Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts

24 February 2012

My Brother

My brother’s name is Herrence Modo.  He is a handsome boy with big ears, light in complexion and short in height.  Herrence is eleven years old, he is doing standard five at Tlhabologo Primary School at Gaborone West.

He is clever.  He usually performs with grade A and B at school.  His favourite subject is Mathematics and his favourite food are noodles, cake, hot wings, and instant porridge.  Herrence like to play with toys, tv game, play cricket and playing racing cars on a computer.  His role model is my uncle.  A pet that he like most is a dog.  He is so clever like a dictionary that he could help me with some difficult words.  Herrence is a person who is active in everything that he does, and he is not as lazy as I am.  He likes to help my mother to do some things like sweeping, cooking and washing clothes.  And he is a person who likes to do good things that will benefit him in life.

I like my brother because he is a responsible person, he is as handsome as a fresh banana and he always obey his parents and his sister, who is me.


By Ofinah K. Modo, Form 2 Student



[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

20 February 2012

The Real Queen

They all sat on the seat
That my grandmother owned
But they all vacated the seat
To find a proper place to sit
Because the seat was not suitable for them to own
For the real queen was born
My only sweet loving grandmother

Short as an infant’s shoe
Quick as a gun shot
Strong as a Mahindra truck
Funny as a qualified comedian
Always smiling like a bride on her wedding day
Proudly showing her missing teeth
With that twinkle in her eye
Which shines like a diamond

Some people confuse her to be American
But she is a real African queen
A queen who most hate
But loves all
Her light colour reminds many
Of the Asian princesses
Even her greatest enemies
Have turned up to be her best friends
Because they just can’t resist her beauty
Her god given beauty
The only queen in Africa
My Grandmother!


By Tsaone Garegae, Form 3 Student



[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

18 February 2012

Life

Life is sweet
Life is adorable
Life is expectable
In life there are no
Second chances
Once you die you will
No longer live again
You will die forever
So once God
Gives you a chance to live
Take care of it



By Agnes Leteane, Form 2 Student


[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

16 February 2012

My Self

My name is Refilwe Simane.  I am a girl who is short and clever.  I live in Mahetlwe but I board in Motswakhumo Junior Secondary School.

I am cool like a cool cat.  I like to pass my exam very much.  When I was doing standard seven I was take number 1*.  When I tell my mother that she smile with white teeth that look like a snow.

I have improved to speak English when I meet my friend.  She told me that practice makes perfect.  I also like English.  Nowadays when I speak English I speak it like Africans.

I want to be English teacher when I grow up.




By Refilwe Simane, Form 1 Student


*Taking "number 1" means that she got the best grades in her class.


[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

12 February 2012

Story About My Mother

There are many people who I love but my mother is the only one I love more than everything.  I met her when I was born at the hospital.  She learned me how to talk and read.  I remember the day she wakes me up to go to bath doing that with her all love and smile.  Oh! my mother is genius.

My mother raised me by her own but she gives me all I need.  She is a caring and loving person.  When I have school work and I don’t understand she helps me peacefully.  When it is my birthday party she buys me some cake then I can invite my friends.  But when she don’t have money to buy some cake she gives me something or she sings me birthday song.  At Christmas day we had lot of fun because we were sitting together having a delicious food and drinks.

I love my mother because she gave me sense of belonging, she is my heart and my soul, she gave my freedom to participate in class, I understand things at school because of her and she is source of pride and self-image.


By Gaamangwe Montshiwa, Form 2 Student




[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

10 February 2012

English Club Members

There are so many English members in the library
They are wearing their school uniform

They are with their beautiful teachers
I like to be an English member so that I can be able to say anything in English

I would like to encourage English members to go on with their club.

I am so happy about what I have seen in the library. 
Many students in the library are smiling.

There are many books in the library.




By Kagiso Jelankoo, Form 1 Student






[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

Adventures in Corporal Punishment

Note: This post has been a long time in the making.  Peace Corps volunteers are instructed encouraged to only write about positive things, or to write about negative things in a positive way.  However, this is an issue that makes it increasingly harder for me to be engaged and motivated at work.  In fact, it’s an issue that makes me not even want to go to work.  I trust that my readers know all the wonderful things about Botswana and will not let this aspect of the culture taint their opinion of the country and its people.

Today during morning assembly, in a classroom behind us, I heard a repetitive “thwack, thwack, thwack.”  I instinctively knew what it was, but in a rare optimistic moment I chose to believe otherwise.  After five minutes, I couldn’t stand it anymore and peeked around the lockers to find: a teacher beating his students.  Without knowing (or caring) the students’ supposed infractions, I turned to the group of teachers next to me and declared, “I am not going to stand here while he beats students.  It’s disgusting.”

They laughed at me. 

“And you know what?  It’s not funny either.  It’s horrible,” I replied.  Then, in typical Tess fashion, I tossed my hair and stormed off, doing my best haughty runway walk.

I might have been abler to take this episode in stride, had I not experienced something similar yesterday.

Yesterday was one of those sporadic occasions where I was early to work.  Homeroom and attendance starts at 7:30, but this day I walked onto the school compound around 7:10.  Students were dashing toward the front gate, which confused me – school didn’t start for 20 minutes.  One of the HODs (Head Of Department) had students in a line, and he was taking a long, thin stick and beating each one on his back for being “late.”  Yes, you read that right.  Being 20 minutes early for school is a punishable offense.  Not to mention, many of these children are orphans, impoverished, and taking care of multiple younger siblings.  I often wonder if the teachers ever consider how difficult it must be to take care of three young children, then walk a full 45 minutes to school and still be on time.

I covered my ears (the sound of stick against skin makes me sick) and yelled at him, “But it’s only 7:10!” and briskly walked to the staff room.  Want to know how many teachers were at work?  One.  I doubt anyone was beating them for being late.

The fact is that you can’t escape corporal punishment in Botswana.  There is a quote from the Bible that people here use as a defense: Spare the rod and spoil the child.  (Thanks a lot, Jesus.)  It is used at home and at school, and more often than not parents feel that their children probably deserve whatever punishment they are given at school.

The worst case of corporal punishment I’ve experienced happened last year.  A random locker check revealed that some students had alcohol, knives, condoms, and dagga (weed) in their lockers.  Stupid?  Yes.  Illegal?  Yes.  So the school got the Kgosi (the chief) involved in their discipline.  The way these adults decided to handle it was to hold a special assembly for the entire student body.  The Kgosi brought a stick almost the width and length of a cane and beat the students, one by one, until they bled.  He then used that same stick, without cleaning it, on the next student.  Because, obviously, in a country with a 30% HIV rate, it’s really smart to be mixing people’s blood.

I didn’t see the beatings – I learned of them from the other teachers.  As soon as I understood what was going to happen, I tried to talk to the school head, to tell her that this wasn’t the best way to handle the situation, but she blatantly ignored me, and so I left.  I live a fifteen-minute walk away from the school, and I could hear the students yelling and jeering at their unfortunate peers’ all the way up to my front door – like some kind of perverted carnival, or a 16th-century hanging in the town square.  It made me literally nauseous, and I boycotted work the rest of the week.

But why, if the teachers, parents, and local authorities feel it’s okay, am I so adamantly against corporal punishment?

The students of Motswakhumo do not perform well academically.  Our pass rate for the entire school is around 50%, even though getting a 50% on an exam is considered passing.  Kids don’t want to come to school.  I’m not blaming corporal punishment for the students’ low grades (there are a hundred other factors) but I do think that in order for youth to thrive they need to feel safe in their environment.  It’s hard to feel safe when teachers walk around carrying sticks, and can beat students at their own discretion, whether it’s an incident of bullying or a student being punished because someone stole his notebook (true story).

More relevantly, I find it completely against my moral principles.  There is no scientific proof that corporal punishment works.  It’s just a way for teachers to use students as a sounding-board for their frustration and as a show of power.  It honestly kills me inside to work at a school where teachers demand respect from students that they then refuse to return.

I’ve had some minor successes on the issue.  Some teachers have come up to me and started a discussion on how things are different in America.  (Note: in these discussions, I always start off by saying that in some states, corporal punishment is still legal.)  One of my favorite teachers, Mr. Kgogobi, has stopped using the method, and when I see him with a stick he assures me, “I am only carrying it to scare them – I don’t beat.”  When I see a teacher going to beat a child, I ask him or her if she has filled out all the proper paperwork and submitted it to the head teacher, which usually stops them in their tracks (or if not, at least shows the students that there is protocol that the teachers should be following).  After the horrible incident last year, one of the HODs apologized to me at the staff briefing.  Although it was a fake apology – “we’re sorry that you were offended” – at least I brought some awareness.

Despite these few, small steps, I’m pretty hopeless that there will be true change.  Teachers ask me how I was disciplined as a child, and I explain to them about after-school detention, suspension, and community service.  But teachers won’t agree to supervise detention or community service without extra pay, of which there’s no chance of getting.  And suspension?  Students would only be too happy not to have to go to school – and their families would be relieved to have extra help around the house.

I suppose this gives a bleak outlook on the situation, but I don’t really see a way that I can sugarcoat it.  People beat children because they were beaten as children, and until a whole generation decides to change its ways, the stick will always be the first method of discipline.

08 February 2012

My Favourite Teacher

A middle-aged woman who has a tiny bright eyes.  Light in complexion with bright, long shiny hair.  This is my beloved teacher.

While it is her day, she came shining with smile.  She teach us happily without any fear.  She know herself as she know her subject, also what she have to teach.

This teacher’s name is called Ms. Mookinyana.  She love us as she love her children.

I would like to pass her subject with Merit that she will be surprised.  I would like her to live a long savely life.



By Lorato Sebopiwa, Form 1 student




*Side note - Ms. Mookinyana is my best friend here in Botswana!






[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

06 February 2012

Poem About English

English! English you are the real light
A light to life
We use you in every subject except Setswana

You are the real light
We are taught English in every school,
No matter it is a Tswana medium,
A Portuguese medium or Afrikaans

You are the real light
Even students to go to senior schools
Teachers look to their performance on English
You are the chief of chiefs
A real chief

English a success to life


By Ofinah K. Modo, form 2 student




[In English club I like to have writing workshops every now and then.  Some of the students' work is cute, funny, and/or impressive, so I'm sharing it with you.  Keep in mind that English is these students' second, third, or even fourth language.  I am posting these exactly as written, including misspellings and other grammar/language mistakes.]

11 November 2011

Condom Demonstrations

My big project for this last term has been doing condom demonstrations in all of the classrooms.  I luckily got in touch with a woman who works with the District Health Team in Molepolole (my district’s main village) and she hooked me up with a model penis, model vagina, and male and female condoms to use in the demonstrations.

Once I had the supplies, I got right to work.  There are seventeen classes at my school (meaning close to 700 students) and I needed at least two periods with each class.  Due to other projects I was working on, it wasn’t as simple as just going to all the guidance classes.  I had to figure out when I would be at school and when I would make up any classes I missed, as well as working around different examinations given by the school.  Also, the schedule has up to three guidance classes during the same period, despite the fact that we have only one guidance teacher.  Go figure.

For the male condom, my counterpart and I made signs with each of the steps to using a condom on them.  One side had English, and one had Setswana.  I was adamant about teaching this in Setswana, because incorrect condom use is a common occurrence.  We would have eight students come up and give them the signs randomly, and they had to work together to put the signs in the correct order.  I definitely have not reached fluency, but I think now knowing how to explain condom use ka Setswana is a good start.

After initially learning the steps, I would go over them again while demonstrating using a condom and the model penis.  (I taught over a constant stream of giggles – mostly from the boys, ironically enough.)  I would then have one boy and one girl demonstrate, although if no one volunteered, I didn’t push it.  It was really important to me to create a safe, comfortable environment so kids will stop being so scared to talk about sex and ask those really important questions.

And boy, do the kids have questions.  It was wonderful to see them opening up to me, and to know that I was helping to dispel some common myths.  Some things the students believe I expected to hear – condoms aren’t reliable, real men don’t use condoms, if you use a condom you won’t feel anything.  But other myths are truly astounding – condoms have worms in them that make you sick, the U.S. sends over condoms with HIV in it to try to wipe out African races, if you have sex with a girl on her period her vagina will bite you.

The following class I demonstrated how to use the female condom, which also got plenty of laughs.  Although I don’t believe many women use the female condom, there is a lot of interest in it, which is great.  I didn’t have enough female condoms for any students to also try, so after demonstrating and having a Q&A session we discussed different forms of birth control.

Most students had heard of the condoms, the pill, IUD, and injections (and, of course, abstinence).  Interestingly, almost every class also offered sterilization as a method of birth control.  While that’s true, I thought it was strange that students so young would have sterilization on the forefront of their minds.

We then reviewed bad forms of birth control, many of which the students believe to be effective:
  • “Pulling out,” or withdrawing before ejaculation
  • Having sex during the woman’s menstruation cycle
  • “Safe period,” which means having sex during the five days after a woman menstruates.  They believe that since the woman is not ovulating, there is a zero percent chance of her getting pregnant, and this is taught in science classes.  I emphasized that while it is not likely, it is still a possibility, and condoms/birth control should still be used.
  • Sex positions – i.e. if a woman is on top, gravity will keep the sperm from reaching the egg
  • Different methods from traditional doctors

It was encouraging to see how engaged some of the students were.  It made me feel as if I actually was making a difference in their lives, and that being informed will help at least a few students make better choices.  After a year and a half of ambiguous reporting to Peace Corps, it’s a great feeling to know I have solid numbers (I’ve reached 680 youth this quarter!) to send to Washington, D.C.

More than just helping the students, it was a small epiphany for myself.  I loved doing these classes, and I’m already in the process of putting together sex education curriculum for next year.  After feeling somewhat irrelevant for a lot of my service, I’m getting excited again, and perhaps my interest and passion can guide my career choices when I get home in June.

28 August 2011

Life Skills Infusion Workshop in Malwelwe

The Botswana Ministry of Education has created a curriculum of basic life skills (which is where my title of Life Skills Volunteer comes from), and has additionally linked each topic to the HIV epidemic.  A “life skill” could be anything from self-awareness, to decision making, to risk taking, to healthy living.  It’s basically, um, a skill you use in your… life.  Life skills.  Yeah.

The curriculum is used by guidance teachers in all the schools.  The Ministry of Education also aims for every teacher to use the curriculum in their own classes.  Taking an objective from the Life Skills curriculum and using it in conjunction with an objective from a teacher’s own curriculum is called “infusion.” 

Unfortunately, the Ministry of Education never actually trained teachers on infusion.  Instead, they just gave out the Life Skills textbooks and said, “Have fun.”  Since infusion is not second nature and gets increasingly more difficult as students get older, this resulted in no teachers infusing.  Ever.

Two volunteers who were a year ahead of me (meaning their service finished in June) invited my best friend Paco and I to participate in an Infusion Workshop they were holding in a village called Malwelwe (yeah, just try to pronounce that name, I dare you).  The idea was that Paco and I would learn how to run the workshop and bring it back to our region, thereby training even more teachers on how to infuse.

The workshop in Malwelwe was fantastic.  First of all, we stayed with a teacher whose nickname was Chucks – I mean, you just know a woman called Chucks is going to be awesome.  The hospitality, generosity, and fun nature of the teachers at Malwelwe Primary just blew me away.

Additionally, these teachers were really into learning about infusion – how to do it, when it’s appropriate, and tips and tricks for infusing more difficult topics like science and agriculture.  With all of our presentations the teachers were engaged and attentive, and they seemed truly appreciative that we were trying to help their school.

I gave a session introducing how to plan an infused lesson

After a morning of introducing Life Skills and infusion, we had an afternoon of lesson planning.  The four of us Peace Corps volunteers went around the room, working with each teacher individually as he or she planned an infused lesson.  The teachers couldn’t just pick any topic, however – we had them plan a lesson that they were going to do with their class the very next day.  Having the hands-on session of lesson planning helped tie in all the presentations from the morning, and the teachers really seemed to pick up the goals behind infusion.



KG, Lucas, and John, who set up the workshop


Assisted lesson planning

The drive behind the entire Life Skills program is the HIV epidemic and, more generally, sexual health.  Sexuality is not exactly an easy thing to talk about in the classroom, especially for the first time.  We played a game with the teachers to lighten the mood as well as to get them comfortable with talking about different aspects of sex.  The game is called Abstinence or Not.  The teachers had to decide whether partaking in certain intimate activities (kissing, holding hands, etc.) was abstaining or not.  The game really gets people thinking about what abstinence actually means.  I think the funniest part was when we called out “mutual masturbation.”  One teacher turned to me and said, “Wait, what does that mean?  Who is touching who?!”  It was a fun way to  make sure the health/HIV objectives of Peace Corps Botswana were addressed during the workshop.


Explaining the rules of the game

Fun with abstinence

The next day, the four of us volunteers split up and observed the teachers during their infused lesson, and then gave the teachers feedback.  There were some teachers that were still struggling with the concept, but overall we mostly had positive things to say.  Here are some great examples of infused lessons: agriculture and goal setting; Setswana and communication; mathematics and decision making.
                                                                                                  
What made this 2-day workshop a success was truly the open-mindedness and willingness of the teachers to learn.  Paco and I are looking forward not only to bringing this workshop to other schools, but to a follow-up visit to Malwelwe!


02 March 2011

Botswana Book Project

In my first months of service here, I went with a social worker to deliver mopako, or food baskets, to a nearby rural village.  Instead of having a pen for people to sign their names, they had an ink pad for fingerprints.  Not for extra security, but rather because the overwhelming majority of community members were illiterate.

Imagine being 50 years old and not knowing how to read.  Not knowing how to hold a pen.  Not knowing how to even spell your own name.

Now imagine that you could do something to prevent that, and here is your opportunity.  An inspirational woman named Pam moved to Botswana in 1997 for one reason: to address illiteracy and health issues through donating books to schools and libraries throughout Botswana.

As a Peace Corps Volunteer, I will be on the list to access thousands of books on the very first day.  That means come June, my junior secondary school and preschool will have hundreds of new books.

This whole project hinges on one condition: the generosity of Americans.  Most urgently, donations are needed (no matter how small) in order to pay for the shipment of 25,000 books from Atlanta to Botswana.  Last year, small private donations of around $10 resulted in $6,000 - or half of what is needed to ship.  Currently, the Project is in need of $5,000.

Attention All Teachers: A book drive could be a great project to do school-wide.  If interested, please email me and we can brainstorm ideas - teaching the students the importance of reading and education, about a new culture, generosity, the Peace Corps, etc.  Upon my return to the states, I would gladly come thank your school personally.

For more information and guidelines, check out my "Get Involved" tab or the main website of the project.

15 February 2011

YES Club Officers 2011

From Left: Mma Gaoetswe, Tsaone, Tsotlhe, Tess
Gobona, Wame

02 November 2010

Youth Forum: Day One

Yesterday I checked my email at around 6pm, after work, and I had a message from my supervisor at the Ministry of Education, Jane.  She wanted to know if I could make a meeting at 9:00 the following morning to help plan for the Youth Forum.  Luckily, Peace Corps has made me nothing if not flexible, so I cleared my day and headed out the next morning at 6:45.

The meeting was two hours long, but really interesting.  There are two Youth Forums each year for orphans and vulnerable children from across the nation, aged 10 – 20 years old.  This Forum is expanding its capacity to 175 students and is being held in the Tuli Block, and one day there’s an excursion to see the wildlife.  It was great to be in a meeting with individuals who truly wanted to be there, and who wanted nothing but success for the Forum.  Many raised really good points as we discussed different aspects of marketing, logistics, and counseling services.

I fully expected my role to be “Peace Corps Volunteer: Help out with random things, mostly just observe, and play with the kids.”  However, Jane nominated me to be on the facilitation committee.  It entails evaluating different organizations in order to determine which one will be the best at facilitating sessions for the students.  On Friday, I am going to watch four organizations do activities with three different age groups, and after that decide which one to hire. 

Jane also informed me that she wants me to create a hands-on session about volunteerism.  I want to make it really interactive, and ideas are starting to formulate (although, if any of you can think of any games or activities that apply, please let me know).  I might even volunteer to do a couple dance sessions.  It could help students not only express themselves in a new way, but become more comfortable with themselves and with the other students, allowing them to open up more in the counseling sessions.

It feels great to actually be given responsibility!  

25 October 2010

Prizegiving

At the end of each term, every school across Botswana holds a big ceremony called Prizegiving.  Basically, it’s a day-long event at school where the students who have gotten the highest grades for each subject get rewarded (one student per subject per form, meaning that for each subject three students receive a prize).  Parents are invited and encouraged to come, and there are fundraising efforts for many months leading up to the event.

During the week before Prizegiving, excitement permeated around the school but I had no idea what to expect.  When the day rolled around, I made sure to wear a pretty dress and took extra time on my makeup.  I arrived to school to find all the teachers took the opportunity to dress down instead.  Typical. 

As I said, preparations had been going on for months, and yet the ceremony was delayed nearly two hours in starting because the actual prizes for the students had not even arrived at school, let alone been wrapped.  I helped teachers wrap prizes such as big mixing bowls for cooking, electric kettles, and home décor. 

Finally it was time to begin, and I sat on a curb to watch, as the parking lot had been converted into a little stage, with plastic chairs set up under big tents.  There was a DJ playing music as we waited for the guest speaker, a businessman by the name of Ittan, to get situated.

In the U.S., I’m familiar with school awards ceremonies – they always have academic and athletic ones.  Someone at a podium will announce the winners, he or she will walk up to get a certificate, shake hands, smile, take a picture, sit back down.  In Botswana however, the drama club performed a play which was really cute (not that I understood any of it – it was in Setswana), the choir sang a few songs (even one that involved the audience and got all the parents laughing), and a long speech by the guest speaker about the importance of education.

I have to say though; I think my favorite entertainment of the day was from our math teacher/choir instructor.  He’s very passionate about music, and loves to perform.  (Note: this is the same man who texted me two days after we met: “i hav nvr had such strong luv feelings 4 a lady.”)  Well today he was of course performing, but he actually had two BACKUP DANCERS.  I’m thinking of reconsidering my rejection of his courtship.

Then came the actual giving of prizes.  It was really amusing – after being announced the kids would walk up to get their prize either a) completely embarrassed and covering their face with their hands, or b) acting completely nonchalant, hands in their pockets and everything.  The really funny part was that their mother would also come up to get the prize, dancing and celebrating, and giving their embarrassed kid a huge hug.  Even the Head of Department teachers would get up to give students hugs, picking them up off the ground and swinging them around.

One form 3 student I know, Botho, got a few prizes.  The first time she went up, I was worried that a parent hadn’t come for her.  Then – her older brother came walking up and gave her a hug, overwhelmed with pride.  My God, break my homesick heart into a million pieces.    

At the end, I was exhausted.  Sitting in the sun for three hours without any water had just drained me of energy.  I decided to head home without getting a free lunch (which, let’s be honest, is what everyone was looking forward to).  The DJ had turned on music and the kids stormed the parking lot, dancing around and jumping.  Of course I had to dance with them – and found myself getting completely mobbed.  I couldn’t see anything but laughing faces and hands and general jubilation.  It was fun, until I started to get pulled in three different directions and then someone pulled on my dress (which was bad since my dress was strapless).

I spent the rest of the day recuperating on the couch, but it was undoubtedly a nice day to be a part of the Motswakhumo Community Junior Secondary School family.