It was the last week at school this week and it was so much fun :) The kids had exams on Monday and Tuesday, so I sat marking an enormous number of social studies papers whilst invigilating, and then on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday the kids had nothing to do whilst the teachers were all marking exams, and so we basically had free rein with them.
Earlier in the week I started a fortune teller (you know those funny little paper things you write colours and numbers on and silly things like 'you are a monkey' inside?) craze by making one, and prompted literally the entire school to swarm me and go 'teacher make for me!', waving pages of lined paper ripped out of exercise books in my face. Therefore on Thursday it was pretty much essential to teach at least some of them how to do it, and so I taught my Standard 4 class how to make them, eliminating 60 children out of the 600 asking me for one, and they loved it :) I was pinched and poked by fortune tellers from every angle for the whole day.
Friday was possibly the most exciting day at school ever. It was Rebecca's last day, as she leaves at the beginning of May so isn't coming back next term, and she had a huge party with her class, with popcorn, bracelet making, cakes, streamers, badges and balloons. Her, Annie and I spent about two hours sitting in a restaurant in town the day before shoving sweets into the smallest balloons in the world, and so on the Friday we gave each of the kids a balloon, and they had to blow it up and pop it to get the sweet out. It was so funny, everytime one popped the entire class screamed and then burst into laughter.
Rebecca had also bought a ruler and a pencil for all of the class, and their faces when we got them out were amazing. They screamed and cheered and leapt up and down when they realised what we'd got for them, and it was so little compared to what they should have anyway. They were SO happy :)
I also had a good day with my class: I made friendship bracelets with them, teaching them how to plait with red, yellow and green wool (coincidentally rasta colours - not intentional) and I was so proud that they all made one as I had to sit with about 10 of them individually and show them exactly how to plait. Admittedly some were very 'interesting' plaits, but they all did it :) They were all so pleased to have bracelets, especially as I was wearing one too, and the bright colours look really lovely against their skin. It's also a really good way of identifying all my class members as, with 60 kids, I'm still a bit unsure about some!
After the bracelets I did some drawing with them ('Draw the happiest day of your life' - most children drew their birthday, but I sat down with one boy, drawing a greenish animal with a threatening looking metal object labelled 'knife' drawn next to it, asked 'which animal is that?' to get the answer 'sheep! i kill the sheep'. So I now have a charming picture of a green ship being slaughtered by a nine-year-old boy as the happiest day of his life. Fantastic), and generally messed around all day, visiting the hair 'salon' with my standard 4 girls, who excitedly and messily braided about half of my hair ('You look very smart teacher!').
It felt really really sad that it was Rebecca's last day, but it was a brilliant last day of term. I feel sad that I won't see them for a month (although I have a feeling that small children may be turning up at our gate for the whole of the holiday as they ALL know where we live).
Other eventful things this week have been Tuesday night, when we went out for the leaving party of my friend Helen, who's gone back to the UK, and Rebecca and I played some interesting and noisy card games with poor Annie's cards before going into town, and last night when we went out, talked to many many many Kenyan men, told many nonsensical lies (I was Natalie from Bulgaria with Amy as my twin sister who came from Sweden), later bumped into those who we had lied to (by which point we'd completely lost track of who had said what and about who) and so all our lies fell apart and we ended up with a lot of Kenyan men calling us liars in a funny and jokey way. I couldn't really blame them given that I think I claimed that I was related to at least three other of my friends all night, and I introduced Rebecca to someone as Carrot at one point.
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