REASONS WHY MY MAURITIAN SCHOOL IS A FAR CRY
FROM SCOTTISH ONES -
Having been here for eight months I'm completely in a routine and my jobs and day to day tasks are second nature, but heres what I'm giggling at that couldn't be more different from my school days:
1.
Here, if
you’re off school for sunburn, you would be met with a sympathetic nod and
understanding. At home you’d get “waaa
you total spoon!”
2.
For lunch
you’d get Macaroni cheese with a bit of salt to liven it up.
Here, “what did you bring in for your
lunch today Ahmed? A chili sandwich, hmmm? Just green chilis in some bread?” Now
that’s what I call a packed lunch - hats off to these kids.
3.
Language
slip ups are so much funnier; to the question “how are you?” a student wrote “I
am tinky, thank you”. I don’t even know
what she was trying to say . . .
4.
When there
is sun in the playground the kids dive for the shade while I’m starfished on
the grass, soaking up the Vitamin D
5.
Surely I
wasn’t this cheeky in school: there was a boy sleeping on his arms in class so
I gently woke him up and handed him a book. He looked at me in surprise, then gratefully
said “Merci Miss Rachelle” and used it as a pillow!
6.
At home
it’s not like you’re playing Russian roulette every time you go in the toilet:
“will there be tissue, will there not?”
7.
Sometimes
it will just start with someone tapping on a desk or a chair but then, before
you know it, the girls are singing traditional Sega while swinging their hips
around and dancing. Never seen someone just whip out a set of bagpipes in the
classroom and others burst into the Highland fling!
What else is making me
laugh at school:
A new rather amusing
nickname the kids made up for me, “Blanche Neige” A.K.A “Snow White”, and I
thought I was tanning!
Here none of the kids
in my school have heard of the Second World War. So when the teacher was
explaining there was a bad man called Hitler who wanted the whole world to look
a certain way. “White Skin, Blue Eyes, oh wait, pretty much exactly how
Rachelle looks . . .” cue lots of kids turning in their seats to look at me
like I was responsible for the first world war . . .
I can’t believe I have
only five weeks left at work :( It has been the toughest most challenging test I’ve
been put to, and by far the hardest job I've ever had but maybe that’s not saying much as I’ve on had summer jobs in shops . . .
but I feel like I’ve really thrown myself into it. At times it was been tough
dealing with the tantrums of the girls in shelter or the fights breaking out
between children with behavior problems, but I couldn’t be more sad to leave
them! Having to deal with teenagers with difficult backgrounds who are in that moody stage of they're life makes you have to act a lot older than you are, when you're not even sure you're past that moody teenager stage in your life! they are like my younger sisters, its hard not to become fiercely protective of them! on top of that caring for the children with dissabilities who are the same age as you if not older, it truly puts your life in perspective. how much you can achieve, how you owe it to yourself to push yourself. but also how rewarding it can feel to help others!
Next week we have
English Week and also Music week. Cue lots of excitement and dressing up in
silly costumes. Each day we are having a different theme, English, Indian, Chinese
and traditional Creole. I’m planning on throwing some ceilidh dancing in there
for fun, kilts at the ready! J We also have a Creole singer coming as a surprise for the kids on the Friday,
but I won’t say anymore as its top secret . . . even I’m excited!!
Only forty more days
till my flight . . . hmmm my visa is valid to September however, how tempting .
. .
Love
Rachel
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