The days are just flying by now as we move forward with the class we laid out for the seventh grade and continue the literacy program with the 5th and 6th graders here. The children (or should I say boys) here are twice as crazy as American ones. I think this is because their parents raise them as princes, and are taught to never say no to the little deamons- so one can only imagine the calliber of 12 year olds I am dealing with here...truly terrifying.
The rains here are sure picking up and it was very sad to spend 4th of July out of my country (I did attempt to compensate by eating dinner at good 'ol McDonald's). Things are very different here but I almost feel that I am more aware of the situations than some of the higher class Indian people. The divide between rich and poor is monumental. On Sunday, I went to brunch with my roommates at this beautiful British restaurant (leftover from the colonial period). As we were walking to the restaurant we were followed by a begging child with nothing more than boxer shorts on. Although it is a common sight in India, sitting in a palace of a restaurant and seeing that boy just outside haggling people as they try to make their way inside wearing the latest Dior was enough to make me sick to my stomach. I will never go back there again and I am thankful that I am not like the high-class Indians that live more ignorantly than high-class Americans.
I am extremely happy that I have been able to get some reading in. Last summer, when I was doing research, classes, and working it was difficult to manage but it is easy to read in India because there is no T.V./computer/etc in my apartment. I am proud to say that I will finish my 8th book tonight (hopefully) since classes let out.
I really want chai now...
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