Here's some advice for you if you're ever in the tropics. Inspect the toilet paper before you use it. Because if it's been in an open air bathroom, like the one I use at school, overnight, chances are there are spiders on it.
First thing yesterday I had a gastric emergency. Happens here. I ran for the bathroom and wiped before inspecting. I then developed spider crotch. Had to make yet another run for the toilet. This was all during morning assembly before school starts. You try to explain what was going on in Samoan to teachers who thought you were being disrespectful by running out.
That was the highlight of my week so far. I'm attributing things to the Prednizone I was taking for the lung infection. I 'm cranky. The infection is better, thanks. Today I developed a sore throat and am exhausted. I'm sick of being sick.
I'm also sick of Year 8 attitude. Today I had them write the characteristics of fa'asamoa. They did a splendid job. Respect. Generosity. Kindness. Gratefulness. Joy. I asked if they were showing me the best of fa'asamoa. Nope, they agreed they were not. But seemed unable to stop themselves. Cheeky little buggers.
My local partner in the homework/reading centers has come to the school every day to change the date/time. We've now cancelled this week and are hoping to start next week.
After cooking dinner, on a hotplate on a clean counter, I did the dishes. When wiping off the counter I found rat poop. It appeared while I was eating dinner. He's going to die.
It has not been a splendid week, so far. It is Ash Wednesday. I'm planning to give up whining for Lent.