Sleepy

So I now have the sleep schedule of an elderly lady. By around 7 every night I feel as if I could fall asleep wherever I am. It is amazing. I am so used to wanting to stay awake until midnight. Oh, well. It is a healthy sleep schedule I guess. So I have been working with Mr. Tilby's class since Monday, which is you're Sunday... weird. Anyway, they are really cool kids. One of them is really smart but kind of out there. She reminds me so much of myself at that age. We leave for a camp next Tuesday. We take the ferry to the island the camp is on and have a 5 kilo walk to the actual camp. I forgot to bring my tennis shoes so I am borrrowing one of the boys' too big pairs. We stay in cabins and do high and low ropes courses. It should be pretty fun. Back to camp! YAY! I have a buy and borrow a lot for my trip, but it should be okay. What else... I have started to think in a New Zealand accent. It is quite weird. I find that my way of speaking is more highly accepted here, I can use all the big words I want without being laughed at. Some of the kids' vocabularies are staggering. One boy named Gabriel wrote a short story that I thought could have been written by a college student. A smart college student.

It is amazing how different the school system is here. They are small differences, but when you look at all of them it seems to be huge. They get 30 minute tea time in the morning (tea time is another word for snack btw mom), and they get a one hour lunch. At the school I worked at last year they got a 45 minute lunch that they spent 15 minutes of the time getting their food. Also, they dont have a lunch room. They just eat outside. There are no lunches for them to buy, all the kids bring their own. It is only middle class and up at this school. Which is quite a change for me.

My schedule every day is as follows: Wake up at 6:30 and take a shower. Dry my hair as quickly as possible so I dont freeze to death. Eat breakfast with the boys (Consisiting of porridge, weird cereal, or toast). Start walking to school at 750. I arrive at school at 815 and hang out with Mr. Tilby. They have 2 writing blocks, tea, math and then read aloud. It doesnt seem like they have as much to fit in the day as we do at home. School ends at 3. I then walk into the village and wander around; actually today was the first time I did this but I plan to continue. Then I walk back to the house and hang out/read/play on cpu. I help make dinner (I know right, shocker). We eat and go to bed. Not that eventful, but I love it.

My "host mother" goes to university in the city. She has some friends in her classes that are my age. She talked to them about me and is trying to help me get involved in a church through them. I am pretty excited, actually. It feels like God is putting the opportunity right in my path to where I can't swerve around it. The best way for me to do things is to get pushed into it. We are going with one of the girls to a movie night sponsored by her church where we will watch 2 chick flicks and eat... FONDUE! Again, it feels as if it is meant to be. A church that shows movies and serves dippy cheese. I am pretty excited. What else... this village is filled with cute boys. They are everywhere! Another motive for my afternoon wanderings around the village. So one of the girls in my class looks at another the other day and says, "Mrs. Norris has an American accent" the smart girl I was talking about earlier replied, "Of course she does, she is American. It is not that noticable anyway." Apparently my accent is very soft, although the twins have taken to imitating me every once in a while. I respond by making fun of theirs. Okay, I have babbled on enough. Oh, the picture is the view from the playground at my school. I love you guys!