Beachey

The first picture is Priscilla, and her sister Abigail, and their friend Cynthia. These girls are all form #57.

The second picture is Christina, Ravinee, me, and Abigail.

We had such a good time at the beach! I love these girls.

oops...I just realized this is under Ellen's login, but I'll publish it anyway. This is really Katie though:)

Republic Day

We spent our Republic day at the beach with Moti and his family. Well, they were the original ones that invited us, and then like the whole church and other people showed up. It was an experience. It is beautiful at the ocean, and hopefully these pictures will depict some of that beauty. Brother Moti and his wife Gasmine. This was our "drop place" where everyone dropped their stuff.

I'm not exactly sure what was going on in this picture, Anthony (who you will see later in these pictures), a little guy who fractured his leg, and couldn't do anything but sit at the beach, took my camera and took most of these pictures.

But I THINK I was arguing the rules of the game with Raymond.

Us playing a game in the sand where you draw a big rectangle, and it ends up looking like a giant square 8 with filled in lines. Then you have 2 teams that try to get across without being tagged, and the "taggers" have to stay in the filled in lines that border the "8". Anyway, that probably didn't make sense. It was an ok game.

Moti and Gasmine, they're adorable.

Mr. Anthony, the fractured leg child that loves to play with my hair while we sing with the girls at his house on Sunday afternoons. He's kinda like one of my little brothers.

Us at the end of our round of the game (I can't remember what it was called).

Probably debating rules again.

Ellen, Dian and me with the coconut tree.

Beach

We spent the day at the beach for the guyanese Republic Day, February 23rd. It was a blast. The beach is one of the prettiest things God made, especially with the coconut trees and the blue sky--wow. I enjoyed spending time with Moti's family, and others from the churches. We kind of had a "church" get-together, people from #57 and #68 came, and we brought Dian from our church. Dian and I excercising our stomachs, or trying. It was basically like skipping and having fun in the sand.

Ellen, Dian and I walking on the beach. The dirty ocean that we SWAM in is behind us...yum

This is a dead fish I found on the shore. There was only one on the whole beach that I saw, and I was amazed. I expected there to be more. I thought he was a shark, but I was told otherwise. He's just "a fish". Poor guy.

They have these garden things growing watermelons and such on the shore of the beach. They have little huts too, and fences all around it.

This is all of us trying to GET to the beach. There was lots of rain the day before, so there was flooding. Dian and Ravinee are to the left, Ellen standing watching the "getting across process" and a bunch of people from #57 on that one log. Then there's Ravinee's mom, Gasmine standing on the two logs. I didn't fall in!

Sunday Afternoons

This is singing practice on Sunday afternoon. Ravinee is sitting to the left, Abigail (11), red shirt, braiding Ellen's hair while singing, Ellen, and on the right, Christina(16). This is poor little Anthony, Priscilla and Abigail's youngest brother. He fractured his leg from the knee to the ankle, and can't walk. He gets carried everywhere or else doesn't go. He's a bright spot in my day. Loves to play with my hair and give me new styles. I am just fine with that!

This is Christina (16) to the left, and Priscilla (15) to the right. Notice that Christina is using my bread knife to pretend she's stabbing Priscilla. These girls can be so silly sometimes, and I love them!

We spend most Sunday afternoons at the #57 village with the teenage girls there. We leave the #68 church service, and ride back with them all in the church bus. That is the bus that they cram 40 people into. It's a crazy ride:) We eat lunch with either Brother Moti's family, or Sister Shirley and her family. We then teach the girls singing for a couple hours, and then we catch a bus back to Line Path D, where we live, and teach singing at 4:30 to our church.

This past Sunday (February 22) Ellen and I split up and she went to Shirley's and I went to Moti's because our presence was wanted at both places. We decided we are not one unit, so we can split up. Then I walked down to Shirley's house with Ravinee so we could sing with everyone. This is Brother Moti's children, Raymond (19) and Ravinee (12).

This is Brother Moti and his wife Gasmine. (pronounced Jasmine) We kind of feel like they are our adopted family, Gasmine takes care of little things in life that our mom would help out with, like when we show up at her door drenching wet, and she goes and finds dry clothes for us to wear and feeds us, yeah, they're basically family.

This is me sitting on their railing. They have this sweet porch that just got finished being built, and it is so breezy up there. I am sitting on the railing (my favorite seat) that goes all around their porch.

Ravinee! She is such a sweet girl, and hangs around Ellen and I quite often. She takes piano lessons from us as well, and catches on pretty fast.

Gasmine preparing salad for lunch to go with the cook-up, which is rice, blackeyes, shallots (green onions) seasonings, beef chunks, and spicy pepper. It is yummy.

The emotion of Jesus

I know many of you already know this, but I just wanted to let you know I read something today that I think is amazing and awesome. Sometimes I think of Jesus as being a serious, firm, no-nonsense, and unemotional person. But I found that He DOES have emotion, and I'm so happy.

Jesus loved 3 siblings named Mary, Martha, and Lazarus a lot.

When Jesus heard that Lazarus was sick, he waited 2 days to go to see him because

"this sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby."

When he came to the house of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus, both sisters said the exact same thing when they saw Jesus,

"Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died."

Right after the second sister (Mary) says that to him, the bible says

"When Jesus therefore saw her weeping, and the Jews also weeping which came with her, he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled."

2 verses later, Jesus wept.

This really affected Him, and he REALLY loved these people. I think it troubled and hurt Him to see these sisters so sad and upset. His compassion is great- I'm so thankful for it. I'm so happy the bible records this account.

If you want to read it for yourself, read John 11:1-46

What a Day!

I have to let you in on my day Tuesday, because it was quite honestly awful. From the moment I woke up, I think I was just bound to fail fail fail. It started out LATE, and because of that, I was in a bit of a hurry. I ran down the stairs and tripped, throwing my stuff all over the floor which made me even later getting into the car with waiting people outside. I had planned to make oatmeal bread with my Remedial students, and I was going over the plans in my head. I realized I had left my vitamins on my dresser and forgotten to take them. No biggie, I can do that later I think to myself.

So I go back to planning the day- Go teach my Access class at 8:30-10:00, from 10:00-12:00 do the bread making, from 12:00-1:00 teach the garment making students their graduation song, from 1:00-1:30 eat lunch, 1:30-3:00 work the the library with Ellen on chucking old and bad books, 3:00 get on bus with Ellen to go to #57 to teach Ravinee and some other girls keyboarding lessons. Get there at 3:30, teach from 4:00-5:00, eat dinner, leave for the bible study at 5:30, bible study at 6:00, home around 8:15. Then detox and figure out tomorrow. There's my day going through my head while driving to the Centre at 8:15 a.m.

Then, the day happened. My access class went ok, we got much accomplished, and I was happy. I taught bread class, and the first hour went ok, though a little frustrating trying to teach 21 students how to make yeast bread! Then it just went downhill. Apparently, someone had sprayed cleaner in the oven, and no-one had told me, and I didn't know. So I bake the first batch of rolls, and it takes 45 minutes before they're done. Then the next ones are over risen, so I punch them all down and re-shape them. Wait for them to rise, and bake. They burn, and are only in the oven 20 minutes. The third one was a loaf pan, and it took an hour, the fourth one was a loaf pan as well, 45 minutes, and the fifth batch are burnt as well, and only in the oven 15 minutes! By this time, I have missed my singing with the girls, 12:00 has long come and gone, in fact, I didn't eat lunch or work in the library because it is now 4:00 and we need to be going to Ravinee's. It's not even like I ended up with good bread for all of that day. I was ticked.

We're late to teach lessons, my whole day just went down the drain with bread that BURNED because of a stupid oven that doesn't work right, and finally we get on a bus. Now, it is pouring rain outside, and has been for about an hour. I am carrying my purse, Ellen's gold bag that I borrow to put all of my teaching books, papers, and anything to deal with the Centre in. Oh- and a waterproof market bag full of all of the pans and ingredients from today's failure. So we're driving along, and I'm trying to get a better attitude because it's bad, and I'm watching for Ravinee's house so I can tell the bus driver where to let us off. I'm sitting in the front bench, right NEXT to the driver. You remember that it is raining, right? So the windows are all fogged up, and on top of that, my glasses are fogged up, double fog. So I can't see really well. Well. I see a water tower, which is (I thought) before Ravinee's house. I start watching for Ravinee's house, and don't see it where it was the last time I came. It has seemed like we've been driving a long time, so I say "I think here" to the driver. He stops the bus. It is pouring rain. Ellen doesn't think it looks right, but I know we've been driving forever. So we get out. And start walking backwards, because I promise Ellen I saw a water tower.

Well, I saw one alright, but it's the water tower in village #52, not 57. So we walk. It's pouring rain. There's no buses or Tapirs, and everyone is in their homes. We are getting drenched. I can't see where I'm walking because I now have fog AND rain all over my glasses, and hair too, none of which I can wipe because my hands are full with my bags, one in each hand.

We walk probably 20 minutes and some guys asked us toward the end of our 20 minute pouring rain walk if we want to come under their shelter(the bottom of their house), and we look down at ourselves, and look up, and Ellen says, "What's the point, we're already soaked." I was literally DRIPPING from the my skin to the top of my clothes. I felt like I'd gone swimming. Finally, a bus comes, and thankfully, decides to pick us dripping wet mops off of the street. They clear a bench for us in a somewhat full bus, because no-one wants to sit next to us. We tell them 57, and we laugh as we are driving. We are a sight.

We pass Ravinee's house again, because no-one can see out the windows because they're fogged, and I see the water-tower of 57, and tell them to let us off. We start walking the other way, toward Ravinee's house, and it probably took us 5 minutes to get there. While walking, I was so shocked and slightly baffled at my predicament, that I looked up and out-loud asked God if he thought this was funny. I then stupidly let him know that I did not think it was funny, like he didn't already know that. We laughed and kept walking as people stared at us like we were crazy people.

We get to Ravinee's, and her and her mom, Gasmine get us all new clothes to put on, and I taught the girl who came over for a piano lesson, a 5 minutes lesson before she has to leave. Wow.

Then Wednesday started off with a bang, me walking down the stairs on my way out the door to head to the Centre, and I'm carrying my purse, and the $80 boombox we just bought last weekend (in the box). Well, the box decides to collapse, and I'm only on the 12th step out of at least 22. So the boombox flies out of the bottom of the box, and crashes down the 10 other steep steps, and lands with a hard crash at the bottom. I am in utter shock, and all I can think to shout is "OH MY GOODNESS!" "OH MY GOODNESS!" "OH DEAR ELLEN,,," My heart was crushed. I felt like a complete and total failure. Then when I got to the Centre, I saw the huge crack on top of the boombox. I plugged it in- nothing. Yeah, that just confirmed my being a failure. It's ruined, and unless by some miraculous happening Terry can fix it...

While driving to the Centre, the song "trust and obey" was going through my mind. Then when I read my bible at the Centre, it was talking about how these earthly things profit little, actually, it was in John, and Jesus was talking about how things are simply means. They aren't that important. I think that was supposed to make me feel a little better. I'm still not sure if it did. I tripped down a flight of stairs at the tour of the Sugar Estate, and didn't severely hurt myself. Then if it hadn't been for one of my students yelling "MISS!" and grabbing my head and shoving it down, I would have cleared my head off on a beam that I was walking right into and didn't see. Oh boy.

Praise God today didn't have any such predicaments. I have come to learn that we have to praise him in the storms because He is who He is, no matter where I am. That's hard.

I praised Him today for keeping me from half killing myself or anyone else.

I'll praise Him tomorrow even if I find myself in some other crazy predicament.

Centre

Sorry for not answering your questions for so long Aunt Cindy!! It's been on my to do list for awhile, just haven't had the time.

The students at the Centre come from many places- all of the villages around #68. Some of them live an hour away, and they travel that one way every day. Many of the students are drop-outs from the public schools, or just students that couldn't function right there. In Guyana, the school system is pretty strict, and there is no program set up for students that are slower learners or that just learn differently. It seems the way to teach here is to write it on the chalk board and have them copy down the information. While this is very effective for some, others are left out. So some of these students simply didn't make it into high school (didn't test high enough to go on) so they are coming for the Remedial program which is reading, writing, math, global studies, arts and crafts, singing, and general topics.

The EduCare students are the garment making girls, and the electrical boys. They are students that are coming to the Centre to learn a trade. That is it. Now, we incorporate other things into their learning, such as computer classes, and bible classes, but their primary focus is their trade. I have asked many of these students why they aren't in public school, and some of them said they finished, others simply didn't test high enough, and they were no longer allowed to continue on. This seems fairly common here, and these students are not stupid or lacking intelligence, so I'm not sure why they fail. It may be that they were not applying themselves, and weren't studying, but I'm not sure. Regardless, they are learning a trade.

We have the CXC students that come in the afternoon from 3-5, and these are public school students (secondary students, like high school age) who are coming to get extra help for the CXC exam, which is somewhat like our ACT or SAT. These students go over any and everything that might be on the exam. They need to finish this exam to pass secondary school, and possibly enter university.

Finally, there are the OVC children, who come in the afternoon from 3-5 as well. These are children who are Orphans and Vulnerable Children. We play games with them, do a craft activity, feed them, show them a movie, draw pictures, and feed them a meal. This is an after school program for them as well.

At the Centre, Ellen and I do a wide variety of things.

Some of the things I do include:
Teach Microsoft Access class to the Centre's computer instructors
Work on updating/creating a web site for the Centre
Teach arts and crafts with the 14-17 year old Remedial class
Teach Singing to the 14-17 year old Remedial class
Teach singing to the EduCare students (electrical and garment making)
Do activities with the OVC students (make posters)
Teach random classes when a teacher is absent unexpectedly. I usually teach the Bible.
Head up projects like doing skits, teaching students to make a nice dinner for staff, etc.
Teach "counseling" class 2 times a month to Remedial students
Teach staff-improvement class

Some of the things Ellen does:
Teach arts and crafts with the younger Remedial Class
Teach singing with the younger Remedial Class
Teach singing to the EduCare students (electrical and garment making)
Do activities with the OVC students
Teach random classes when a teacher is absent unexpectedly.
Head up projects like the skits, cooking classes, etc.
Teach "counseling" class 2 times a month to Remedial students
Teach staff-improvement class
Re-arrange the office
Work on chucking old library books
helping teach the younger Remedial class

We spend a lot of time working together, and that's good- it's how we like it.

The Remedial students pay tuition, and I believe the other programs are funded. There is more information (not recently updated, but information none-the-less) regarding this on the school's website- geocities.com/rbbcentre

I hope that answered your questions, if you have any more, shoot them at me, and I'll try to answer them as best I can!

Beautiful

What does the word beautiful mean? I think spending the evening walking around the neighborhood with a bunch of kids that adore you, after you just spent a couple hours teaching them flannel graph stories, singing, and playing games with them is a pretty good start. Then, to top it off, because these kids want to show their love for you in a tangible way, they pick you a bouquet of all of these gorgeous flowers they have here in Guyana, just because they know you think they are beautiful. There's a whole lot of beauty in that.

Valentine's Day

I spent the best Valentine's Day I think I've ever had with 2 great friends of mine, Ellen and

Dian. We shopped ALL day long. We started at about 8:30, and got dressed up kind of cute (red, white, pink) and then headed off for the Market. We came home to drop all of our bags of groceries off at the house, and then caught another Tapir to go to the Market to just browse. You

see, every time we go to the Market, we always have an agenda, a list, and usually a pretty long one at that. So we perused the Market and had a great time enjoying each other. Afterwards, we hit the peak of the day by going to Church's Chicken, which is a fast food ish place near the Market. It reminded Ellen and I of home so much it's scary. The place was clean, the atmosphere was good, and the food was even better! We all had chicken sandwiches with french fries, and a Pepsi, and then we split this amazing strawberry cheesecake to end an amazing experience. While we were waiting for our food to get done (which took around 20 minutes because they do things right), there was a guy selling jewelry that came into the restaurant off of the street and started trying to sell us jewelry while we're sitting at a table. Then, he started telling us about his life, and how he's a good person, and good people die early, and wicked people live longer, and he's been married to a few rich girls, and everyone should have children young, (he basically started telling me that I needed to have children) that it is a good thing, and boy did

he just go on and on for the longest time. Ellen was going back at him and conversing pretty good with him, but I was kinda trying to stay out of it. The best part, was right before he got kicked out by the lady who was working at Church's. He had been telling us how you couldn't trust the bible because it was written by men and they are people just like you and me, so it wasn't to be believed, and it wasn't true. We all emphatically disagreed with him, but Dian REALLY spoke up and made it clear to him that the bible WAS true and it WAS the word of God. GO DIAN!!!

So, here are some pictures of our lovely time at Church's. We laughed, fellowshiped, dealt with a crazy man, and enjoyed EVERY bite of that amazing chicken sandwich. It might quite possibly be the best thing I have ever eaten in my life. I lie not.

The tower of garbage...oh yeah.

Little Blessings

I typed that previous post, pressed the publish button and it went to some error page. I went back to see if it saved the post and the screen was blank. My heart kind of sunk. I didn't have time to sit and re-type, and I was frustrated because it looked like it was just a half hour (or more) wasted. Then I gave it up to God and thanked Him anyway. I went downstairs and was discussing plans for this afternoon with Katie and I mentioned the brief frustration I had had. She just said something like "oh, that happens to me all the time, just do (x, y, z)". I came back up and tried doing whatever she said and I feel like I just experienced God's smile. I love that feeling.

I miss you all

I know this blog is to tell you all about what goes on here in Guyana. Part of life here involves missing people at home. I love what we're doing, I would not choose to remove myself from these surroundings prematurely and I'm excited to continue and finish the present course. Buuut, being away endears those I love to me all the more.

I miss Daniel all the time. I get to marry him in August though, so I'm pretty excited about that. That sentence is really weak. I can't really put in words how happy and excited (along with a ton of other emotions) I am for that day. Yet I'm happy that day is over six months away at the same time. He's been such an encouragement to me while I've been here, I'm amazed at his love for me, and I love seeing (or hearing of) him seeking God for strength. The stories of what God is doing in Eau Claire (through Eau Claire Gospel Centre, the members, pastor Dan, and Daniel) is so inspiring and encouraging to me. Oh Daniel, I miss you. Thank you for loving me 3,000 miles away. You have been so good for me, even while I've been here, you probably can't know how thankful I am for you. I'm seeing how powerful human love really can be through loving you. It's awesome. God is awesome. He made it all.

I miss my mom. I miss her wisdom, strength, love, our chats and fellowship, and just watching her do. She's an amazing woman and I want to be like her in so many ways. It's good for me to think back and really reflect on why I love people and miss them. I miss her a lot. I guess it's good for us, Mom, my being away that is. I will be moving three months after my return. Those will be a precious three months and I'm happy I'll have them with you and all my family.

Dad, I miss you! I was so excited to hear your voice the other night. Thank you for taking time to talk to me, e-mail, even write a real letter. It's so good for me, thank you for challenging me the way you did the other night on skype. I don't even know if you realized that I felt challenged. I love you so much.

Let's see...who else do I miss. I guess I'll just do some names at this point, if I did a short paragraph for every person I miss this thing would go way too long and I wouldn't be accomplishing my work that is cut out for me here! This list won't have any order, don't be offended if you're not first, or even if you're not on the list. Daniel, Dana, Chet, Nicole, Troy, Shane, Bryce, Owen, Lisa, Gabe, (did I mention Daniel?), Papa, Grandma, Mary, Uncle Marty, Aunt Kelly, Wendy, Light, Mendo, Priscilla, Marty, ummm...Daniel, Aunt Pat, Zachary, Uncle Kevin, Whitney, David, Mark, Sean, Brett, Joey, Jamie, Seth, Kent, Neil, Kirk, Lauren, DANIEL. I know there are more people, especially people I can think of that I know I would probably be missing if we had a deeper relationship. I am excited for the prospect of establishing some of those relationships upon my return and even somewhat while I'm here in Guyana. I especially think of people in Eau Claire through that last sentence. These people I specifically think of are Kevin and Anna, Keith and Amanda, Katie, Mom Kleven, Micah, Maria, Josiah, Adam, Pastor Dan and his family, the Andersons, Amanda, the other Amanda, and maybe there's even another Amanda?, all of the children!, and so many other people who I have faces but forgotten names! I think there's a Ruby...but I can't quite remember. Anyway, I've spent enough time on this post now.

You all know now, in one not-so-personal blog post, I love you!

"For God is my record, how greatly I long after you all in the bowels of Jesus Christ." Philippians 1:8

Centre Part 2

By the way, everything posted upside down, so if you want, start at the bottom and work your way up. Thanks! Sorry.

Oh these faces are so precious to me as well. These are some of the OVC children (orphans, and vulnerable children) and they come from very sad situations. The boy that is laughing asked me yesterday if when I go back to the states, when I come back, if I can bring him a bite of chocolate. He wants to taste chocolate from the states. These children LOVE it when Ellen and I play with them, and love attention. This is Anisia, James, and Thakur. Thakur is holding the big stack of valentines from the class. They will give them out on Friday.

Thakur and Rebecca, who is one of the staff at the Centre. She works in the office doing accounting. This is Rovendra and me.

This is my "adopted" boy from the remedial class, his name is Rovendra. He reminds me so much of Brett. I told him to show me his valentine and smile, and he only did one of those things as you can see.

This is Ellen helping one of the boys figure out what he's doing with his valentine.

This is the arts and crafts class we taught together on Tuesday as well. The boy looking right at the camera on the left is Carlos, a boy that loves Ellen (me too, but I don't see him as much) and ALWAYS wants to share his snack when they have a snack break.

James is sitting down to the right of Carlos, and Hemdath is in the green with a tie. James asked Hemdath to help him make me a valentine, but he doesn't want me to know. He asked me what kind of valentine I like and kept covering it when I would walk over to help one of the other students at the table. I love these kids.

This was our joint arts and crafts class on Tuesday. Ellen and I decided to join our remedial classes so that everyone could make valentines together. We are having a valentine party on Friday, and joining the classes again for that. This is the Educare sewing program. They do all of their sewing in this room, and the lady in the green is one of their instructors. They are currently making purple dresses for Graduation, which is on March 19th.

These are some of the sewing/garment making girls looking at patterns. The one sitting down looking at the book is Nataley, the one who has talked with me quite a bit, and expressed interest in the gospel. She has been coming to the #69 mission service.

This is the Educare Electrical program, instructed by Brother Terry. He also is the pastor at Roadside Baptist Church.

Here is a shot from farther back of the class. There are a lot of boys in this program. They range in age from 14-18.

Centre

This smile is one that both Ellen and I love. Vickey was in Ellen's remedial class, and got moved up into mine. He is a somewhat quiet boy, until you start talking to him, then he opens up. He is very artistic, and such a nice guy.

These are some of my students.

The guy in the front is Rovendra.

He's my friend who reminds me

of Brett so much.

Devendra is to the far left who

is laughing. Ronica is right behind Rovendra, and in Rovendra's row,

the 2nd boy to the last, his name

is Shaun. They are fun kids.

This is my group of remedial students. They are being taught by the guy in the green shirt, Andrew, in the front. Ellen's class is directly behind that green chalk board, so their teacher is using the other side of the chalk board to teach them.

This picture was trying to depict and capture the upstairs classrooms that are divided by that net/wood gate thingy. It is by no means sound-proof, so when I'm ranting about how God hates lying, pretty much any of the kids can hear, and many times they listen from the classrooms on the other side. Sometimes it is really annoying because the noise level is so high. This is again, Ellen's remedial class.

This is one of the remedial classes, the one that Ellen usually helps with. They have recently had quite a few more students added, so the class size has grown to over 20.

This is the hallway/stairs that you go through heading upstairs where all of the remedial classes are held. The upstairs is the "schoolroom". To the right of this picture is the library, you can see the doorway, and to the left would be the computer lab.

This is the library. Ellen and I are supposed to be doing a bit of work in here getting rid of a bunch of books, but we haven't gotten started on that yet. The table in the middle-right of the picture is where some people will "hang out" after class, studying, typing, reading, etc.

Varcia is teaching the electrical boys computer class here.

This is another view from the computer room. Can you find Ellen? She's using the one computer that we're allowed to use there that has internet that works somewhat fast. The others are very unreliable and slow. p.s. my waterbottle is on the table. With my purse, and other items. That has kind of become my "dump station" where I drop off all of the items I am not currently using.

This is the computer room at the Centre, this shelf is where they store all of their supplies. Varcia is wearing the green, and is in charge of all of the supplies. She teaches computer classes as well.

This is Anisia with Ellen after Thakur got off the Tapir. She is a very sweet girl and is the one that asked me to tell her what I know about Jesus. I posted about the questions my students asked me that touched me in an assignment I gave them, and hers was the last.

These boys are also from the Centre and were in the Tapir. Their names are from left to right, Clinton and Winston. Clinton is in my Remedial class, and Winston is an electrical student.
Clinton is a very good cricket player and we learned on the Tapir ride that he plays every day Monday through Friday for 2 hours on an organized team. He is a very sweet boy. Winston loves to play basketball at the Centre with the boys after class.

This is me with Ms. Parboty in the same Tapir. She is one of the Remedial teachers. She teaches the class that I teach and work with sometimes. They are the older remedial kids. p.s. sorry I look sick- I was. I had a fever and was dizzy and aching. p.p.s. see my ring? uh huh. It's been keeping them away.

These are two of the students from the Centre that we happened to catch a tapir home with. Their names are Anesia (pronounced Anisa) and Thakur. I have talked about Thakur in the past.

AAAHHHH!! AUNT CINDY can you please help with the formatting of this post? I don't understand what's going on, and I don't have time to sit and figure it out. Thanks!