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first lessons and the first malaria

We have made it. We have informed the first time a class alone. As I have indicated in the last entry already, we do not have attended another school in which we could teach. For the first time everything went off a little more organized. An employee of Faraja has brought us Tuesday morning in the car to school. When we had just arrived were all pupils of the school, about 60, the school building before the morning roll call. To the call Then all the students of the school principal synchronous sideways back and forth until they stopped breastfeeding after the next call back all at once. Then they sang the Tanzanian national anthem. This morning roll call, here is a daily morning ritual. After the singing of the employees took the word of Faraja and introduced us. The students greeted us with applause and even the head teacher welcomed us through the usual "Karibu sana" ("Welcome").

then drove the staff of Faraja away again and 4 teachers who were there asked us to sit down. At first it seemed as if it would be just as at the another school: sitting all day doing nothing useful. The 10 students in fourth grade and 50 !!!!! (Other classes are not) students of the second class were sitting alone in their classrooms and we sat in silence with the teachers out there. We were waiting to get any tasks and the teachers probably were waiting on us to say what we wanted but first of all communication is gone in my pants. Neither we nor the teachers were able to start a conversation. But suddenly we one of the teachers expressed an English book in his hand and asked us to teach. This was the first most important step. We did not feel while in the able to teach off the cuff, we were able to communicate with the teacher that book to take home with them and then prepare for the English lesson for the fourth class for the next day.

The next day we arrived with a prepared English lesson in the luggage in the school. After a brief greeting with the other teachers, we were immediately sent into the classroom. There they waited for us, the class, 3 students. All others were sick or could otherwise not attend classes we have been told. Well anyway, we were ready for a lesson taught in English and then just only three female students. Topic: "May I borrow your book," according to textbook and curriculum (yes, there is one that has us very surprised) to learn the students forms of politeness in communication. We have found our previous visits to other schools that students talk about how, or not even as good in the classroom. But the teacher is teaching very much fixed. So we are equipped with tools, books, newspapers, pens and what we have found so come to school to train with the students in short role-playing etiquette and the same speaker. We started with an example and then have the students themselves to each other . Yes, you may "also practiced? May I borrow your ruler" Or, "No I am sorry, I do not have a ruler ..."

to first explain the construction of the sets behind you and make notes, we use a language mix of English and Swahili, so that students understand us, we can express ourselves and we just like the students learn something. We have the students can even take us to the timidity and to improve if we have made a mistake in Swahili. After this time, I had a really good feeling. The first lesson, the We have made all by himself to his feet, even if only for three students.

The next three we then put our lessons continued in the fourth grade even when times were only two students there. After class we then asked (on advice of our predecessors) if there was to correct only Schwups test and we had a stack of 50 math tests on her lap, all of whom wanted to be corrected. The quality and readability of the tests varied greatly. Only one student reached 100%, the range of 80% -95% 0% was just as common. It took a while until all the test were corrected. The next day, now and in the Next week the students had to write to state intermediate examinations and were therefore in a different state (and not by Faraja Trust Fund organized) school. Therefore, a math teacher gave us a book of the second class and asked us to now for the second class to teach math: multiply written. - Oh man, 50 students, second grade and then, without proper preparation. We asked for a few minutes of preparation. As we thought about how the whole deal was, I was kotzübel at once. I got up to make a few steps, went behind the school building and then it was no stopping it I threw up violently (a blessing, each House a garbage dump behind the house). Then I felt better and went with Mareen in the class to begin to teach. But soon I realized that it was no good and took my mare and the class. I had to have a bad conscience Mareen teach alone, but I could not really. I first tried to ride a bike, but I had to give up after a short pause. Again and again I had to give micht on the way home. It was a pain to get home. On the way people looked at me again and again invited me to an angle or a sit down, but I just wanted to quickly go to bed. When I finally arrived home, I left my bike just are on the horizon, it still managed to grab me a bucket, put me without saying a word to bed. Eva came in a short time later, concerned that she immediately suspected that I had malaria. We arranged the afternoon to go to hospital. I slept through the afternoon, only interrupted by the passing, all the time. Afternoon I was feeling better again but I had fever, but had to give me any more. We went to the hospital which is only two houses on. Hospital in this case but rather what we conceive under a doctor's office. After a short conversation with the doctor was a little blood from my fingers spread on a glass plate and after 15 minutes came the test result: Malaria. I was given the appropriate drugs for malaria treatment, painkillers and glucose. Then I paid the equivalent of 4.40 Eur yet and already we were able to go home. For me it was now getting better, my fever dropped. Then I started, I do not know exactly why to doubt whether I really had malaria. The more I went the less I wanted to swallow the drugs. I decided to wait another day and leave the next day to make a second test at another hospital. I woke up the next morning at fever-free and went to a hospital in the city. For 25 cents left to take another test and after half an hour I had the first malaria also already survived - test result is negative. It was fortunate I had listened to my gut feeling. I do not know but what I have to throw up, the malaria was definitely not.