An Indian education
Not much happened the past two days other than washing cloths, eating mangos and dinner at Confucius both of which may have given me the tummy troubles. I went to the bathroom five times from 3:00 in the morning until about 6:00. Lesson learned: Spicy food + diarrhea = very bad mornings. We finally made it to Tezpur. The bus ride here was a joy ride. Thankfully it was cool because of the rains. Downside was the driver used the horn constantly (for about 5 hours straight) to the point I was about to walk up and rip the horn out and shove it down his esophagus. Needless to say diarrhea, stress, and bus horns do not make for great travel. ( i had my burbons and sprite to keep me at ease) We made it to Tezpur safely and we toured the hospital and learned how it works and all that jazz. Tuesday Kelly and I were able to meet with the Headmaster at Emmanuel Christian School (which is near the hospital). We met with him and asked him a lot of questions. He was a wonderful guy. We enjoyed him a lot. We learned a lot about the school and some common problems or happenings in government schools. We were unable to sit in on a class but we met with the assistant headmistress and three teachers. We asked them all many questions. It was interesting. The Headmaster worked for 13 years in a tea plantation then started a tribal school and is now working with ECS. He is about to complete his one year with ECS (oky side note as I am writing this Connor and I just heard about 20 gun shots that sounded very close to us. I heard no one screaming so hopefully it was target practice at 10:00 at night? This is not a comforting bedtime noise). Anyways, the school was good and bad. We learned a lot and they were very nice but working here in the future would not be possible. We had to get special permission to see the students. But it was interesting to say the least.