The Devil

I had a monumental moment in class the other day.  I went in and started with a rules poster, then gave a large speech about how I was not happy with how the previous classes went.  After this lecture, the kids were amazing, which made me feel better than I would be able to handle a difficult class.  A girl came up to me in the middle of teaching and mumbled something so I said yes, which I later found out she needed to leave the classroom, because "she saw the Devil".  Yes you read that correctly.  I guess that is a common occurrence here for young girls, and the "devil" is a really well dressed man that no one else can see but the young girl.  So I guess while she was in the class, the devil walked in and came to her, hence why she had to leave, and then had to be held down by the professors because she was really upset and hysterical.  Quite creepy.  I asked my host brothers about this, and they said that as long as I stay in loud places, and with many other people, the devil should leave me alone.  Thats helpful seeing I will be at site soon, by myself.

I finished my second week of practice school, and gave exams at the end where many of my students did a wonderful job, so either I did a good job teaching, or they were very smart and already knew the material.  Also, today we had a cultural fair where the instructors brought authentic African clothes, cooked African meals, brought African tools and instruments, and showed the different religions in the country.

I have only a week and a half left, then I will be heading to the capital to swear in, and head to site afterwards.  I have already learned and seen so much here that I am excited to continue on and learn more, educated students, and work on secondary projects.

I have one not so good story... the other day I was working on my lesson plan when I heard this deathly cry outside my window.  I looked outside and there was a mom beating her daughter on the ground.  It was the worst noise I have ever heard.  Then the little girl got up and started to run, and the mother grabbed rocks and started throwing them at her.  Some cultural activities I am still not use to, nor do I think I will every get used to that.

Tomorrow marks September 11th, and I just wanted to send my love to all.  Chat soon.