It’s Thursday evening, we have electricity for now, and I only have three lessons to prepare for tomorrow so I’m leaving them until the morning and writing to you instead in anticipation of making the marathon slog to the capital at 4am on Saturday!
Currently watching a gecko prowl across my living room floor in search of crickets – to think I paid £40 each for our geckos at home and £2 for every box of geckos, and I had to look after them and clean them out!
This week’s been a momentous and tiring week – I resigned from my job, my second resignation in 6 months! Not that I had a choice – I either resigned or I gave up on having a life, sanity, a girlfriend and an MSc. VSO now have to find me a suitable new placement…who knows what that’ll be or where in Rwanda it will be. Shit deal – all the emotion, time, effort and money I have put into this placement from the moment I received it in May until now, all wasted and now I have to move and settle into a community, school, job etc. And find a new supplier of honey and fresh bread – harsh. Plus the poor school has to find another teacher from nowhere. Mind you, they should have thought about this before they contributed to the mass of misinformation and blatant lies that created this problem. Potentially homeless from 21st November when finish here until the start of the next school term. Feeling a bit better about the situation now. I’ve managed to detach myself from the house and have stopped working on it. I’m trying to convince myself that all the positives about this place aren’t exclusive and could be characteristics of other placements I’m offered.
Still not been ill apart from horrendous three days during in-country-training when was I quite the talk of the town. However, I am sure that I’ve slipped up somewhere along the way in terms of hygiene etc and there’s some bug brewing away inside me. I am also worried that the strange noise emitted from the electricity box in my bedroom is indicative of harmful magnetic fields or whatever it is that fries your brain and stimulates cancer. Not seem many conventional mosquitoes but I swear I have a concentration of albino mosquitoes in my house. Alternatively I am just going to fall ill due to over consumption of custard and orange creams – if I have a supply, I tend to consume a packet in about 10 minutes – I swear there is something addictive in the ingredients. There is no legislation or regulation here in Africa so you could get away with anything.
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