Aside from my lovely new colour, read below, I am also hosting a teen group this week. The kids are from a poorer area of Capetown and are really energetic, love the tuckshop, and are freaked out by the puff adder we caught on camp. The teacher gave them a strict lecture, all in Afrikaans, last night after dinner; so of course I understood very little, except for my name, which I heard, then had seventy kids swing their gazes to stare at me intently. I must learn Afrikaans! Thus far, this group from 'B' have broken two windows; and the week is young. Please, no first aid, that's all I ask!
Also, had class today. No drama. Much gazing out the window because it looked so nice outside! (I do actually pay attention in class, don't worry; I'm a Hane--we over-achieve in everything!) There's only a few more classes left before the final and in-class presentations. Hmm. What to write my paper on? So many options...
Also, had class today. No drama. Much gazing out the window because it looked so nice outside! (I do actually pay attention in class, don't worry; I'm a Hane--we over-achieve in everything!) There's only a few more classes left before the final and in-class presentations. Hmm. What to write my paper on? So many options...
I turned over last night to snuggle into fresh duvet covers, only to experience the dull pain of a colourful sunburn--thanks to the awesome power of the South African sun! I suppose this is what happens when working on the pool's paving all day with merely a vest on (and shorts, don't get to excited!). You probably know the story: a gentle ting; a slight reddening of the skin; a major colouring of the skin; a pain so severe I re-think my vow to never have children, because surely a sunburn pain is the worst pain ever! Yes, Americans are naive--seriously, I am now in the southern hemisphere--did I not learn anything from that painful experience in Goa, India?
Paddy thinks the red could fade to a lovely brown, which is great, except for the interesting tan lines that make it seem as though I am now wearing a white vest with coloured arms--not a good look when wearing dinner dresses--which isn't all that bad, actually, because I seldom wear dinner dresses, what with most of my life spent in jeans and hiking boots.
Okay, now I must go look energetic and alive for this group. Wonder what a short person's caffeine limit is???
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