It doesn’t matter what continent you are on or what time zone
you are in, Friday is always a good day. And mine was made even better by the
fact that we had a relatively easy school day. I met some more new classes; we
talked about anecdotes and how to structure them. I was happy to see some
familiar faces in our last class; turns out that the year 10 foundational class
I was teaching in with Mel has Beats for SOSE (social studies) so I was
reunited with them. We learned about the atomic bombs dropped in Japan and it
was nice to be able to add to their learning as well as provide additional
information. It’s so interesting to read our own history in another country’s
textbooks.
After
school we made our way to the mall. John and I went out to buy a going away
gift for Karen (a pair of earrings and some matching bangles cause she loves
her bling, as well as some body lotion). Then we hit up the grocery store because
it was: Friday Fajita Night! Yup, we had another BBQ as a going away dinner for
Karen. Guess what I tried this time? Crocodile. It was a little chewy but didn’t
taste too bad; it was actually kinda bland. Definitely could’ve used some
barbeque sauce. It worked though because I followed it up with three chicken
and pepper fajitas, which were amazing.
Since we didn’t have to be up too early the
next morning, we hung out in the boys villa and got to know each other really
well with a little game called Never Have I Ever. For those of you who don’t
know it, you put up 10 fingers and go around in a circle saying something that
you’ve never done but suspect other people have. If you’ve done something that
someone says, you have to put a finger down. We didn’t play it just like that,
we instead just raised our hands when we’ve done it but it was fun nonetheless.
Of course that’s pretty much all I can say about that, given the topics
discussed. After we had embarrassed ourselves properly, someone got the brilliant
idea to set up a confessions booth in one of the bedrooms, Real World style. We
had a blast just goofing around and pretending we were on reality TV. And yes,
we are adults. After all that, we had one more activity left: to polka! Turns
out several of our members are Polish and one of the boys was appalled to learn
that none of us knew how to polka. So, we put on some music and he taught each
one of us step by step. It was a blast and we heard some classics like “Roll
Out the Barrel” and “Who Stole the Kishka?” Once everyone had danced themselves
out, we hit the hay.
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| Jason teaching John to polka |
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| Now with Laura |
