As all my colleagues started back at school today, at least in France, I thought that you might be interested about my first two days back at school after a week's holiday. At 10 a.m.on Monday, a teacher told me that the G.B was looking for me. I found her and she said " We've been invited out for Hari Raya". "Now" I asked. "Where? who?" I followed her dutifully through a hole in a fence at the back of the school and found myself in a stranger's house with several of the other teachers who didn't know the family either. We all proceeded to eat rice, chicken, beef and lots of delicious almond sweets. I didn't like to be a spoil sport and ask if anyone was keeping an eye on the pupils but we eventually wandered back only about 30 minutes late for class.
This morning I visited my village school only to discover that the whole school was hari rayaing and there was food galore and everyone eating even at 8 a.m. One of the teachers was being a DJ and everyone was dressed in their beautiful baju kurungs. Needless to say there was no school work done today. I have heard from another source that officially schools are not supposed to be celebrating during school hours but come on - it's only Hari Raya once a year!
I went to my aerobics class tonight and my teacher (who it turns out comes from Taiwan) has decided that we are going to learn the traditional Taiwanese bird dance. I still only have my strong walking shoes for doing aerobics as I haven't got round to buying trainers, so I'm glad none of you could witness the orang putih's (me) attempt at trying to be a bird! Not a moment to be proud of.
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