Training is becoming long and boring. This morning was not
particularly boring, but it was very long. We visited 5 primary and high
schools in the area where we got to meet the kids and ask questions to them and
the teachers. They were mostly excited to ask questions to us about our lives
and about America. They found it hilarious when we spoke a little bit of
Sesotho to them, either because our pronunciation was horrible, or (more
likely) that they had never seen foreigners (try to) speak Sesotho before. So
that was the long part. The boring part came afterward when we were all 1) in a
food coma from the aforementioned giant lunches our families pack, 2) exhausted
mentally from talking to so many students, and 3) physically exhausted from bus
ride after bus ride to the different schools. We were going through very
theoretical teaching approaches with very academic-sounding terms that don’t
really mean much in real life.
The
most interesting part of the day was when I was walking back to my house with
this girl from the high school next to the hub. She is 19 years old and in form
D [11th grade]. As a few of us walked with her, she read a very
touching poem that she had written about her father who passed away from
diabetes when she was a baby. Her mother works as what I gathered was a maid or
something in South Africa. When she has the money, she likes to call her mom on
the phone. She wants to be an engineer, and I told her that she had to focus on
math and science. I think she is newly inspired by us, especially the math
teachers, to concentrate on math and science, because apparently there is a
culture here of thinking that math is too hard to understand, so it’s not worth
trying. Almost every Basotho seems to be scared of math. I was happy to
encourage her to pursue engineering in a country that apparently discourages especially
girls to pursue these kinds of careers. This girl is going places, I can tell,
and it was nice to see that sort of enthusiasm and dedication to her studies so
that she can take care of herself and her mom when she gets older. That was her
number one priority- taking care of her mom because her mom had provided so
much for her. Family is everything here.
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