This week - it is almost as if I returned to school

Instead of going three times to school this week, I will be going four.
The week has just started and after being sick on the weekend, my strengths are renewed too.
This morning, I was tilting more in the direction of against going to school because it was one of these nights, laying in complete darkness, my brain  would not stop working, and so I got very very very little sleep- which I LOVE and misse dearly.
I put all my energy together and was almost late for the bus...

But I am very happy I went.

The class I spend most time in and the one that really gives me the feeling no ones is scared of me- except for this one boy- is the 4th graders. I have kind of invaded their class, not really with their teacher's permission. I just ask her if I can join, she always mumbles something but I go in anyway. I sit next to Judith

She must be the tiniest girl in the class. I just sat next to here; it was the only free space in the class.

Now that I think about it, it may be the perfect solution for the teacher, Madalaine, who is more than lazy. As we all 'climb' the mountain together with the help of the bumpy road,she has no excuse saying she has problems with her car. But she always comes at least 5 minutes late to class in the beginning of the day. Today she came 15 minutes late, and Jessica, the head mistress had to leave her first graders, and tell me to take the class up to the computer room and just do something with them. Madalaine came 10 minutes later, explaining that the normal woman who cooks lunch for the children, one of the mom's from Poques, is not coming to school today, and that she had to cook. If I would have that excuse for my teachers, they would say- is there NO ONE who can help you? You have a class waiting! (She doesn't see that. Ho well...)
In the computer room with the class and her it was not too great because she doesn't really know what to do and when I try and explain to her she look at me as if I fell from hell. When she arrived, I asked her what their class was, she said, ho I don't know. All those weeks together we did maths and now she doesn't know??                                                     She FINALLY left to some other place and I showed small groups of children how to draw shapes in paint- they are doing fractions now- and cut them into the the desired amount, colour some parts...
Then very quickly the lesson was over and we went down stairs- where their class room is.
Two American ) I think) 16-year-olds stay in Poques for two months- how they don't go crazy that is a mystery to me- but they came to the school a few weeks after I did and they go to each class of the primary, six, and teach them something about health, cleanliness, and maybe other things but I don't really know. They are not allowed to leave the community nor walk through it into the further-away sections.
They had a short class TRYING to teach the class about food. They told each child to draw their favorite fruit and put in on the board in the 'goods' or 'bads' section and tried to explain in their very American Spanish what to do. It was quite funny.
It was probably mean but after they left both Madalaine and I had to laugh very hard. America's trying to speak Spanish in a very strong American accent does NOT work very well.
After that I had a great time with the class in the break. There is a group of five or six boys who I always play football with, other classes also mix, and we made jokes and were just free. They have so much energy to run around at that height. After about 45 minutes of playing very hard I really need a break. They just continue.

This was before school started so only very few children were playing outside. I was too tired from my sleepless night I just watched.


Peruvian girls are quite sneaky. At all ages. They manage to stare at me from the most uncomfortable angels and a very long time.

I caught them this time.

The reason WHY I am going four and not three times to the school is because tomorrow- Wednesday- is a big party at another community situated at the mountain opposite of Chumpe Poques. The community, Huama, also has a school, run by Jessica's husband Richard.
The party is something like the founding day - or something- of Huama. It is (hopefully) going to be very colourful. I wonder how similar it will be to
Snor Torrachallo's birthday...