School

When I arrived in Rwanda, Louise asked me what I wanted to do there. I said I would love to work with orphanages or really kids in any way. She has a friend who she was going to try to talk to about me visiting orphanages and helping out. A few days later, I had my "interview" at the nursery school and every day after that was busy with school. I love that what God wanted me to do was totally different than what I thought I would be doing.

I have to admit, I'm a school geek. I love buying school supplies, going to school everyday, even doing homework. I love that I got to spend time at this school. (although I have to admit, some days I didn't feel like going there... it's hard work!!) I really don't feel like I helped them at all... it seemed to me like they were doing me a favor by letting me spend my time with them.

The kids were so sweet. Even the ones that had behavior problems gave me hugs every day. I know this is because I'm white, but it still was so sweet. I loved hugging them. They made me not miss my little brothers and sister so much.

I love how we tried so hard to talk to each other, but no one understood a thing. I think it's so funny how I would try to explain their work to them. I would hold their hands and the pencil and try to write, sign language, writing on the tables with my finger. Pretty much anything to help them understand. Sometimes (or maybe most of the time) after a long time of trying, I would just call the teacher over to let her explain.

I love how, when I got to school every morning in my normal clothes, they would say "Good morning!". As soon as the teachers gave me my smock (?) that all the teachers wore, they would come up to me and start talking to me in Kinyarwanda. I guess they thought it was a magical smock.

I loved how, every morning, the first thing they do is sing, dance, pray and sing the national anthem. Every morning.

I miss them a lot. One of the nuns would tell me every day "When you get a break from your university, you will come here to see us. I know it." Who knows?