or a week from today. I sit in my computer lab, sometimes working and sometimes perfecting my spider solitaire skills, and wish I could start teaching so I could stop thinking so much.

The past couple school days I’ve let the students into the lab for free time for a couple hours. It makes me happy but also gives me a headache, not so much because they’re loud (they’re pretty quiet, considering that it’s usually around thirty kids huddled around ten computers) but because I try to keep an eye on them without seeming like I’m watching. I want to be able to help when they have a problem without having them think I’m monitoring them.

I came home for lunch today. I’m not going back to the lab, I’ll just make myself crazier. I’ll work on lesson notes, go over the tests the last PCV gave, hope I teach tomorrow.

I do have a schedule now, though! Two eighty-minute periods on Monday, three on Tuesday, two on Wednesday, two on Thursday, and one on Friday. I think Tuesday will be the worst, both because I’m teaching the most and because I teach straight from 7.50 to 10.30. I need to figure out when I want to have the lab open for students

Pia, nafikiri kuhusu familia yangu na marafiki zangu mno.