Back to School

This morning we boarded the bus early, before 8 even, to get to Las Brisas. This is the first time we’ve been there when we haven’t had to focus on the surveys. Today was a different venture. Michelle and Sam have been really interested in observing schools in Honduras because of their planned teaching careers, so we shadowed a first grade class today in the morning.

Our strolling through the school gate was akin to Barack Obama walking into an American school. Kids peeked out of windows, waved frantically, yelled things. Our celebrity status in the village will probably never get old. I get a kick out of it.

We met with the director or principal of the school, a feared and respected leader. After a good bit of convincing, he sort of admitted defeat and showed us to a first grade classroom.

We were greeted there with a full-on song from the class and applause after we introduced ourselves as humble observers. I love this country. We sat in the back of the classroom and watched as the teacher fought for her 28 students’ attention. She employed the use of songs and “Juan says” to distract them for a minute and then quickly resumed her lesson plan. Teaching there has got to be exhausting.