This week, we’ve been visiting kindergartens. Aside from the sweet(ass) little kids, the schedule made it for me. We were able to sleep in until about 8, and didn’t have to be ready to go until about 9. That extra hour made it for me. But it all fell apart. Chinua Achebe. For some unknown reason, the Vice-Principal, after asking and verifying very thoroughly that we were to leave from our apts and not the school, told us on Wednesday that we have to be at the school at regular time, until regular time. Bust.
Going to the kindergartens has been awesome. First off, it’s the week before Christmas so a lot of them are doing Christmas themed days with us coming in. Two of those days we’ve dressed up too. I’m not a very believable Santa, but little kids are stupid, especially ones that only have their eyes half open, if at all. I’m doing the “Ho Ho Ho fo sho” ‘s and the “Merry Christmas, you Buddhists” routines, and the kids are eating that shit up. Picking their noses, eating boogers, fisting their mouths, hands down the pants, the whole nine yards…SOOOOO cute! I just want to kidnap them and sell them as slaves.
Cultural Note:
1. Chinua Achebe – (Chen-Wa Ah-Che-Bay) – Author of the novel “Things Fall Apart.”
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