Today I went to the other school that Travel to Teach works with. A new girl was supposed to come this past weekend, but for some reason she's not coming until Saturday, so I went with Neha to help teach over there instead. The other school was much bigger and structured more like a traditional American school than ours. The students moved around the classrooms according to a bell schedule (ours stay in the one room), this school actually had a bell signal (ours mostly fly by the seat of their pants), and the teachers in this school seemed to stay in the rooms most of the time. Downside: no breaks between classes at this school. Upside: the principal spoke great English and was super-friendly.
School got out for lunch at 11:30, so we had plenty of time to eat before the truck came to pick us up at 12:15. The lunch was good, but I enjoyed the mango afterward the best. For some reason, it always tastes better when we have it at school--the ones off the street just aren't as good. Maybe it's because they know how to get them when they're ripe or something. We learned the names of the dishes we were served, and to our great amusement, one of them was called "fuck-mong." I kid you not. I had the guy repeat it three times just to be sure, and even then I didn't want to say it in front of them just in case I got it wrong and they thought I was being insulting.
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