It’s 7:10 am. I’ve been awake since before 6. This is not right. This is the result of the time change-hosting a class combo. Ugh. I’m tired.
So it’s day two of the first class. Chris is doing really well with teaching. I think he’s gotten his teacher legs back quickly despite the fact that it’s not his favorite thing to do. He would much rather be playing with something greasy and engine related. The class has been good for the most part. We have 14 students and most of them seem to be very interested in what they are learning which is very encouraging for us.
“Eh eh (a no sound), ou pa mande travaye nou pou fe bagay pou ou! Yo travay pou mission la, pa pou moun nan class la. Si ou bezwen yon bagay ou mande Chris ou mwen et nou decide si travaye nou fe sa pou ou! Si ou vle carte pou telephone ou, ou kap cheche yo apre class fini pou jour la.”
“Uh uh, you don’t ask our workers to do something for you! They work for the mission, not for people in the class. If you need anything you ask Chris or me and we decide if our workers will do it for you! If you want phone cards you can go look for them after class is finished for the day.”
Apparently my Creole is getting better.
I have very little patience for people inappropriately pushing their weight (or the weight they think they have) around and treating our employees like they’re servants. Chris and I try to treat our workers well and with a lot of respect. Interestingly enough this is often something we encounter on the first day of a training. There is a lot of limit pushing and boundaries need to be made very clear. It’s really very childlike, and sad at the same time. Haiti is a country full of people that don’t feel valued, so they try to demand that whenever possible.
Last night I shared my shower with a baby lizard. I think it was one of the ones that hatched from the eggs we found in the electrical socket. We saw it’s twin on the inside of the roof last night too. I’m not a really big fan of sharing a shower with reptiles. It was only the size of my pinkie finger, if that, but that is still too big. I mean, I could step on it, or worse yet, it could run up my leg or something. Blahh! Just thinking about it gives me the heebie geebies.
Time to go grab a good hearty breakfast of spaghetti and salad. Yeah, no joke.