It is embarrassing to go to the wrong class as a teacher. It is even more embarrassing, when one finally gets to the right class, to realize that there is scheduled maintenance in that lab that no one bothered to tell one about until five minutes after the class period began. Not that I can really complain about this, since I actually prefer to be the clueless foreigner (I get out of much paperwork and many pointless meetings by pretending that I have no idea how to read signs in Kiswahili or follow a Kiswahili conversation) but there are times when I wished I was a better and more proactive volunteer who insisted on knowing the schedule. But I'm not, so I went home and started coating things with glitter.
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| This computer is named the Nutmeg of Consolation, because it replaced my stolen computer. |
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| Much more festive than it's original design. |
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