brothers, hold your arms


Sitting in the dark listening to Biggie, the electricity is dead. I sat on the porch and thought about how great it is to have no power and said thanks to the half-full laptop battery when I realized I was over it. I enjoy sitting with my host dad when the electricity is out but he is eating in the dark so I’m going to write a little bit of storytime.

I could just soliloquize about my students for this entire entry. We’ve been having a grand time—or at least I have, and for that I thank them. We spent most of January getting our package prepared to send to Laura at Northside. My students were so dedicated and excited to share… everything. This past few weeks has been our expressing love unit; we listened to a Stevie Wonder song and read and wrote some love poetry. Their poems are very teenaged and extremely titillating. I’m hoping to have some of them on the Right 2 Create blog in the next couple of days. If you end up reading them, please help me out by leaving comments (it will really encourage my kids).

PC Indonesia had a nice visit from our regional director and country desk officer last week. I’m on a committee of volunteers that went to Surabaya to welcome the guests, though the guests themselves picked me up at school. They had two giant white SUVs and quite a gang of folks, Indonesian and American. Unfortunately—fortunately?—the vehicles pulled into the central courtyard of my school. Hoosiers got nothing on the rubbernecks in Turi.

We’re all getting ready and excited for the new group to arrive in April. They’ve been having quite a lot of labored discussions on Facebook about preparations and expectations. We had five weeks to prepare and no resources in-country (no volunteers) and this group has a couple of months and very easy Internet access to us. Comparing experiences will be interesting.



These days are never what I expect them to be. I went to school this morning and my counterpart told me that one of my students had been in a motorcycle wreck yesterday and was still in the hospital. The class I was to teach first this morning is the class that the kid is in. Since the kids stay in the same class all day, they get really close as friends; the kids were real sad, as was I, and my counterpart.

I scrapped my lesson—which was on expressing sadness—and we made get well soon cards for the student. After my second and last class of the day, I went with a four other of teachers and four kids from class to visit the student in the hospital. He looked okay. He wasn’t wearing a helmet at the time of his wreck but fortunately didn’t have any severe head injuries; one of the bones in his right forearm was broken clean in half and he had had surgery yesterday. Who knows when he’ll be back in school or able to write again. Bummer. Brought back some bad memories of visiting one of my middle schoolers in the hospital in Indianapolis last year… a kid I had spent most of the year bending over backwards for put himself in a coma goofing around on a four-wheeler.

Anyways. My student will be okay. I sent a text message to Travis, who’s had numerous kids in wrecks this year, not all of which have been non-deadly. This was the first serious wreck a kid at my school has had, luckily; considering the way people drive in this country and how enough kids don’t wear helmets while riding their motorcycles, I’m extremely grateful and a little surprised that we made it almost through the school year without a serious injury (I’ve had kids coming to school bruised and bloody from motorcycle wrecks, but none of them have landed in the hospital until now).

Strange day. Get well soon, kid!


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