Talk about being dropped in at the deep end. I was picked up the other night at 8.00 and told on the way to the school that I was to prepare an 8 hour "English Communication Skills Workshop" which starts the next day.
I was met at my house by two teachers from Shivani school, but instead of being taken straight there, I was taken to another apartment block in BRCM and given tea. More and more teachers from Shivani joined us there. I can't really describe fully how bizzare it was, but it was. I didn't know whether I was at BRCM or Shivani school. It was like Indian public school limbo.
Anyway I'm here now and 5 1/2 hours through my 8 hour workshop. Shivani is a smaller operation, and has got boys AND girls. That really does make things a lot easier.
Despite being a lot more placid than BRCM, they are a lot worse for banging on my door. For a start, I don't have a door bell here, so their fanaticism can't be deflected onto that. It has to be the door.
I got woken up this morning by my door just about being battered down. I thought there was a police raid.
Opened the door.
"THIS IS TEA."
I took a few seconds to take in what was happening. There was a servant standing there. And yes, he was correct, it was tea, but tea is not that important. You do not have to destroy my door just to give me tea.
I have always suspected that Indians like to have celebrations just for the sake of having celebrations, but I have proof now.
This school celebrates something called "annual day."
"Annual Day"?? You can't just do that. You can't just make up a celebration and call it annual day.
Anyway its really nice to be teaching again instead of spending 40 minutes each lesson shouting "sit down."
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