Monday 12th August- bald

Today was my last day teaching at Kinderkatten School before the exams began. I began the day with a maths test for the class about the topic of graphs. After a break of bananas and porridge it was the English lesson. I had already finished my topic in this so I spent the first half of the lesson with some brief English exercises and then did some general revision for the class. Because of how good the class’s behaviour had been, I allowed the last 10 minutes of the lesson to be some games and singing. I tried teaching the class to sing ‘Parklife’ by Blur again, as well as teaching them a new song, ‘Valley Floyd Road’, the song of Charlton. The class weren’t too bad at the Charlton song but kept persuading me to try and sing it instead. And every time I did sing, the class were in hysterics because of how bad my singing is.

Such memories

We got back to the lodge about 4:30 to find out that Kelly, who had been severely ill for the last week would sadly be going home tomorrow. As a result we all stayed up late to wish her luck and have some photos. During the night Sam (a volunteer who was staying 12 weeks having already done 6 weeks when we arrived) decided to have his head shaved into a Mohawk. Due to the fact that I've been tempted for a while to have my head shaved, and that my class had been asking me since our lesson on lice when I said if you had a shaved head you would be more protected against lice to get my head shaved, I decided I would do it. I got 4mm all over my head; the most terrifying part of the process was when people were showing me photos of my head during the cut, at parts I looked like a wise monk. I instantly regretted my decision as soon as Holly attacked my head with a razor. After all the stuff I've done on this trip; teaching, bungee jumping, canoeing and rafting, I was most scared of having my hair cut. A couple of hours after this unusual decision we all went to bed.

Uganda style