Break is officially over. School started on Monday. Back to the grindstone. On Monday, the secretary of the school greeted me. I had my hair down and she informed me that I looked pretty when my hair was cornrowed but when it was down, I didn’t look pretty. Ha. Ouch. They teach us in training that Tanzanians are really indirect. I think that is definitely true in situations where power is involved, but in day-to-day activities, I argue quite the opposite. If I am looking a little on the rough side Tanzanians have no trouble at all just coming right out and saying it. I appreciate the directness from the culture that I always thought to be so passive. It is refreshing and it makes my feel glad that people are comfortable enough around me to just tell me their honest opinions.
Monday, at chai break, the majority of the students were sent home to get food contributions for the school. I came to school this morning to find two other teachers present and that most of the students had not yet returned. This stresses me out slightly because the term end is fast approaching and I have to finish their syllabus. We are slightly behind in many of my forms so I really need to get my teaching on. With that, I was also mighty glad to have a free day today to finish up some Peace Corps paperwork I was behind on, clean house, and do laundry. I have a guest coming tomorrow! I love guests (ahem…mother…).
One of my village friends asked me if she could use my computer to see if she got accepted to accounting school. The schools just post the list of candidates who get in online. We searched for her name, and it wasn’t present. I just saw her face fall, I felt awful. She asked my what she should do and I suggested calling the university. She did this and a few minutes later came back with a different web address to check. We looked, and she got in! She was beaming with pride and happiness and started jumping around, hugging me. We then had an impromptu dance party in the middle of her store to the popular local music, Bongo Flava. It was a really good moment in my life. I will be sad to see her leave in a few days, but I am so glad she is going on to study and make something for herself.
In other news, yesterday my dog got out of my house. Everyone is scared of Bridge. I am not sure why, she is very sweet, and just likes to play. Every time she gets out children cry, animals run, chicks are eaten. It is a disaster. For this, I either keep her inside or on a leash around my house. Whenever she does get out I always chase her down to bring her back. I have always wondered if she would just come back if I let her run, but never tested it. Yesterday when she got out, however, I decided to give it a try. I went on the front porch, called her twice and was surprised to see her turn, and run into my house. I felt like such a proud mother. She was carrying something in her mouth, which looked a lot like a stick. After she dropped it at my feet in the front room, I realized it was actually a goat’s foot. Yum. Anyways, she enjoyed it and even posed for a picture.