Day 25: Part I: The Beginning of the Worst Day Ever

Pictures from our (completely useless) tour

This is a story of one of my worst days in Kenya. Here goes.

This Tuesday started off like most Tuesdays. Dylan and I got up to go to school and we were going about the normal school day when we were told at recess that a teacher wanted to see us. She told us that she wanted to show us around Weru. So she brought us to her son and soon, we were taking a tour around the area. I thought this would be a short 20-30 minute tour and that we would return to school to teach our kids. But the whole affairs drags on to become a freaking 2.5 hour tour. For pretty much the entire tour, I was walking silently stewing in my anger, because Dylan and I were being dragged around pointlessly and I just really wanted to hang out with my class 1 kids. So I'm not going to lie: I was definitely angry to the point of sin.

So after wasting our whole morning, the teacher's son eventually brings us back to school. I'm thinking: "Yes! We can still teach P.E." Instead, the teacher then tells us that she's going to take us to her house to have tea. So we embark on yet another pointless journey to her house. By now, Dylan and I are both pretty upset, but I'm definitely about to spit venom at somebody. She sits us down and pours us chai and serves us arrow root to eat. First off, the teacher somehow forgets to give us sugar and so our chai tastes terrible. Secondly, both Dylan and I don't like arrow root very much (that's an understatement, Dylan hates that stuff). During this time, the teacher gets up to do stuff in another room. So as I'm slowly chewing on my arrow root, one of us (I honestly can't remember which one of us) gets the brilliant idea to throw the food out the open door. So I'm sitting near the door so I chuck mine out in rebellious anger over the injustices which I had endured all morning. Then Dylan winds up his arm and throws his root with a lot of strength. Only, he has a terrible angle and misses; his root hits the door with a loud "thump." We both start laughing as I rush to kick the crumbs out the door, and I deftly slip back into my couch as the teacher walks back in. We're both trying super hard not to laugh; the teacher notices our expressions (honestly, how could she not?) and asks us what's going on. We politely say that we were exchanging funny stories.

By this time, I just want to go home but the teacher decides to bring us on yet another tour to a nearby view of the local river. So we go...again. School had ended by then and so when the stupid tour is done with, Dylan and I go home. We realized that there were educational inspectors from Nairobi at the school and so maybe the school administrators wanted us gone for the day. We continued to hypothesize but by this time, I'm starting to feel guilty about being so angry. So we finally arrive home. But this morning's events were only the beginning of a day that was about to get even worse...