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Founder's Travel Journal: Bandipur Day 8

June 8, 2008

I've logged on today and found out that Clinton endorsed Obama, major storms have continued to pound the Midwest, and the usual celebrity gossip for the weekend. No word on the sleeping situation for my stop in Paris. Sent a message to Clem this morning. Woke up wit ha splitting head-ache and personality to match. Up, down, pissed...not so pissed. My asthma has been much better but now I've got "plumbing" back-up from whatever I had to eat last night. The cramps will be divine for this one. I've also made a schedule for myself regarding the teaching. Beginning Sundays, I will not go to the nursery or the learning center every other day. Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday - No. I've lost my appetite or I'm already sick of this food. Tomorrow I've got to come up with my own plan IF I'm hungry. Grilled cheese sandwiches.

I'm really struggling to find the things I enjoy here but my efforts are hindered by exhaustion and indigestion. As soon as the women's course is over I'm just going to hit the sack. I've got a bit of a sunburn on my arms and chest which is partially to blame for the energy drain.

Now, I'm finding the things I like as I sit here in the computer lab with the kids. There are 8 in attendance today, and Ram's 11/2 year-old daughter is climbing all over the table, my little teenage "monkeys" are singing to their favorite music artists on the computer. I have the headmaster from H-E-double hockey sticks' son in class learning how to type. He is a quiet boy and a "slow to warm-up" personality type for those of you familiar with child development terminology. He doesn't seem anything like his father so far. He is helping a younger girl learn the keyboard too. They are the only two doing what they are supposed to be doing. Today is a bit of a technology exploration day.

So, after my 3:00pm class, a boy came back to the school with a sprained right thumb, swollen like a ripe plumb. I was told by Meena that he went to the Bandipur hospital for treatment but they turned him away: no pain killers. He, Meena, and I huddled under an umbrella riddled with holes and made the trek back to the Old Inn. I gave him one of my aspirin and help a cold bottle of water on his hand for about 25 minutes. I had to move the bottle around because the swelling was too large to cover it in one shot. The boy was very quiet and in quite a bit of pain. He didn't say a word, just shook his head "yes" or "no" when I asked how he was feeling.

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