I had intended to write this morning about the junior weekend-away just passed but I can't help but first express some of the emotion of this day and the general atmosphere on the school compound.
Today is the 25th of June, the date parents were given as the only possible early leaving date before the end of term.
I got up for assembly this morning as it was the final chance to say goodbye to the four children leaving permanently today.
Among those leaving was one of my closest friends among the children, Florence Da Costa. Florence is half Brasilian, half French. She started at the school at the beginning of this year with very little English and firmly attached herself to me as her favourite uncle. Her family are leaving the field and settling in France where Florence hopes to attend a bilingual school so that she can continue to improve her English (which is very good now).
The other three leavers are the Kray girls, one of the families which are a big part of BCS modern day history. Terissa, the oldest student in the school, is one of a very small number remaining who knows all three BCS sites. I was closest to the youngest, Sarah, who was in my dorm.
Some people were very tearful this morning, many of the older kids have been through this more times than they can remember. Saying goodbye is one of the major features of a boarding school like this and often people have to accept that they will never see their closest friends again; people who they share their entire lives with for two thirds of the year. The Krays will return to Australia, not exactly nearby for a holiday.
In general there is a sombre mood this morning as those still here realise their own impending departure, many for the long term.
So, onto lighter matters:
The weekend-away was a great success. We started on Friday night with a 'squash night' (sleep-over) in the dorm lounge. All the juniors, including day students & staff kids, were packed into Eagle lounge, the floor covered in mattresses. We watched 'March of the Penguins' on a big screen I'd made on one wall out of bed sheets. Whilst some were a bit apprehensive at the thought of a documentary I think everyone enjoyed it in the end. Jacqui and I slept in the lounge with the kids and tried to keep discipline and ensure
that we all got some sleep. Whilst I didn't sleep fantastically the kids were actually immmaculately behaved considering the excitement level. I think I will get a shock if I ever work with kids again in the UK; I take for granted how good these kids actually are even when they're not so good.
On Saturday morning we ate a quick breakfast and then loaded our mattresses and bags onto the waiting car-rapide which we accordingly bundled into and headed off for Malicka. Malicka is not far from Dakar and we made good time on the road.
On arrival we unloaded the car-rapide and proceeded to erect our accomodation for the night. We had eight tents and I was in a single man one by myself. Some of them took a little time to work out but we got them all up reasonably quickly and they all lasted the night.
Once we were settled in the kids started to get impatient for the swimming pool and so for the rest of the morning we spent most of our time in and around the small pool there.
The place where we were staying is the base of a percussion making and metalwork ministry run by a Dutch woman named Herma. She has a beautiful compound with lots of greenery, a small swimming pool and a small basketball/tennis court. She employs a lot of local staff both in the drum workshop and around the compound to do gardening and cooking.
We were supplied with a lovely bowl-meal lunch cooked by some of Herma's ladies. I'm not sure what it was but it was a bit like the Wolof rice we eat at school regularly. Meat and rice with no sauce but plenty of oil to keep it from being dry. There were several types of meat including one rather funny tasting one I'd never experienced before which the kids told me was probably some kind of giant snail. A little rubbery and very pungent.
After lunch we had our usual siesta. In tents this proved to be rather warm. Especially as the humidity is now pretty much back. As I lay in my tent I was producing puddles of sweat where my arms were in contact with the ground sheet. From the look of my arms and chest I would estimate somwhere between one and two large beads of sweat per square centimetre on my upper body and the formation of some kind of trickle running down somwhere different every few seconds. Needless to say I got no sleep and niether did the kids. After an hour and a quarter of this enforced sauna we pronounced it officially 'end of siesta' and the pool rota started up again. The kids were very happy to spend all afternoon in the pool, something they don't get much of usually. Some of them played a little cricket, Katie losing the ball over the wall three times, the last time for good.
In the evening we had a BBQ and tried to fight off the flies and then we sang a few songs together before the kids retired to their tents for the night. Once the kids were in bed and prayed-with Heiko, Doro, Jacqui and myself snuck back to the pool for a spot of night-time swimming. Very relaxing.
On Sunday morning we got up early and packed up, having breakfast surrounded by flies once more. The car-rapide arrived a little early and so we loaded up, sang a song together, prayed, thanked Herma and then hit the road.
We were back at school by 10:30 which was great. Now we just had to clear up the dorm lounge from Friday night and get the tents up again in the chapel to dry out.
My afternoon was spent in bed and in the kitchen.
Monday, June 25, 2007
My Quiet Time Kids
Here are the kids I do evening bible study with, taken this morning:
Left to right: Tristan Molton, Vinicius Camera, Deborah Meribole, Immanuella Yisa, Florence Da Costa & Katie Gibson
Left to right: Tristan Molton, Vinicius Camera, Deborah Meribole, Immanuella Yisa, Florence Da Costa & Katie Gibson
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Centre Stage
It's Wednesday afternoon and I'm supervising the end of a R.E. exam for Chris who has gone to Mbour to take the juniors for swimming lessons.
I've spent the best part of the morning preparing the chapel for Centre Stage tonight. I was planning to do a post-concert blog but I now find myself at a loose end so I've decided to make it a before and after.
I've been looking forward to tonight for some time. Largely because afterwards I'll be able to cut my nails again on my right hand. I've been trying to revive some of my old A-level guitar pieces and I'm feeling fairly pleased with them despite some hiccups in my practice half an hour ago.
It's been tough practicing them. The nice guitar I was playing on returned to its owner a couple of weeks ago and since then I've been playing on one the worst specimens I've ever seen which I was given by Lesley when she threw it out. When I've been in the dorm I sometimes play on a poor 3/4 size instrument there.
Dirk-Jan suggested that I may find myself with a few classical guitar students next term and raised the idea of buying a couple of instruments for the school whilst back in the UK.
Tonight also is the premiere of the short film we made in film club last half term. It's been a nightmare trying to edit it but it's finally finished. It's a really girly story, reflecting the members of the club. Set in times of castles etc; a queen has a baby but fears the baby may be under threat from 'The Phantom' whose hand in marriage she rejected some time ago. The Phantom promised revenge and so the Queen sends her newborn daughter with a sled driver to be raised in the forest. The Phantom hears of the child and searches for her, finally finding her 15 years later. He overhears her talking to a bird about her terrible plight and feels guilt and other such emotions. His heart changed by what he has heard, he reveals himself to the Princess and asks for her hand in marriage. She accepts, they marry and we all live happily ever after... nearly as bad as some of the films I've seen here this year.
Well it's now the day after the concert. Quite a relief really.
It was a cool atmosphere. We had quite a large audience for an optional activity including some parents of daily and weekly boarders.
The concert started with some recorded pieces from year 7 music class. For the last few weeks they've been collecting sounds from around the school site and U.Chris put them together into some sort of musical arrangement, kind of in the style of 'musique concrete'. The first piece, 'People', was a bit rough around the edges and too long but the second, 'Places' was far more interesting and was received fairly well considering its limited appeal. More class work was then followed by individuals and small groups on recorder, voice and piano. I was the final act of the first half however before me was a mystery guest. He was a guest of the Jins and was just here for that evening but had asked if he might perform. I was a little nervous as he too was a classical guitarist. He played two pieces very well and although they were maybe not quite of the same difficulty as mine he played them much better than I did. Yet another lesson learnt in pride perhaps.
Upon talking to this guy afterwards it turns out he's studying music in an American university and will be performing the Bach Lute Suite (of which I played a piece) in his junior recital.
My nails are now all short again which makes typing this much easier! It's still a bit of a novelty having short nails again. I intend to make the most of my enjoyment of it by playing the bass sometime today; it's no fun playing bass with long nails, it sounds and feels bad.
This weekend is the special weekend away for the kids. I've just remembered I have to make a packing list and a swimming pool rota today. It will be the final weekend for Florence and for the Kray family. Florence is already feeling a little sad and has spent much more time with me than normal the last few days. She's one of the children I'm closest to and I will miss her. She is moving to France with her family (French mother, Brasilian father) and will be starting at a French/English bilingual school. She had almost no English when she started here back in September. The Krays have been here a long time; Terissa is the oldest student in the school, Megan was one of the kids baptised last week and Sarah has been one of my Eagle dorm girls this year. They are returning to Australia where the girls have had a hard time previously during furloughs. Please pray for them all and the friends they leave behind.
I've spent the best part of the morning preparing the chapel for Centre Stage tonight. I was planning to do a post-concert blog but I now find myself at a loose end so I've decided to make it a before and after.
I've been looking forward to tonight for some time. Largely because afterwards I'll be able to cut my nails again on my right hand. I've been trying to revive some of my old A-level guitar pieces and I'm feeling fairly pleased with them despite some hiccups in my practice half an hour ago.
It's been tough practicing them. The nice guitar I was playing on returned to its owner a couple of weeks ago and since then I've been playing on one the worst specimens I've ever seen which I was given by Lesley when she threw it out. When I've been in the dorm I sometimes play on a poor 3/4 size instrument there.
Dirk-Jan suggested that I may find myself with a few classical guitar students next term and raised the idea of buying a couple of instruments for the school whilst back in the UK.
Tonight also is the premiere of the short film we made in film club last half term. It's been a nightmare trying to edit it but it's finally finished. It's a really girly story, reflecting the members of the club. Set in times of castles etc; a queen has a baby but fears the baby may be under threat from 'The Phantom' whose hand in marriage she rejected some time ago. The Phantom promised revenge and so the Queen sends her newborn daughter with a sled driver to be raised in the forest. The Phantom hears of the child and searches for her, finally finding her 15 years later. He overhears her talking to a bird about her terrible plight and feels guilt and other such emotions. His heart changed by what he has heard, he reveals himself to the Princess and asks for her hand in marriage. She accepts, they marry and we all live happily ever after... nearly as bad as some of the films I've seen here this year.
Well it's now the day after the concert. Quite a relief really.
It was a cool atmosphere. We had quite a large audience for an optional activity including some parents of daily and weekly boarders.
The concert started with some recorded pieces from year 7 music class. For the last few weeks they've been collecting sounds from around the school site and U.Chris put them together into some sort of musical arrangement, kind of in the style of 'musique concrete'. The first piece, 'People', was a bit rough around the edges and too long but the second, 'Places' was far more interesting and was received fairly well considering its limited appeal. More class work was then followed by individuals and small groups on recorder, voice and piano. I was the final act of the first half however before me was a mystery guest. He was a guest of the Jins and was just here for that evening but had asked if he might perform. I was a little nervous as he too was a classical guitarist. He played two pieces very well and although they were maybe not quite of the same difficulty as mine he played them much better than I did. Yet another lesson learnt in pride perhaps.
Upon talking to this guy afterwards it turns out he's studying music in an American university and will be performing the Bach Lute Suite (of which I played a piece) in his junior recital.
My nails are now all short again which makes typing this much easier! It's still a bit of a novelty having short nails again. I intend to make the most of my enjoyment of it by playing the bass sometime today; it's no fun playing bass with long nails, it sounds and feels bad.
This weekend is the special weekend away for the kids. I've just remembered I have to make a packing list and a swimming pool rota today. It will be the final weekend for Florence and for the Kray family. Florence is already feeling a little sad and has spent much more time with me than normal the last few days. She's one of the children I'm closest to and I will miss her. She is moving to France with her family (French mother, Brasilian father) and will be starting at a French/English bilingual school. She had almost no English when she started here back in September. The Krays have been here a long time; Terissa is the oldest student in the school, Megan was one of the kids baptised last week and Sarah has been one of my Eagle dorm girls this year. They are returning to Australia where the girls have had a hard time previously during furloughs. Please pray for them all and the friends they leave behind.
Monday, June 18, 2007
A Week of Many Birthdays
There have been a couple of things this week which I would have liked to have devoted an entire entry to however, as usual, life here has been to busy to allow it.
As you may know, this weekend was my 24th birthday, an occasion worthy of comment of course, but also earlier in the week I made my second visit to the British ambassador's residence for another birthday.
On Thursday I was accompanied by Ruth, Tracey, Lesley, Dee and Sue in a 'sept place' taxi into Dakar. We had been invited by the new ambassador to join the annual celebration of the Queen's birthday. It was a rather larger affair than the Christmas do. All the other ambassadors had been invited and we were rubbing noses with UN officials and such. The ambassador made a short address in English and French (his French is not great, he was quite obviously reciting a memorised speech which didn't sound very natural). There was also a short speech from a Senegalese government official whose English was much better than our guy's French, the highlights being "we've been working hardly..." and his finishing words, "God save the Queen, God save Abdoulaye Wade" to the literal sense of which I gave a hearty 'Amen' (Wade is the recently re-elected Senegalese president).
The main highlight of the evening, besides the company in which I went, had to be the food. It was a buffet, the first table you saw containing seven varieties of English cheese! Tintern with chives, Stilton, Stilton with apricot, Wensleydale with cranberries, Keen's farm unpasturised Cheddar, Pilgrim's Choice mature Cheddar, and some other blue whose name tag had blown away in the evening sea breeze. Also on that table was smoked salmon, cold sliced steak and little folded ham crepes and olives on cocktail sticks. This was my favourite table. All the cheese we usually get is Edam and we rarely get to eat it on its own. Also throughout the evening there were waiters serving assorted finger food of varied origin and barbecues serving meat kebabs of different sorts. I spent most of my time talking to the others from the mission community but towards the end of the evening I got into a conversation (or rather was spectator to a conversation) with a very excitable Senegalese man from the UN drugs and crime department who wanted to tell us all about his very intersting work and the terrible socioeconomic state of Guinea Bissau. Luckily Nathan, who I was standing with at the time, has a little more knowledge of the situation than me and was able to sustain the conversation.
The taxi ride home was long but more pleasant than the journey there as I was no longer paranoid about sweating through my best shirt however my waistcoat is now distinctly crumpled having been sat on for an hour and a half.
I look forward to my next opportunity to dress up for 'Centre Stage', the school's annual concert on Wednesday night.
So, onto the second birthday.
On Friday night I'd been up very late preparing the exam papers and mark schemes for this week's annual senior exams. Consequentially I actually forgot that it was my birthday the next day and didn't realise until shortly after entering the shower the next morning. BCS birthdays start with candles at breakfast and someone praying for you before the dininghall is filled with the tuneful (or not so in this case) sounds of 'Happy birthday to you'. I enjoyed the morning despite working. I went with a group of kids down to Kiniabour for 'Saturday jobs' where we helped put in some drainage for the new kindergarten which the school raised money for last year. In the afternoon I was unfortunately quite tired after my late night on Friday and felt that I wasn't able to enjoy my party as much as I should have. I had a joint party with Chris who is exactly a year older than me (and is already married with two children!). After our party we had a meeting about next weekend which will be the junior weekend away. The evening late-night activity was an outdoor game involving running and water which I sat out of, joining the old people on the sidelines talking about various issues of going home and coming back and buying guitars for the school.
It's lunch time now so I shall have to leave it there. I'll try and write about centre stage before the end of the school week.
As you may know, this weekend was my 24th birthday, an occasion worthy of comment of course, but also earlier in the week I made my second visit to the British ambassador's residence for another birthday.
On Thursday I was accompanied by Ruth, Tracey, Lesley, Dee and Sue in a 'sept place' taxi into Dakar. We had been invited by the new ambassador to join the annual celebration of the Queen's birthday. It was a rather larger affair than the Christmas do. All the other ambassadors had been invited and we were rubbing noses with UN officials and such. The ambassador made a short address in English and French (his French is not great, he was quite obviously reciting a memorised speech which didn't sound very natural). There was also a short speech from a Senegalese government official whose English was much better than our guy's French, the highlights being "we've been working hardly..." and his finishing words, "God save the Queen, God save Abdoulaye Wade" to the literal sense of which I gave a hearty 'Amen' (Wade is the recently re-elected Senegalese president).
The main highlight of the evening, besides the company in which I went, had to be the food. It was a buffet, the first table you saw containing seven varieties of English cheese! Tintern with chives, Stilton, Stilton with apricot, Wensleydale with cranberries, Keen's farm unpasturised Cheddar, Pilgrim's Choice mature Cheddar, and some other blue whose name tag had blown away in the evening sea breeze. Also on that table was smoked salmon, cold sliced steak and little folded ham crepes and olives on cocktail sticks. This was my favourite table. All the cheese we usually get is Edam and we rarely get to eat it on its own. Also throughout the evening there were waiters serving assorted finger food of varied origin and barbecues serving meat kebabs of different sorts. I spent most of my time talking to the others from the mission community but towards the end of the evening I got into a conversation (or rather was spectator to a conversation) with a very excitable Senegalese man from the UN drugs and crime department who wanted to tell us all about his very intersting work and the terrible socioeconomic state of Guinea Bissau. Luckily Nathan, who I was standing with at the time, has a little more knowledge of the situation than me and was able to sustain the conversation.
The taxi ride home was long but more pleasant than the journey there as I was no longer paranoid about sweating through my best shirt however my waistcoat is now distinctly crumpled having been sat on for an hour and a half.
I look forward to my next opportunity to dress up for 'Centre Stage', the school's annual concert on Wednesday night.
So, onto the second birthday.
On Friday night I'd been up very late preparing the exam papers and mark schemes for this week's annual senior exams. Consequentially I actually forgot that it was my birthday the next day and didn't realise until shortly after entering the shower the next morning. BCS birthdays start with candles at breakfast and someone praying for you before the dininghall is filled with the tuneful (or not so in this case) sounds of 'Happy birthday to you'. I enjoyed the morning despite working. I went with a group of kids down to Kiniabour for 'Saturday jobs' where we helped put in some drainage for the new kindergarten which the school raised money for last year. In the afternoon I was unfortunately quite tired after my late night on Friday and felt that I wasn't able to enjoy my party as much as I should have. I had a joint party with Chris who is exactly a year older than me (and is already married with two children!). After our party we had a meeting about next weekend which will be the junior weekend away. The evening late-night activity was an outdoor game involving running and water which I sat out of, joining the old people on the sidelines talking about various issues of going home and coming back and buying guitars for the school.
It's lunch time now so I shall have to leave it there. I'll try and write about centre stage before the end of the school week.
Monday, June 11, 2007
D-day plus one
Mid-term break is nearly over. In fact it's already finished for most, I'm just lucky to have my day off on a Monday.
I've had a really relaxing weekend.
I went away with seven other Trekkers and we spent the weekend in nearby Saly. I didn't do much, but that was the whole idea.
One of the best parts was being with friends. I was reminded of Luke's description of the early church in Acts 2:44 "all who believed were together and had all things in common". There was definitely an atmosphere of community and sharing. People were very generous particularly in respect to food and money and no-one expected anything in return. A glimpse of Christian community at its best. The love of Christ in the lives of others can be more refreshing than weeks spent by the swimming pool.
I cooked bolognese for us all on the first night which I enjoyed very much (despite forgetting to buy garlic) and we had a lovely evening dining al fresco and enjoying conversation and card games.
The whole weekend was in some part (for me at least) dominated by thoughts of my impending deadline. Sunday night was the date I had set by which I must have made a decision about whether to stay on at BCS for a secind year.
It's been a difficult desicion in some way but easy in others.
Those who know me well will be well familiar with my indecisiveness. This was part of the reason for setting a deadline. For some time I have felt that I would like to stay but I wanted to be sure that this was God's best for me and to take time to examine the motives behind my feelings.
Having now done these things I am pleased to announce that I will be returning here in August for the next school year.
It is still not certain what my role will be so please pray for the school leadership team that they would be given wisdom as to how to best use me. There are also many practical details which will need to be addressed in the coming months.
This morning we had a special baptism service at Popenguine beach and five BCS students were baptised. We did it at the end of mid-term break so that the parents could come more easily. It was a great service, great to hear the testimony of these five young people and to see them responding in obedience to God's call.
We just had lunch and Bob asked me to announce my decision to the rest of the school so now everyone knows, that'll save any confusion or rumour I hope (although it seems that WEC Trek UK already thought I was staying, not the first time I've heard that sort of rumour getting around HQ mistakenly).
Must go and send all the e-mails I've written now and try and get some siesta.
I've had a really relaxing weekend.
I went away with seven other Trekkers and we spent the weekend in nearby Saly. I didn't do much, but that was the whole idea.
One of the best parts was being with friends. I was reminded of Luke's description of the early church in Acts 2:44 "all who believed were together and had all things in common". There was definitely an atmosphere of community and sharing. People were very generous particularly in respect to food and money and no-one expected anything in return. A glimpse of Christian community at its best. The love of Christ in the lives of others can be more refreshing than weeks spent by the swimming pool.
I cooked bolognese for us all on the first night which I enjoyed very much (despite forgetting to buy garlic) and we had a lovely evening dining al fresco and enjoying conversation and card games.
The whole weekend was in some part (for me at least) dominated by thoughts of my impending deadline. Sunday night was the date I had set by which I must have made a decision about whether to stay on at BCS for a secind year.
It's been a difficult desicion in some way but easy in others.
Those who know me well will be well familiar with my indecisiveness. This was part of the reason for setting a deadline. For some time I have felt that I would like to stay but I wanted to be sure that this was God's best for me and to take time to examine the motives behind my feelings.
Having now done these things I am pleased to announce that I will be returning here in August for the next school year.
It is still not certain what my role will be so please pray for the school leadership team that they would be given wisdom as to how to best use me. There are also many practical details which will need to be addressed in the coming months.
This morning we had a special baptism service at Popenguine beach and five BCS students were baptised. We did it at the end of mid-term break so that the parents could come more easily. It was a great service, great to hear the testimony of these five young people and to see them responding in obedience to God's call.
We just had lunch and Bob asked me to announce my decision to the rest of the school so now everyone knows, that'll save any confusion or rumour I hope (although it seems that WEC Trek UK already thought I was staying, not the first time I've heard that sort of rumour getting around HQ mistakenly).
Must go and send all the e-mails I've written now and try and get some siesta.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Mid-Term Break, Here We Come!
It's Tuesday and, as usual this term, I'm in the dorm after school. It's very quiet on Tuesday afternoons; Chris & Brianna have their day off and Jacqui and most of the kids are at various after school clubs.
The kids get to choose two different clubs for the term, one for each half. This week is the start of the second half.
All of the clubs meet on Tuesdays except for mine which will meet tomorrow and so the only people not at clubs today are me and those in my club. That means Tristan, Sung-Hwi and I. Sung-Hwi is in Egret, the Korean dorm, and Tristan lives with his parents, the school coordinators, but he's here in Eagle playing playstation right now.
With just the two of us here it gives me a chance to get some bits and pieces done when I would normally be unable to do anything productive.
My club will be making electronic music. I planned out a rough schedule for the weeks on Sunday and I'm quite looking forward to it.
I found some great free software which I plan to use. It's an audio/midi sequencer/recording package called Reaper and so far I've been very impressed with it.
I've been pretty tired today. I made the classic mistake of pressing 'off' instead of 'snooze' on my alarm this morning and was ten minutes late in waking up the Eagle boys having got up in quite a rush.
One of the school computers went down yesterday. I found out when a student tried to use it in one of my classes this morning. I then spent the next hour or so trying to resurrect it but to no avail so siesta was spent reinstalling the entire operating system and standard set of classroom software. It's now up and running again but it was previously used to connect the whole classroom to the internet which will take a bit more work to sort out.
I'm very much looking forward to mid-term-break this weekend. Just two more days of school left now. I hope I can rest well. I'm sharing a house with 8 others for the weekend which could mean difficulty finding peace and quiet in the house but there should be plenty of space elsewhere to relax and get some time out. I'm going to the same place I went to for the first mid-term-break, hopefully I'll avoid sunburn this time.
Mid-term-break also means decision time about whether or not I come back here in August. You can expect a post on Monday with the news.
The kids get to choose two different clubs for the term, one for each half. This week is the start of the second half.
All of the clubs meet on Tuesdays except for mine which will meet tomorrow and so the only people not at clubs today are me and those in my club. That means Tristan, Sung-Hwi and I. Sung-Hwi is in Egret, the Korean dorm, and Tristan lives with his parents, the school coordinators, but he's here in Eagle playing playstation right now.
With just the two of us here it gives me a chance to get some bits and pieces done when I would normally be unable to do anything productive.
My club will be making electronic music. I planned out a rough schedule for the weeks on Sunday and I'm quite looking forward to it.
I found some great free software which I plan to use. It's an audio/midi sequencer/recording package called Reaper and so far I've been very impressed with it.
I've been pretty tired today. I made the classic mistake of pressing 'off' instead of 'snooze' on my alarm this morning and was ten minutes late in waking up the Eagle boys having got up in quite a rush.
One of the school computers went down yesterday. I found out when a student tried to use it in one of my classes this morning. I then spent the next hour or so trying to resurrect it but to no avail so siesta was spent reinstalling the entire operating system and standard set of classroom software. It's now up and running again but it was previously used to connect the whole classroom to the internet which will take a bit more work to sort out.
I'm very much looking forward to mid-term-break this weekend. Just two more days of school left now. I hope I can rest well. I'm sharing a house with 8 others for the weekend which could mean difficulty finding peace and quiet in the house but there should be plenty of space elsewhere to relax and get some time out. I'm going to the same place I went to for the first mid-term-break, hopefully I'll avoid sunburn this time.
Mid-term-break also means decision time about whether or not I come back here in August. You can expect a post on Monday with the news.
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