A full day.
Oct. 29th, 2009 10:19 pmWent to the preschools today - or at least, that was the plan. The route is: we take the bus to the first, and then that school's headmistress's husband drives us to second and third via motorcycle. Three people, one bike. It's fun.
So anyway, on the bus. It was full up when an elderly man with a cane came on, and ended up standing right next to my seat. I looked around, but nobody else was getting up, and hey- surely respect for the elderly and precedence to the infirm crosses cultures and nations, right? Right. So I handed my bag to co-volunteer, stood, tapped him on the arm, and waved him to my seat. He folded quite placidly down into it with no further comment, and I hung onto the high bar and felt pretty good about life, the universe and everything.
Two rows back, two dudes and a small boy scooted to one side so I could sit. I was the fourth to a three-person seat. Window-seat guy cheerily asked my name, residence, and country, and then proceeded to have a conversation with the guy across the aisle, in boisterous local dialect, about - kid you not - Barack Obama's foreign policy, vis India, Iraq, and Iran.
Hey guys: this planet rocks.
ps: we ended up forgoing the motorcycle ride, and instead coming back to the main school to recieve and entertain a visitor. An 11th-grade IB schoolkid from Spain.
Life is great. I wonder what teaching at an IB school in Europe would be like.
So anyway, on the bus. It was full up when an elderly man with a cane came on, and ended up standing right next to my seat. I looked around, but nobody else was getting up, and hey- surely respect for the elderly and precedence to the infirm crosses cultures and nations, right? Right. So I handed my bag to co-volunteer, stood, tapped him on the arm, and waved him to my seat. He folded quite placidly down into it with no further comment, and I hung onto the high bar and felt pretty good about life, the universe and everything.
Two rows back, two dudes and a small boy scooted to one side so I could sit. I was the fourth to a three-person seat. Window-seat guy cheerily asked my name, residence, and country, and then proceeded to have a conversation with the guy across the aisle, in boisterous local dialect, about - kid you not - Barack Obama's foreign policy, vis India, Iraq, and Iran.
Hey guys: this planet rocks.
ps: we ended up forgoing the motorcycle ride, and instead coming back to the main school to recieve and entertain a visitor. An 11th-grade IB schoolkid from Spain.
Life is great. I wonder what teaching at an IB school in Europe would be like.