Wednesday, October 28, 2009

oh Burkina

I've been teaching in the Burkina Faso school system now for three weeks. The three schools that I teach in are private. I don't really think that means much more than they cost more to go to. One of my classes has 62 students in it while the other two each have about 20.

Some of my students do quite well in class and actually appear to belong there. The others are incredibly far behind and to be honest I don't have a clue how to catch them up. I see each of my classes for three hours a week one day during the week.

The large gap in ability is thanks to the system these students are coming up in. You can completely fail English every year and as long as your other subject scores are good then you move up in level. That means you move up in every level, including the subjects that you fail. Oh well, doesn't matter at least I'm still getting paidohwaitthat'sright I don't.

Spent the weekend up in the north again...The landscape is changing rapidly. Sometime this "winter" I'll get back up there so you can see what the dry season really looks like. Also had to ride the bus back after sun down slightly un-nerving. Not nearly as bad as my trip up which consisted of a driver that was much more in love with the horn than the breaks.

He was a big fan of laying on the horn from about a mile away from his target. Once we were roughly 10 feet from whatever it was we were passing (mostly donkeys) he would rapidly turn then immediately over correct at about 50mph in a Greyhound size bus. Good times especially on unpaved bridges with 30 or so foot droops to either side.

I have thirty more exams to correct (most of which are illegible) and a lesson plan to finish, i shall update you soon. The high today is only about 97F/35C and it feels GOOD!

Peace,
Ben

1 comment:

  1. Ben,
    Glad you are settling in well. The rabbit adventure and dog mafia were so typical African that Walt and I laughed our heads off. You know, it could have been worse. Walt was asked to share a meal of the best "beef" in Sierra Leone. It was called a ground pig. By the time they smoked it out from under our house we couldn't wait to see this pig. Turns out it was a giant rat. Walt said it was very good - I passed.

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