EXTRA CLASS AND LOTS OF TRASH

This morning we taught the boys. I have been watching one of our students, Cakooda, carefully over the past week. He may be the oldest student (23 years old), but it is clear to me that he understands a little bit above nothing. I have a tender spot for “the underdog” and my heart ached to help him. So today, I asked Cakooda if he would be interested to come over to our house after lunch and have a lesson just the two of us. (Of course I said this is in simpler terms, which he didn’t understand very well). Before I knew it, he had enthusiastically invited all the other boys over to his (not-so) private English lesson.

We all met on our porch around 12:30. Cakooda slowly practiced writing the alphabet while I talked and taught some of the other students. It’s amazing to me how excited they were to have a third lesson today. They love learning, it is beautiful.

After our “private” lesson, the boys and I headed over to the trash area.

When you buy a bag of chips, you don’t think too much about where the wrapper goes or the process it goes through. Here, in the village, there is no “trash process.” Simply implementing trash cans into the village was something that took a lot of work on Sophol’s part. Even with the trash cans keeping the waste off the ground, what do they do with the trash next? The options are slim: burn it or bury it.

It was shocking to see the trash build up today. While burning trash is not something I encourage, we helped them do their best to consolidate it down to bury in the earth, and to burn the things that couldn’t be buried.

It was, once again, an eye-opening day regarding the blessings we take for granted.

Side story: while cleaning, Sophol picked up a rotten log and out jumped numerous fat frogs. He then chased the little girls with them, putting the frogs down their shirts! The little girls screamed and giggled, and I ran away. It was hilarious and adorable (and slightly terrifying as I didn’t want a frog in my shirt).

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