This morning I was woken up by the loud speaker from the Mosque diagonal from my house at 4 am. Every morning at 4 am sharp is the first call to prayer. For the past 3 months my body has been pretty good about ignoring the call to prayer, but this morning as if it was my first time hearing it, I woke up, shuffled around bed for a bit, and fell back into a deep sleep until I was woken up by my alarm on my cheap black Nokia phone at 5:30am. I press snooze for another 5 minute. I blink, and again at 5:35 my Nokia phone goes off. I finally get up, throw on some clothes, grab my toothbrush, toothpaste, and water bottle and head over to the mandi (bathroom).
By 6:30am most mornings, I’ve already had my breakfast, drank the coffee that my host grandmother’s made for me, decided which of the 5 batik shirt I should wear to school that day, and headed out the door. By 6: 40am, I’ve arrived at school. And like most days, I am the first teacher to step into the nice air-conditioned teacher’s lounge (this is a luxury I do not take for granted). I pop open my laptop and check my emails. The first hour of my school day is spent shaking hands and making small conversations with all the teachers as each arrives. With my limited Bahasa Indonesia, our conversation usually ends at “inggih sudah makan” (yes, I’ve already ate). Sometimes when I want to be real creative I'd say, “sudah sarapan” in the local language (Bahasa Jawa) and the teachers get a real kick out of it.
I teach at a SMA (highs school). In Indonesia, high schools consist of 3 grades; 10th graders, 11th graders, and 12th graders. I teach 7 classes, 4 - 10th grader class and 3 - 11 grader class. My classes vary by the day. My 10 graders meets once a week for 90 minutes, and my 11 graders meets twice a week for 90 minutes each.
This week, the majority of teachers have training for the new education curriculum, so there really is no class. Students are still at school so I still attend my English classes, but we’re mainly just reviewing materials and playing games since technically, I’m not allow to teach without my Indonesian counterpart (co-teacher).
After school today, I have English Club. I love my not-so-little English Club. Right now we have about 90 members and to help with the large class size, I have 4 student council members. They’ve been a tremendous help with announcements and taking care of admin things.
My day ends with me biking over to the coconut juice vendor near my school. I usually buy 2 bags of coconut juice and enjoy them as I watch a movie or read in the evening. 1 bag of coconut juice cost Rp 4,000 which is 30 cent USD.
Life here is slow but I enjoy waking up with the sun and sleeping before my little 6-year-old host sister does.
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