Kids putting prints of ferns on Jisu's hands-fern powder is the best
(Two internet cafes and a few hours later I am again at the beginning of writing my blog post- I hope it works this time)
This week, we painted the school. When I suggested the idea to Yoon (who leads the school when Manjil isn't there) he said 'ok, why not turn this week into art week'-and so we did (zo gezegd, zo gedaan). It's as easy as that. As long as pay for the paint, because money is as always a little short. It's the beginning of the school year anyway and there is lots of space for creativity in the curriculum at this time. So we decided that in the morning, we would have art, and in the afternoon theater (two really cool volunteers from France, Corali and Simon, gave that).
(Two internet cafes and a few hours later I am again at the beginning of writing my blog post- I hope it works this time)
This week, we painted the school. When I suggested the idea to Yoon (who leads the school when Manjil isn't there) he said 'ok, why not turn this week into art week'-and so we did (zo gezegd, zo gedaan). It's as easy as that. As long as pay for the paint, because money is as always a little short. It's the beginning of the school year anyway and there is lots of space for creativity in the curriculum at this time. So we decided that in the morning, we would have art, and in the afternoon theater (two really cool volunteers from France, Corali and Simon, gave that).
So we painted
And we painted
Goma doing a chicken-local punishment-in the classroom while painting (she was talking Nepali in class)
Until the painting drove us a little crazy.
And after that, we painted some more.
I asked the kids to design a flag for Maya school, one which would really represent what it means to be at Maya. Grade three (the Tigers), who are really smart, all drew hearts and flowers and it was really boring. Fortunately, grade two (simba), had a lot of artistic geniuses. They started off with hearts, but then i rolled my eyes and sighed how unoriginal they were, after which they came up with: Flying Santa Clause (Ashik), a big picture of Manjil Sir's screaming face (Shreejana), and Yoon sir on a motorbike (Kushal). Although all were great, we chose the latter.
And after that, we painted some more.
I asked the kids to design a flag for Maya school, one which would really represent what it means to be at Maya. Grade three (the Tigers), who are really smart, all drew hearts and flowers and it was really boring. Fortunately, grade two (simba), had a lot of artistic geniuses. They started off with hearts, but then i rolled my eyes and sighed how unoriginal they were, after which they came up with: Flying Santa Clause (Ashik), a big picture of Manjil Sir's screaming face (Shreejana), and Yoon sir on a motorbike (Kushal). Although all were great, we chose the latter.
After which we painted it together with Simba class
Yoon, the kids, and the famous Maya flag
And of course, Weike wouldn't be Weike if I didn't choose to hang it up in the highest tree:)
And of course, Weike wouldn't be Weike if I didn't choose to hang it up in the highest tree:)
Of course, apart from painting a lot of other things happened. But I like to paint, so I like to talk about painting.
Um.
I made pancakes. I started to learn nepali writing. I made pancakes whilst learning nepali writing.
Um.
I made pancakes. I started to learn nepali writing. I made pancakes whilst learning nepali writing.
Yoon left to Kathmandu to again arrange his visa (he's a friend of Manjil's from South Korea who just never left Maya school) and I was left to lead the school together with Manjil's mom, haha. Making the schedule in the morning, leading the morning circle, and of course teaching (English and art now that George has left us as well). With only 4 volunteers we are starting to get a little overworked (sometimes there were twelve) doing construction before and after school, and teaching during the day but at the same time it's kind of necessary that the new classroom will be done before monsoon really starts. We can't teach the kindergarten kids and the Sengja A kids in the same classroom all the time-gets a little distracting.
Also, we (by we, meaning Rabindra Dai and Soubas Dai) found a bees' nest and we took it out of the tree into our own bee hive.
Also, we (by we, meaning Rabindra Dai and Soubas Dai) found a bees' nest and we took it out of the tree into our own bee hive.
After three hours of trying to find the bee queen (and Rabindra being stung at least thirty times), we finally managed and we had our own bee colony which we happily hung, where else, in one of the classrooms.
For one day.
And after that one day, the bees were sick of all the noise and commotion around them and they left again.
But at least we got to eat the fresh bees' honey which is-I can hardly express it-heavenly to say the least. Yum.
For one day.
And after that one day, the bees were sick of all the noise and commotion around them and they left again.
But at least we got to eat the fresh bees' honey which is-I can hardly express it-heavenly to say the least. Yum.
The bee's honey which we cut up into tiny pieces and shared with all the kids
Anyway, lots of love, write you next time.
Weike (Ramaylo-my Nepali name. Which means Funny. Of which I'm not sure whether it's a compliment)
Anyway, lots of love, write you next time.
Weike (Ramaylo-my Nepali name. Which means Funny. Of which I'm not sure whether it's a compliment)