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Another post to come soon, but in the mean time, here are all of my favorite pictures from Kopila!

Saturday at Bul Bule

Today we went to Bul Bule to bathe and play (and cool off!) and it was such an awesome time. Here's a sneak peak at all our fun :)

Krishna Bogati rockin some shades

Bishal is sooo happy to stop for some tasty chaat!


Frank and Krishna

Krishna and Madan being awesome big brothers and helping Bishal over the puddle

Santosh...so serious

The girls washing their clothes

Bindu being a cutie............despite the picture crasher in the background haha

Bindu and Cristina playing in the water. If there is one person in the world that should go to a waterpark, it is most definitely this girl.

Nisha soaping up

Frank and Bindu sharing some shampoo

And last but definitely not least...Maya

Half Day Craft Day

I just really like Santosh's expression :)

Turtles out to dry

Lisa and Cristina getting the paper mache going!

1st class with their turtles!

Paper Mache Balloons

Big Nisha with her paper mache pencil holder

Hard at work.......don't worry the paint is washable!

Sundar and his turtle. How cute is he?!?!?

Fridays are half days here at Kopila Valley School, and today we did some really awesome crafts! Not only were they fun, but they are also super functional :) Since the desks in the classrooms are all slightly slanted toward the students, their pencils roll off very easily and they also always have their erasers and pencil sharpeners scattered around their tabletops. How ever will we fix this?! Well, we have found the answer to this, and most problems of the world - Paper Mache. (According to one paper mache fanatic's website, it can even be strong enough to build a house! haha) There will be no house building going on here, but we are having the kids make their own pencil holders made from used water and soda bottles which, after they are dry and painted, we will nail along the tops of the tables. We will also be having them make small containers for the ends of each row of desks to catch their pencil shavings in. This will help to keep all the kids at their desks instead of getting up to go to the dustbin every 5 seconds, and Lisa and I have found some cool crafts that use the pencil shavings to make feathers and scales on pictures of animals and petals on flowers. I think I smell a recycling movement in the making here at Kopila! We've been asking the teachers and kids to bring in their old newspapers, water bottles, cardboard containers, jars, anything, because we can use it all. We're kind of limited when it comes to art supply availability (I'm pretty sure we are the only school that even does arts and crafts at all) and there is no trash or recycling system in Surkhet so everything just gets burned or thrown into the sewer/on the ground. In the mean time, everyone thinks we're crazy for hoarding our trash the way we have been, but they'll see! So if anyone has any ideas for arts and crafts using minimal supplies and recycled materials please please share!

Project number two had the kids using balloons to make paper mache baskets. Some kids covered the whole balloon so they will have nice colorful paper mache balls, which is ok too. Project number 3 (and my personal favorite) was paper plate turtle making! Well they weren't actually paper plates. They have these cool little bowls here that are made from dried leaves, leaf mache if you will, that are used at many of the food carts on the street. We get this amazingly tasty sauteed corn concoction called chaat sometimes, which is how we discovered the bowls. They're super inexpensive, more environmentally friendly than paper, and I think they looked even better than paper plates would have. If you don't already know, turtles are my favorite and so I was thrilled to see all the kids in KG and 1st Class each making their own. They were soooooo so cute, and everyone was so proud of their creations. My favorite thing was watching them all carry their little turtles home with them after school to show their families. I thought of when I would make something cool in school and be so excited to show my Mom what I had done. I'm happy these kids get to feel that too :)

Since the whole school was doing crafts today, we were so lucky to have Cristina take a few classes while others got started. She taught them some Hindu chants and yoga poses that she learned in Pokhara. The sound of the chanting was so great, and the kids definitely loved it. She also busted out the parachute that we brought for them and they played some games with that for a little while before it was their turn to get their paper mache on.
Overall it was a wonderful, successful, and exhausting day. I hope you like the pictures!!

The kids just had dinner (Chow mein! YES!) and are downstairs watching TV, a special Friday treat. Tonight the plan is to watch Ratatoullie, one of my favorites, and tomorrow...Bul Bule!

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

MOOOOOOOve Over! I'm Comin Through!

Today, a cow pooped on me.

These are not your typical American dairy cows people. These are the biggest cows I have ever seen. This particular sacred being was literally the same height as me while it was just walking normally. Lisa and I passed them on the way to the market to get orange juice for a sick boy from school and we always comment on how gi-normous and impressive they are just roaming the streets like they do. So we successfully acquired the juice and some nail polish for painting initials on everyone's shoes since they seem to be mysteriously disappearing lately, and we headed home.
Here comes the herd.
Down the street they come, guided by their owner, and being as large as they are and taking up most of the narrow road, I was almost brushing up against the Big Mama. I saw her swatting tail near closer to me so I moved over a tad so as not to get flicked, and then it hit me. Literally....then the poop hit me. Like splattered all over my foot and leg. The message the universe is trying to send me through this is still lost on me, but Lisa and I sure got a good laugh out of it. As did all the people in the village who witnessed it. I then sighed and said, well it could have been worse! And it definitely could have...at least I didn't have any cuts or scrapes or anything on my feet. So I'm thankful for that. And upon returning home, we decided that it was definitely good luck since cows are god here :)

Ok, that would have been a good place for my blog to end for today right? I mean what else can I really talk about after getting pooped on. Well, I also got to experience Phase 4 of the Nepali Workout - Run to Hospital in the Rain.
So right as I was finishing up telling the above story, Chirin, one of the men on the staff here, came and knocked on the door to Cristina's and my room (Cristina is back safe and sound from Pokhara!) where I had been snipping away at the thousands of flashcards I have been making for a month now and said "Phone call, Ganga, downstairs". Ganga is the school office secretary. Confused about why someone would possibly be calling us in Nepal, we both headed downstairs to a silent phone and were told to wait. About 2 minutes later the phone rang and it was Lisa. She was at the hospital with Frank, Ganga, and a boy in 5th class who was slipping in and out of consciousness. She asked me to come to the hospital with Frank's good stethoscope, the small medical bag, and her money. I ran over to the school to gather everything (the clinic has been moved from the house into the new school building along with the rest of the classes) and Cristina passed word that Reading Tuition was cancelled, and also found Tope who got the scooter ready to go. Off we went, me having absolutely no idea what was actually going on, to the 6 bed hospital in the market. And when I say 6 beds, I mean they only have six beds. And nothing else. Oh wait, they have a pole for you to hang the IV bag on. That is after you go back across the street to the pharmacy and buy the IV bag and the tubing and the canula and any other supplies you need.
Once we got there Frank filled me in on everything that was going on, and although he suspected that the boy had had an absence seizure, one in which there are no convulsions, we wanted to be sure that his symptoms (loss of consciousness, headache, sweating, cold fingers and toes, confusion, muscle weakness, slight twitching) weren't caused by a cerebral hemorrhage or hypovolemic schock. Of course since the nearest place to get a CT scan is in Nepalgunj, hoursssss away, there was no way for us to know for sure. So I volunteered to go back home, do some research online, and return with what would hopefully help provide a sound diagnosis.
Then since this is Nepal, and nothing will ever go perfectly as planned, it started to pour as soon as Tope and I got back to the house. Well, we couldn't take the scooter back to the hospital in the rain. So I looked up all our possible diagnoses and associated symptoms (freaking out the whole time that I would miss something or forget something or not have enough and thinking that I was the WORST researcher ever). Then I kept all the websites up on my computer so that they would still be up without an internet connection, stuffed my computer in my backpack, yanked on my rainboots, and with an umbrella from Tope I set off running to the hospital. I can't imagine what the people must have thought of me. There I go, white person who gets stared at while walking on a normal sunny day, and I'm running through the mud and pouring rain with my long skirt tucked up into the waistband and rainboots, which no one here has oddly enough since it MONSOONS EVERY YEAR and 98% of the roads are MUD. I soon gave up on the umbrella because it was difficult to hold up and run at the same time and I was getting soaked regardless. I then realized I was wearing a light colored shirt and prayed that I wasn't giving the townspeople a free show. (Lisa later assured me I was fine and still appropriate haha) I have seriously never been so grateful for my rainboots. THANK YOU RAINBOOTS! I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure these were my Mom's rainboots and we've had them sitting in the closet for years. I threw them into my suitcase last minute after refusing to spend $20 on a new pair, and it's a good thing I did because I stepped into some pretty deep and questionable looking puddles without even thinking twice. Ok, anyway, sorry I have digressed out of pure love for my black rubber saviors.
So not even a hundred meters down the road (I'm reeeally bad with estimation but the hospital is probably a good 20 minute or so walk) I start to hate myself for the lack of working out I have done over the past few months. WHY Kelly, why couldn't you just go for a little run everyday? I was also thinking, WHY did you not eat lunch today!? I walked as fast as I could for a bit then took off again, ignoring the strange looks and shouts I was getting, and I thought, well they stare and think I'm weird anyway so I might as well give them something to look at. I was so happy to arrive at the hospital, and with something useful to give to Frank. Our boy was looking better already, and Frank was able to determine that he had had a seizure. He still advised that they get a CT scan done this week, but it was good to feel that sense of relief that he was in no immediate danger, and after a little time he was even able to walk home. Thank goodness. I wasn't in the ambulance on the way to the hospital with him, but from what Lisa and Frank told me, it was a pretty scary experience and we are all SO grateful that he is alright. So now the teachers will have to be educated on what to do if a child has a seizure in class, and Frank is looking further into treatment options.

On a super positive note, we have found Snickers in Surkhet.

I think that's about all for today, as I am quite tired and looking forward falling asleep. Who knows what tomorrow may bring.

Enjoy your Wednesday everyone! I hope yours is more sanitary than mine :)

Thank You for Bein' a Friend

Why yes, that is the Golden Girls theme song. Lisa has successfully taught it to the kids, and it turned out to be the perfect theme song for yesterday as we spent all day making friendship bracelets. Literally all day. Like 7 hours of bracelet making. It started in the morning when Krishna Bogati woke me up looking for an origami book which I failed to find, so I offered her the friendship bracelet book instead to satisfy her need for crafting. I took all thread down to the girls room, brought them some clipboards for holding the ends, had my morning tea with some beaten rice (my new fav) and dove into a project that outlasted the time I drew enough Disney princesses for every child in Nepal. It was great. So thank you Margaret for sending this wonderful book!!! They love it! As soon as I brought the supplies down we had to migrate from the girl's room to the big satsung room because everyone wanted in. The boys were into it too and made some pretty awesome things.

I was really impressed with how well everyone did. I never really made friendship bracelets when I was little because it looked so hard and I never gave it the time. But as long as I helped them keep their strings straight, they were able to make beautiful bracelets and were so proud of themselves with their finished products. Out of all the younger kids, Bindu especially got the hang of it and even built up some speed! Oh how I love my little Bindu. Sadly she is too tall to stuff into my suitcase :( But that's ok because her proportions will allow her to someday win America's Next Top Model and we will reunite in New York City where she will be the spokesmodel for the clothing line of her favorite thing in the universe, High School Musical.

In other news, it has been Lisa, Frank, and me holding down the fort this week (and the INCREDIBLE amazing stupendous staff of course). Hannah and Cristina left on Tuesday for a yoga and meditation retreat in Pokhara. Cristina will be back this Tuesday, while Hannah is continuing on to Israel, Palestine, and then finally home. I am so so happy to have met Hannah here. She is a wonderful person, and it is easy to see why she and Maggie are best friends. I look forward to our stateside volunteer reunion :) Maggie has also headed home to see her family and attend the Do Something Awards. They are on VH1 on Monday July 19th at 9 pm, so keep an eye out!

This has been a short one, so I hope you enjoy the pictures :)

The Show Must Go On!

"Now who will help me EAT the roti?!" - The Little Red Hen

One of our wonderful readers

Sushila, one of our bright reading tuition students! I love her!

The puppets for The Little Red Hed (Hen not pictured)

Maya and other KG kids with their drawings of The Growly Bear

2nd Class performing The Ants Go Marching

So cute!

The audience starting to fill up! There were so many more there by the time we started!


I apologize for how long it's been since I've posted but things have been non-stop around here! Gosh, where do I even begin? Ok I guess I'll get a stressful, frustrating thing out of the way first.

So last week, I'm going to say Wednesday, Maggie and Tope had to travel to Lucknow, India to pick up the remainder of the school uniforms. Lucknow is a 12 hour drive from here, so we knew they'd be gone for over a day, but of course when they arrived the uniforms weren't ready so their overnight journey turned into a three day trip. Back here at Kopila Valley we had been dealing with a boil that one of the boys, Nabin, had developed smack dab on the middle of his forehead. Over the course of a few days it had gotten progressively worse rather quickly and we started to get concerned since it was clearly spreading fast. We could see that the infection started moving downward around his eyes and Frank became worried that it would get into his nasal cavity and ears. He diagnosed it as a Staph infection and took him to the doctor. Now this all sounds good and fine right? Well it would be except for the fact that I could be a doctor in Nepal. YOU could be a doctor in Nepal. We could all be doctors here and probably help people a whole lot more than the actual doctors here do. So the doc said impetigo, which it clearly was not, and sent them home with the same antibiotics which we already have here. Low and behold, in the middle of the night while Maggie was gone Nabin woke up crying because he was in so much pain. Frank decided he needed to go to the hospital, and we were getting ready to walk there when luckily Tope's nephew who was visiting woke up and offered to take them on the scooter. Oh, and this was after we called for an ambulance and were told that there was no driver. How do you like that? Big Nisha, who was translating for us, then told us that they were most likely lying and that the driver just didn't feel like coming out. Because that's how things work here. Maggie later told us that we were better off because the driver most likely would have been drunk anyway. Isn't that just great? And it gets better. They get to the hospital and there is no doctor. Of course. What were we thinking expecting there to be a doctor at the hospital at 2 am??? We must be crazy. There was one nurse. This hospital has six beds. And only beds. The way the hospitals work is that you show up, pay 50 rupees to see the doctor, he tells you what supplies he needs, you go back out of the hospital to the nearest pharmacy, buy the supplies yourself, then go back to the hospital to see the doctor again. Bleeding to death??? Oh too bad.

So anyway, there was no doctor there so Nabin was given some pain medication and told to come back at 7 am when the doctor would be in. Well it's a good thing they didn't go back right at 7:00 because they would have waited 2 hours for the doctor to show up. And when he did finally make an appearance he was well aware that he had previously misdiagnosed Nabin. Frank recommended stronger antibiotics and draining the infection, but the doctor said no to the draining. At that point there was so much frustration toward the doctor and the hospital that Frank got a prescription and brought Nabin home to treat him himself. This was a great move on Frank's part. Early in the afternoon we brought Nabin into the clinic and sterilized his forehead as best we could and had him all settled down and ready to have his infection drained with a syringe. THEN Frank took the syringe out of the package and apparently Nabin has a SEVERE phobia of needles. Like totally ridiculously out of control. At least with Madan and the other really little kids you can just hold them in your arms and do what you need to do, but Nabin fought us with everything he had and once again I felt awful trying to restrain this kicking screaming kid who is already in so much pain. An of course there was no reasoning with him that he would feel better afterward. A phobia is a phobia and there's no reasoning with an irrational fear. Eventually one of the women here came in and spoke to him in Nepali and got him to sit still long enough for Frank to stick him with the needle, at which point I think Nabin was too scared to move with a needle in him. I had the great job of holding his hands down and telling him what a brave kid he was being and passing along clean gauze. I really didn't think it was going to happen because he was kicking so hard it seemed impossible. How can you explain to a scared kid that you know they hate what you're doing and that it sucks and might hurt but that it has to happen and they will feel better afterward? You can't really, and I know now that I need some thicker skin. I've never cared for kids in this way before. I worked in nursing with adults, and I've experienced what it's like to put someone through something painful in order to make them better in the end, but when it's this kid who I've played with and feel totally attached to it's heartbreaking.

The wonderful news is that Frank was able to get so much of the infection out, and within two hours Nabin went from a miserable little boy who didn't even want to move to almost completely back to normal, bopping around and singing. By the end of the night he was like 200% better. It was really incredible. I was soooo happy. And so was Frank. It ALMOST made me forget about how awful the medical care here is. If someone had been dying here, they would have died. I haven't been to the hospital yet, but I'll definitely be going to check it out before I leave here. There must be a better way. This can't be how it is. It just can't.

Luckily, Nabin was all better for the SHOW the next morning!!!!! Kopila Valley School's first ever show! Late in the day Thursday the stage still wasn't finished, and I had given up hope that we would be using it on Friday morning, but thanks to the wonderful workers, it was ready to go when I woke up!!! But of course, it just couldn't be that simple. The power had been out here almost the whole day before and all night. (It also hadn't rained in a couple days which made it crazy hot!! but that's another issue) By that point, there was also no solar power. Sidenote: We are the only ones in Surkhet with solar power, so when the electricity goes out as it often does we still have some lights that work and there is power for the workers at the school. The fans, however, do not. So since the electricity had been out for so long the solar had been used up and we had no way of powering up the speakers to play our music for the songs and dance in the show! Maggie and Tope were still not back from Lucknow, and things were looking pretty glum. Although my new motto is "things could be a lot worse", and I tried to be positive. Oh and 6th class also was without their cd for their dance because they had left it in this little sound system type thing, and with no power to turn it on, they couldn't eject it. So we resorted to using the computer to play our music and hoped that maybe if everyone was really really quiet they would be able to hear. And then....word spread that Maggie would be home in five minutes!!! Relief! Maybe she would have some solution. Then the beautiful mind of Lisa started turning and she came up with such a brilliant idea. Why not run the Ipod and cds through the speakers in the car and pull the car up to the stage?! OF COURSE!!! So once again Lisa and Scorpio saved the day.

Everything about the show was so wonderful. I stood there with my camera like a proud parent, and yes I teared up quite a few times :) It was just overwhelming seeing these kids finally perform what they had been working so hard on. There were so many parents and grandparents and guardians and everyone there to watch. And as I stood there all I could think about was that this was the very first time in any of their lives that they have ever been on a stage. That they have ever performed at all. It was the first time that parents got to watch their kids sing and dance and read. I did gymnastics when I was little. I played soccer. I was in plays. I took dance lessons. I played guitar. I tapped danced my heart out in our foyer because that was where the floor was already a little scratched up. I sang and sang and sang despite Amber informing me of every single time I changed keys (which was a lot). My whole younger life revolved around doing something, anything, and my parents watching and cheering me on. They sat through a soccer game every single weekend. They even sat through practices when I was on a team too far away for them to go home and come back. My poor Dad sat through dance recitals watching dozens of 9 year olds who were too big to still be cute and funny, but too little to actually be good and interesting to watch. And this was my life. I was given every opportunity to find what I loved and what I was good at, and my parents watched me grow through it all.

This was the very first time any of these kids or parents had that. I just couldn't get over it and I started to cry. I still feel emotional when I think about it. I'm so happy to have played a part in this, and I am so so proud the kids. The readers, the puppeteers, the dancers, the singers. Everyone. Everything they did was the best they had ever done it. We have pictures and videos, but the videos have proved impossible to upload here and I'm working on the pictures. I pinky swear that I will upload everything when I get home. It's too wonderful to not share!!!

One more exciting thing before I go. Reading tuition keeps getting better and better. I'm going to take a video of the class so that everyone can see and understand the magic happening in it. Yesterday, the kids sounded out a word all by themselves. The word was can. Which I think is just that much cooler....(you CAN read!!!! hahaha) They were probably thinking of a tin can, but I don't really care because in my mind it has special symbolic meaning and I'd like to keep it that way :) So it may not sound like much, but these are kids that didn't know any letter sounds three weeks ago. Lisa would hold up the letter c and get blank stares. Now they know all the sounds. We started with simple words like me, go, do, and it. That alone would have been enough for me, but then Lisa asked them if they wanted to try a three letter word and they excitedly all said yes! Three letter words are a big jump because it involves more blending of the sounds. So she went for it, and as she wrote the letters c-a-n on the board all the kids, all together, sounded out the sounds of each letter and made a beautiful smooth word. It's difficult for me to explain the method and how it works, so hopefully the video will help. And if anyone is interested in looking up the Spalding Method, its fascinating. These kids CAN learn English!! They are!! And like Lisa said, if you can learn English you can go anywhere in the world. It was a really special day and Lisa and I were both teary eyed as we high-fived the kids and they got their bags to leave.

Maggie later told us that statistically women who can read have, on average, 2 fewer children than women who cannot and they marry 3 years later. That is huge. If a girl gets married when she is 18 instead of 15, thats a great difference. Women in the market here can't do any simple math and so they get cheated out of money. They can't read signs or make phone calls because they don't know numbers. Not every girl here will become a doctor or a teacher. Some will marry by the time they are 18. Some will never leave Surkhet. But they will be better off because they can read and write. They will understand the importance of sending their children to school and helping them learn. They will be able to take their vegetables to the market and sell them and write up their own bills without having to wait for their husbands to do it for them. Listening to Maggie say all this opened my eyes so much. The huge difference might not be made in this generation, but there is a difference being made and it will continue on. And at least one of them will be the doctor or the teacher or the nurse. Someone here will be the leader that makes the difference for the next generations. I know it.

Who needs fireworks when you have PANCAKES!!!

We volunteers have really taken to treating ourselves lately. I guess I should begin with Saturday. It was another trip to Bulbule to wash, only this time WE TOOK THE CAR!!!! I think it took three or four trips to get everybody there, but it cut down on time amazingly. And boy, if I thought it was exciting the day the car arrived, I don't even have a word for what it was like being in the car for the first time with a whole load of kids. They were all smiling and laughing and as soon as the Nepali music came through the speakers everyone was singing their little hearts out. I was overjoyed. The street here is only big enough for one car at a time to go by and fit completely on the road without have to go onto the dirt so every time another car or tractor or anything would be coming toward us we go "Scorpio versus Tractor!!!" and we all cheer for Scorpio. We were very lucky to have Scorpio that day because it started pouring as we were getting ready to return home so instead of walking 40 minutes in the rain we made a few car trips. So fortunate :)

When we got home Hannah and Lisa treated us to some delicious sandwiches with actual sliced bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, and cheese in a can! We also indulged in some Pringles and soda. So tasty. We finished our wonderful day with a crazy awesome dance party. The girls performed their dance to Jai Ho and they were SOOOOO cute!! They all wore their little Nepali suites and got all nervous. They did great...I felt like a proud mom hahaha

It was a good thing we danced so much on Saturday night because we totally out did ourselves the next day, 4th of July! Cristina, Lisa, and I went to the market after school to get supplies for banana pancakes. Because that is the American thing to do. Duh. On our way there we ran into a little boy from school who broke his arm so long ago and whose grandmother had made him a cast out of mud and sticks. When Frank first arrived here he examined the boy and found that his arm was healing improperly and he had nerve damage causing him to lose feeling in some of his fingers. Had the cast stayed on much longer his arm would have turned gangrene and it could have been really tragic. He was supposed to have surgery weeks ago, but the doctor had a death in the family and had to leave for two weeks. In the mean time, the poor kid has been walking around with his arm in a sling made from one of Cristina's bandanas, and he has very poor range of motion although luckily the feeling has returned to his fingers. Hopefully he will get the surgery to set his arm properly soon. So anyway, we ran into him walking home from school and he was all alone carrying his back pack that probably weighed half of what he does. Whenever the school kids see us in the market they get really excited and always come over to say hi. So when he did, it broke our hearts to see him trying to carry his bag with his broken arm, and Lisa walked him home. He walks so far to and from school every day by himself. Cristina and I stayed to get all our pancake ingredients. We went all around the market and still made it home before Lisa did. Please say a prayer that this little boy is able to get his surgery soon.

So we all knew that Lisa was wonderful and smart, but her banana pancake idea was just brilliant! We joked that if you had asked us last year what we would be doing for 4th of July this year, making banana pancakes with a mango reduction sauce outside in Nepal during monsoon would probably be the very last thing we would ever think of. But that's exactly what we were doing. They are almost finished building the new kitchen and dining area next to the house, so they've moved some burners in to start using them. Oh, there is also no light in this building yet. So there we were on this beautiful 4th of July in Nepal, Cristina stirring our freshly cut mangoes in some pineapple juice to make a yummy syrup. I was smushing up the bananas and adding them to the batter, and Hannah was the designated pancake fryer. Frank, as usual, was surrounded by a circle of little girls playing some game with him in the middle. Things were going well, and then......MONSOON!!!! It started totally down pouring and there was thunder and lightening directly overhead, and the five of us are outside in the not-quite-finished kitchen flipping our pancakes. It was marvelous. Oh and did I mention DELICIOUS?!?!?! So good. Take that hamburgers! We don't need you here! It was so hard to wait until all the pancakes were finished to start eating them. Finally, we made a run for it to the living room, protecting our precious pancakes with plates. Then we tasted the most glorious sweetness as we stuffed ourselves full. So what if the kids will forever think that 4th of July is an American celebration of pancakes! For us, it was. And it was great.

In other happy news, reading tuition after school is going so well! This is the extra help program for the kids who speak no English and have had little experience in school. Lisa started from the very basics with the sounds of each letter, and for a little while it was very frustrating watching the kids not understand. But it seems that a light bulb has gone off above each of their heads and they are really starting to get it! They get excited about learning new sounds and pronouncing and writing letters correctly. Lisa is using the Spalding Method which is really fantastic method of teaching English as a second language. I love going every day now. She’s in charge of the class, but I go to help make sure everyone is understanding and forming their letters correctly and paying attention. There are quite a few kids in the class, and a few of them really need extra attention. It makes me feel so good to see them catching on. Like really, really good. I’m so proud of them all. I have about 4 weeks left here, so I can’t wait to see where they will be at by then!

Three more days until our big show!!! This includes a puppet show, a runway show of drawings, Nepali songs, English songs, and a big dance number. It’s coming together nicely, so I hope it turns out as wonderful as I think it will. Cristina and Hannah have been working so hard!

That’s about all for now. It’s almost time for satsung. Oh, and I highly recommend that everyone has a breakfast for dinner night this week J

Peace, Love, and Pancakes