I’m writing this today, about yesterday, which for you guys is today, except the events described took place yesterday for both of us. A little bit of my brain just fell out of my left ear.
Anyway, yesterday (today) was my very first day of school. I got there a little early, and got to my second spell (period) class, which was my first class of the day, except it wasn’t because they were having an all school assembly to introduce the class officers and have the music class play some songs, which lasted for the whole first period of the day, which was the second period of the day. Confused? Don’t worry, so was I.
After the assembly was interval, which I can best describe as recess/snack time, so, having not even had the chance to go to class, let alone meet anyone, I contented myself to walk around the vast campus until the end of interval.
Geography was next, which was my first and only real class of the day. It consisted mainly of busy work concerning the tourist patterns of Rotorua, and as I didn’t really get involved in the rambling conversations of my peers, I finished the class work and the weekend homework.
Electronics was next, I went to the correct room for normal class, but the teacher was out and had apparently booked a computer lab for them to work in. I didn’t know that obviously, but luckily for me, neither did the substitute teacher, so we figured it out together. The class new what they were supposed to be doing, but opted to play games instead. I, having no clue what we were supposed to be doing, was left with but one option, and played various flash games on miniclip for the remainder of the spell.
After class a cheery young twelfth year student named Jacob introduced himself to me. Generally I don’t really get along that well with cheery young anything’s, but since he made the effort to talk, I didn’t want to dismiss him outright. He introduced me to all his cheery young friends; so although I had been planning on going home for lunch since I didn’t really have a last spell class, I was kind of obligated to stay. One of his friends, Dom I think his name was, insisted on calling me “Vladimir”, or “Vlad”. I really don’t know why, and I don’t have any particular inclination to find out.
We played an interesting game, in which one person stood on the wall, and everybody else kicked a foot ball (soccer ball) at him. If you actually ended up hitting the person, you had to stand against the wall, so the goal was to get as close as possible, make them flinch, but not actually end up hitting them.
I left after lunch, the surly looking security guard at the edge of the field didn’t seem to mind, and I passed another year thirteen on his way in (I assume he went out for lunch), so I guess they don’t really care whether or not you stay on school property, just so long as you show up for class.
Mom, Dad, I want to apologize. I want to apologize for all the times I said we had nothing to eat at our house. The Baxters house is completely devoid of snacks. Every last edible substance in this home is an ingredient. They have sticks of salami and bags of raw bacon, but not a single piece of lunchmeat to be found. There are spreads and dips everywhere, but no chips. I eventually managed to put together a sandwich with two slices of fruit bread, some chunks of salami, butter, and cheese sliced off their respective bulk sized blocks, and some lettuce torn off one of the two heads that were sitting in the fridge. I kind of feel sorry for them though, because in these two short days that I have been here, I think I’ve eaten all of their pita bread.
That evening we went out to dinner for a meeting of some people from my temporary-temporary host sister’s school (obviously including my host sister) who are going on a trek in Nepal over spring break. It was a Nepalese restaurant (go figure) and the food was actually really good, I had lamb Gorkha, served with mountain style rice, which as far as I can tell is plain rice.
Today (tomorrow) is pretty uneventful. We were all going to go “tramping” (hiking) today, but it is raining pretty hard. I have to catch myself up on some of the material for Art design, which thus far is the only class that has given me any kind of idea of what I’ve missed so far. I also have some other stuff to do, so I should be keeping fairly busy. My temporary-temporary host mother might try to get a hold of my temporary host mother so that could be interesting. My one hope is that she has some food in her house that doesn’t require an hour of preparation.
Anyway, yesterday (today) was my very first day of school. I got there a little early, and got to my second spell (period) class, which was my first class of the day, except it wasn’t because they were having an all school assembly to introduce the class officers and have the music class play some songs, which lasted for the whole first period of the day, which was the second period of the day. Confused? Don’t worry, so was I.
After the assembly was interval, which I can best describe as recess/snack time, so, having not even had the chance to go to class, let alone meet anyone, I contented myself to walk around the vast campus until the end of interval.
Geography was next, which was my first and only real class of the day. It consisted mainly of busy work concerning the tourist patterns of Rotorua, and as I didn’t really get involved in the rambling conversations of my peers, I finished the class work and the weekend homework.
Electronics was next, I went to the correct room for normal class, but the teacher was out and had apparently booked a computer lab for them to work in. I didn’t know that obviously, but luckily for me, neither did the substitute teacher, so we figured it out together. The class new what they were supposed to be doing, but opted to play games instead. I, having no clue what we were supposed to be doing, was left with but one option, and played various flash games on miniclip for the remainder of the spell.
After class a cheery young twelfth year student named Jacob introduced himself to me. Generally I don’t really get along that well with cheery young anything’s, but since he made the effort to talk, I didn’t want to dismiss him outright. He introduced me to all his cheery young friends; so although I had been planning on going home for lunch since I didn’t really have a last spell class, I was kind of obligated to stay. One of his friends, Dom I think his name was, insisted on calling me “Vladimir”, or “Vlad”. I really don’t know why, and I don’t have any particular inclination to find out.
We played an interesting game, in which one person stood on the wall, and everybody else kicked a foot ball (soccer ball) at him. If you actually ended up hitting the person, you had to stand against the wall, so the goal was to get as close as possible, make them flinch, but not actually end up hitting them.
I left after lunch, the surly looking security guard at the edge of the field didn’t seem to mind, and I passed another year thirteen on his way in (I assume he went out for lunch), so I guess they don’t really care whether or not you stay on school property, just so long as you show up for class.
Mom, Dad, I want to apologize. I want to apologize for all the times I said we had nothing to eat at our house. The Baxters house is completely devoid of snacks. Every last edible substance in this home is an ingredient. They have sticks of salami and bags of raw bacon, but not a single piece of lunchmeat to be found. There are spreads and dips everywhere, but no chips. I eventually managed to put together a sandwich with two slices of fruit bread, some chunks of salami, butter, and cheese sliced off their respective bulk sized blocks, and some lettuce torn off one of the two heads that were sitting in the fridge. I kind of feel sorry for them though, because in these two short days that I have been here, I think I’ve eaten all of their pita bread.
That evening we went out to dinner for a meeting of some people from my temporary-temporary host sister’s school (obviously including my host sister) who are going on a trek in Nepal over spring break. It was a Nepalese restaurant (go figure) and the food was actually really good, I had lamb Gorkha, served with mountain style rice, which as far as I can tell is plain rice.
Today (tomorrow) is pretty uneventful. We were all going to go “tramping” (hiking) today, but it is raining pretty hard. I have to catch myself up on some of the material for Art design, which thus far is the only class that has given me any kind of idea of what I’ve missed so far. I also have some other stuff to do, so I should be keeping fairly busy. My temporary-temporary host mother might try to get a hold of my temporary host mother so that could be interesting. My one hope is that she has some food in her house that doesn’t require an hour of preparation.
PS. I took that picture on my walk to school.
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