I didn't travel.

I didn't go anywhere crazy this weekend. This isn't an entry like most of the others. Instead I worked.

Funny statistic: I have monday off after I work a weekend. SO, The number of Mondays I have had off can be taken as a sign of weekends worked. Last week one of the other teachers told me that it was the third Monday we had worked since the Semester had started. Third. That means I have worked three weekends a month since I got here. Wow.

The plus side to this: We went to the elementary school for a lecture where I do a visit every once in a while. The Junior high students were putting their bags away in the first graders' room to store them until after the lecture. I took that opportunity to walk around and see the kids' room since I usually see them in a play room.

In some, maybe most of the 6 or 7 desks, the students had saved the handouts I had given them in class. It was kind of heart warming to know that the kids were enjoying my class and getting something out of it, or at the very least they liked the pictures I drew for them. Regardless, the fact that just a few of them had different sheets as decoration on their desk meant that they weren't forced to by their teacher. Moments like that make me glad I'm in a small village, and I know all my kids... and their parents... and their cousins, brothers, grandparents, postmen, barbers, tofu delivery men...