It's difficult to try and put the things that I'm seeing every day into words, and I don't want to sit here and write 'Today I did this' and 'Today I did that', because it'll bore me more than it'll bore you. It might end up like that though, sorry in advance!

I've just reached the end of my second week of teaching, and this week's gone incredibly fast. Teaching is exhausting. We're in at half past seven, then classes start at eight, and I'm teaching throughout the day. Fern's been on duty this week, which means that she has to address the school at assemblies and has to make sure certain things are done at certain times. It has meant that we've had to stay at school until after five, whereas normally we'd be able to leave whenever we want to. Some days this week have been a good nine hours long, and hot as hell, and the two mile walk home means that we have an hour of daylight left at the very most when we do eventually get home, so then it's a race to get everything done (ie. Clothes washing, making food, eating food, washing dishes, boiling water and so on) before it gets dark, especially if the electricity's off (which seems to happen more frequently as time goes on). It gets dark at about seven here, and it doesn't get light in the morning until about seven either.
The fact that the electricity goes out quite a bit means that we're getting used to using the charcoal stove (still can't light the damn thing though, I'm sure it has something against me) and we go to bed stupidly early…which is just as well because the alarm goes off at half five, and we're up at six (I say we…but usually it's just Fern - I get out of bed when she's done getting ready). I don't think I've been in bed by half eight for years! I've definitely not been asleep by nine for as long as I can remember. Ridiculous.

Teaching's going really, really well. The pupils are brilliant, and the other teachers are so lovely. I'm head of music, which basically means that I'm teaching singing and music theory to all years. They think sol-fa's hilarious, and that reading music is just a bunch of scribbles. We'll get there, I'm sure.
Fern and I attend the 'Allstars Programme' on a Saturday, which has the kids (and some teachers!) dancing and singing. I've been asked to sing something that I sang at my fundraisers for a concert next week, so I'll be getting some Florence on the go! Hope they think it's alright - it's not really the same as their music!
The dancing's certainly a laugh - the kids just laugh at their mzungu teachers' failed attempts at trying to dance like they do...I thought I was doing pretty well, myself.

On Monday, we're moving from our little place in Lukojjo, to an actual HOUSE in Kabembe, which will be pretty great. The house is next door to our host, and only a twenty minute walk from the school, which will make an enormous difference to the way we do everything, I think. Plus, Kabembe is full of people, and there are markets and stalls all over the place, so we'll be able to get everything we need from round about us easily, and our trips into Mukono will become less frequent. We'll also be near the main road, so catching taxis and boda bodas will be pretty easy if we do need to go into town. It will be sad though, leaving Kojjo. It's been our first wee home in Uganda, and it's introduced us to the African way of life (something which we were none too fond of two weeks ago, but we're getting along with it now!), plus we've become acquainted with various shopkeepers, and I'm pretty sure the whole of Kisowera know us from the amount of chappatis and other various fried foods that we buy from there.
I even managed to pick up an admirer. On Friday, I was handed an envelope from one of the teachers in school, and she told me that it had been handed in for me. Inside it was a love letter from a guy who had asked to accompany us on our wander to Kisowero the previous evening. He declared his love for me and left his number, so that I can tell him if I have the same feelings. I've never found anything so funny before. Safe to say that I won't be walking that way anymore and the number will not be touched!

I reckon that's me up to date, now. I'm sure I'll have more to tell you about Kabembe next time I get a chance to sit and type, and I think Fern and I are hitting up some waterfalls and stuff near us next week, so I'll tell you about that too, I'm sure.
It's also only two weeks now until all of the volunteers'll be back together for the induction weekend in Kampala, and I can't wait to see them again. I miss them!

I'm missing you guys at home, too. It's been over three weeks already - time's flying. I think it's finally sunk in that I'm staying here, and I'm feeling good. I do love it here, and I'm looking forward to learning more about the place, and to learn some more Luganda. I know a few things (e.g. The title of the blog means 'little by little') but not enough to be able to tell primary one that I want them to be quiet and listen! I'm sure I'll be having conversations in Luganda in no time, just you wait.

But yeah, until next time!

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