Woohoo! After being only 3 points ahead of the Sydney Swans at three-quarter-time, the Lions restricted them to only a single point in the final quarter, while at the same time increasing their own lead to win by 44 points. This sets up a replay of last year's grand final against Collingwood, who defeated Port Adelaide earlier today, also by 44 points.
Go the Lions!!!
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Friday, September 12, 2003
Happy New Year!
To all the Ethiopians out there reading this, Happy New Year!
To all the Australians out there, the Lions are into the semi-finals after a strong victory over the Adelaide Crows at the Gabba. Woohoo!!! If only they'd show the games here...
To all the Australians out there, the Lions are into the semi-finals after a strong victory over the Adelaide Crows at the Gabba. Woohoo!!! If only they'd show the games here...
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Teaching in Addis
I am now a veteran of two weeks of classes at Bingham Academy, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Two weeks you say? But it's only Thursday? The answer to the conundrum is quite simple. Tomorrow is the Ethiopian New Year. Ok, fair enough, I hear you mutter, but why aren't you teaching today then? The answer to that is a little more complicated (but only a little).
The Ethiopian calendar works differently to our Gregorian calendar. For one thing, when the new year starts it will be 1996. Which is fantastic if you have started to feel you're getting a bit old - care to shed 7 years off your life? Secondly, their new year starts on the 1st of September each year. The astute amongst the audience will have noted that the 1st of September was in fact almost two weeks ago. The 1st of September (Ethiopian) usually falls on the 11th of September (Gregorian). So, there are usually 10 days difference between their calendar and ours. However, this year is a leap year, which means that the 13th month of the year has 6 days in it instead of 5, which means that Ethiopian New Year falls on the 12th of September this year. Yes, there are 13 months in the year. All of the other months have exactly 30 days.
The upshot of this is that when the school calendar was made, the leap year was not taken into consideration, so Thursday (the 11th) was marked as a day off, and Friday with it, since getting people back for 1 day is a bit pointless. By the time the leap year was discovered, it was too late to change it. So, we had a 3 day week. No complaints from anyone on staff, as far as I know.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. As you know, I came over here primarily as a computer teacher. For the past two years, a guy by the name of Tom Hale has been teaching computers, and towards the middle of the year he and his family decided to stay for another year. This is great, because computers are taught to every student in the school, from Kindergarten up to grade 10. So, the fact that there are now two teachers means that we both had a bit more spare time than in previous years. This is good, because in addition to teaching the kids, we are also responsible for making sure every computer in the place is running (not always an easy challenge), as well as the network and internet connections and the like. I don't know how Tom has done it the past two years. Apparently he doesn't get much sleep.
As a result of this extra time we now have, we've both been given and extra class or two. In addition to the 7-10 computer classes, Tom looks after the Homeroom/Bible class for the 8th graders (1st period every day). I look after K-6 computers, and also have 7 and 8 Maths. This was not a total shock to me when I found out, and so far I've enjoyed it for the most part. In fact, I think trying to teach Kindergarteners and 1st graders will be more of a challenge than the maths. The kids are all pretty well behaved (although the 8th graders like to talk a lot), and they generally follow instructions and participate well in class.
One slight detour occurred about a week before school started. We received word that Tom Hale, who was back in the US with his family raising support for the next year, had broken his leg. As a result, they would not be getting back until the end of the first week of school. As a result, myself and Binyam (an Ethiopian guy who helps us out in the Computer Lab - he's been here for about 4 years now, so he's the real veteran) would be looking after his classes for the first week. This turned out ok in the end, because the K-6ers didn't start computer lessons until the second week. But it did make for an interesting week, and gave me an opportunity to meet some of the upper high school kids which was good.
On the night of Monday the 1st, however, we had a very sad event happen. At about 9:30 in the evening I received a call via the prayer chain we have on the compound. One of the couples who live here were expecting their second child towards the end of the year. That evening the wife had started having contractions, so they rushed to the hospital. At about 11PM, their daughter was born, but she died soon afterwards. She was burried in a private ceremony on Wednesday, and there was a memorial service last Saturday for her. The parents are doing okay under the circumstances, but I think they still have decisions to make about their future in many regards.
Life started getting back to normal towards the end of the week, and on Thursday night (or rather early Friday morning), a few of us headed out to the airport to pick up the Hales. Their plane was due to arrive at 1:40AM, so we left Bingham at about 1. It was quite odd driving through town at that time of night. Streets that were usually jammed full of people, animals and a wide assortment of vehicles were completely empty. It was a very strange sensation.
Anyway, we got to the airport, and after paying for our tickets into the terminal (1 birr, or about 20 cents each), we approached the doors, only to be stopped by the security guard. Apparently photo ID is required to enter the International Terminal in Addis Ababa. There were four of us there - Binyam (the computer lab assistant), Tim Hicks (brother of David Hicks), Marcia (one of the students who boards on the compound) and myself. Tim and Binyam both had their driver's licenses (since they had driven there), but Marcia and myself had nothing. I hadn't even brought my wallet. After about 15 minutes of negotiation in Amharic (the main language here) the guard said he would let one of us (Marcia or me) in, but not both of us. So, Tim and Marcia eventually headed inside and Binyam kept me company in the car park. We passed the time by reading signs written in Amharic. I've been teaching myself the Amharic alphabet (called the Fidel), so it was good practice. It was pretty cold though, and I was glad when they finally emerged at about 3AM. Their plane landed about 40 minutes late in the end. It was good to finally meet the 'other computer guy' though. They are a nice family.
This week although short, has been very busy. On Monday our computers contracted a virus. Or more precisely, we downloaded an update and detected a virus. So, we ended up reinstalling all the machines from scratch. So far, we've pretty much finished getting about 17 of the 24 computers back on their feet. As you can imagine, this has made teaching computers quite challenging. Spending so much time in the lab has also meant that my lesson planning has suffered somewhat also. So I am glad that we've got this next couple of days off, to give us time to get the lab going and to give me time to actually do some planning for my computer classes.
Well, that's brought you pretty much up to the minute. I have to go to the lab and see if we can get a couple more computers going. Until next time...
The Ethiopian calendar works differently to our Gregorian calendar. For one thing, when the new year starts it will be 1996. Which is fantastic if you have started to feel you're getting a bit old - care to shed 7 years off your life? Secondly, their new year starts on the 1st of September each year. The astute amongst the audience will have noted that the 1st of September was in fact almost two weeks ago. The 1st of September (Ethiopian) usually falls on the 11th of September (Gregorian). So, there are usually 10 days difference between their calendar and ours. However, this year is a leap year, which means that the 13th month of the year has 6 days in it instead of 5, which means that Ethiopian New Year falls on the 12th of September this year. Yes, there are 13 months in the year. All of the other months have exactly 30 days.
The upshot of this is that when the school calendar was made, the leap year was not taken into consideration, so Thursday (the 11th) was marked as a day off, and Friday with it, since getting people back for 1 day is a bit pointless. By the time the leap year was discovered, it was too late to change it. So, we had a 3 day week. No complaints from anyone on staff, as far as I know.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. As you know, I came over here primarily as a computer teacher. For the past two years, a guy by the name of Tom Hale has been teaching computers, and towards the middle of the year he and his family decided to stay for another year. This is great, because computers are taught to every student in the school, from Kindergarten up to grade 10. So, the fact that there are now two teachers means that we both had a bit more spare time than in previous years. This is good, because in addition to teaching the kids, we are also responsible for making sure every computer in the place is running (not always an easy challenge), as well as the network and internet connections and the like. I don't know how Tom has done it the past two years. Apparently he doesn't get much sleep.
As a result of this extra time we now have, we've both been given and extra class or two. In addition to the 7-10 computer classes, Tom looks after the Homeroom/Bible class for the 8th graders (1st period every day). I look after K-6 computers, and also have 7 and 8 Maths. This was not a total shock to me when I found out, and so far I've enjoyed it for the most part. In fact, I think trying to teach Kindergarteners and 1st graders will be more of a challenge than the maths. The kids are all pretty well behaved (although the 8th graders like to talk a lot), and they generally follow instructions and participate well in class.
One slight detour occurred about a week before school started. We received word that Tom Hale, who was back in the US with his family raising support for the next year, had broken his leg. As a result, they would not be getting back until the end of the first week of school. As a result, myself and Binyam (an Ethiopian guy who helps us out in the Computer Lab - he's been here for about 4 years now, so he's the real veteran) would be looking after his classes for the first week. This turned out ok in the end, because the K-6ers didn't start computer lessons until the second week. But it did make for an interesting week, and gave me an opportunity to meet some of the upper high school kids which was good.
On the night of Monday the 1st, however, we had a very sad event happen. At about 9:30 in the evening I received a call via the prayer chain we have on the compound. One of the couples who live here were expecting their second child towards the end of the year. That evening the wife had started having contractions, so they rushed to the hospital. At about 11PM, their daughter was born, but she died soon afterwards. She was burried in a private ceremony on Wednesday, and there was a memorial service last Saturday for her. The parents are doing okay under the circumstances, but I think they still have decisions to make about their future in many regards.
Life started getting back to normal towards the end of the week, and on Thursday night (or rather early Friday morning), a few of us headed out to the airport to pick up the Hales. Their plane was due to arrive at 1:40AM, so we left Bingham at about 1. It was quite odd driving through town at that time of night. Streets that were usually jammed full of people, animals and a wide assortment of vehicles were completely empty. It was a very strange sensation.
Anyway, we got to the airport, and after paying for our tickets into the terminal (1 birr, or about 20 cents each), we approached the doors, only to be stopped by the security guard. Apparently photo ID is required to enter the International Terminal in Addis Ababa. There were four of us there - Binyam (the computer lab assistant), Tim Hicks (brother of David Hicks), Marcia (one of the students who boards on the compound) and myself. Tim and Binyam both had their driver's licenses (since they had driven there), but Marcia and myself had nothing. I hadn't even brought my wallet. After about 15 minutes of negotiation in Amharic (the main language here) the guard said he would let one of us (Marcia or me) in, but not both of us. So, Tim and Marcia eventually headed inside and Binyam kept me company in the car park. We passed the time by reading signs written in Amharic. I've been teaching myself the Amharic alphabet (called the Fidel), so it was good practice. It was pretty cold though, and I was glad when they finally emerged at about 3AM. Their plane landed about 40 minutes late in the end. It was good to finally meet the 'other computer guy' though. They are a nice family.
This week although short, has been very busy. On Monday our computers contracted a virus. Or more precisely, we downloaded an update and detected a virus. So, we ended up reinstalling all the machines from scratch. So far, we've pretty much finished getting about 17 of the 24 computers back on their feet. As you can imagine, this has made teaching computers quite challenging. Spending so much time in the lab has also meant that my lesson planning has suffered somewhat also. So I am glad that we've got this next couple of days off, to give us time to get the lab going and to give me time to actually do some planning for my computer classes.
Well, that's brought you pretty much up to the minute. I have to go to the lab and see if we can get a couple more computers going. Until next time...
Sunday, August 31, 2003
D-Day Approaches
Hi all,
While not as terrifying as the subject title may imply, the big day is now just hours away. The First Day Back At School. It has been relatively quiet here for the 12 or so days I have been in Bingham Academy, with just the staff, their families and the workers around. Tomorrow we will be invaded by about 220 children, ranging from about age 5 to age 16. Am I prepared? I really don't know. I have a plan, but how will it actually go? You'll have to wait until the next episode to find out. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.
On a technical note, I have been notified that people receiving this letter through a Hotmail account have been getting blank messages. This one should be ok. Please let me know if it isn't. One other note is that this one won't be posted on the web site immediately. Internet access other than for email has been very intermittent so far. Apparently TeleCom (the one and only Internet provider in the country) has been hit by the virus plaguing the rest of the world, thus making their service very (very) flakey. But email generally gets through once or twice a day (on average).
Departure from London was fairly smooth, if somewhat more involved than I had been hoping. My flight was scheduled to depart at about 5:20PM, so I gave myself about 5 hours to get to the airport. The plan was to take the train from St Albans to Kings Cross Station, and then change to the underground, catching a Piccadilly line service to Heathrow (Terminal 4). Those familiar with London will know what I mean. For the rest of you, just play along...
After dragging my 40 kilos of luggage the 2-3 kilometres to the train station, I finally boarded a train destined for Kings Cross Station at about 12:45. One station short of Kings Cross, the train stopped progressing. Apparently there had been a 'serious problem' further down the line, resulting in long delays and imminent cancelations. Hmm, I thought. I wasn't keen on dragging my luggage around London, so I waited for about 15 minutes. With no progress in sight, I and a fellow traveler (an Englishman bound for France via the Eurostar train service) headed out and discovered that we could catch the Underground from here. He helped me with my suitcase and a few minutes later I was on a Northern Line service headed for Leicester Square station. Hopping off there, I trundled to the Westbound Piccadilly Line platform where 1 minute later, a service bound for Heathrow arrived. Fantastic, I thought. About 10 minutes later, we were informed that the service would (for some reason I couldn't understand) be terminating at an earlier station - about 5 stops too short. Thankfully, once we all got off, another train came by about 10 minutes later, and I finally got to Heathrow. Once off the train service, there were no further problems. I had finally arrived, just outside the recommended 2 hours before departure. From London it was a quick (55 minute) flight to Amsterdam, where I got off, walked the 25 minutes or so from one end of the airport to the other, and boarded my flight to Kenya. The flight there was quite pleasant (as far as an Economy flight to anywhere is pleasant), and 8 hours later we had landed in Nairobi.
After hanging around in the departure lounge for an hour-and-a half, I was greeted by Geoff Weston, a fellow Australian heading to Addis Ababa who I had met through Stuart and Lucy Bradley a couple of months ago. He is teaching Kindergarten at another school here in Addis for a year or so. Anyway, we finally headed out to the plane, stopping to identify our luggage so that it wouldn't be left in Nairobi and started the 2 hour flight back north to Addis Ababa. The plane wasn't too crowded, so after takeoff we sat together. The other passenger in our row turned out to be a Kenyan Christian named Rose, who was also going to Addis for the first time. She's doing about 7 months worth of aid work as a nutritionalist for the Catholic Relief Fund(?). She's a protestant though, so we may meet at church occasionally. It depends what churches we all end up going to.
Anyway, the flight was pretty much on-time, and I got through customs remarkably quickly. The only slight holdup was the luggage carousel breaking down, resulting in about 75% of the luggage being sent out on the next-carousel down. Welcome to Africa.
Upon exiting, I was greeted by a small crowd - David Hicks, who was the only person there who'd actually seen me in the flesh before, Krisha and Brad Adams (fellow Australians) and Binyam, an Ethiopian guy about my age who I'll be working with in the computer lab at the school. The drive home was...interesting. Defensive driving takes on a whole new meaning in this country. Lane markings are regarded as a guide, usually as the line the centre of the vehicle travels down. Cars (and there are quite a few of them) either drive slowly in the middle of the road, or suddenly zip past you on the inside lane, or both, at random. Pedestrians, donkeys and herds of sheep may attempt to cross the road at any time. Pedestrian crossings exist in a few places, but if you stop to let people cross at them, you are likely to be involved in an accident. The only reason they exist at all is because we have them in the West. They mean nothing. The best policy is to beep your horn at regular intervals and pray a lot.
Addis Ababa (pronounced Ah-dis Ab-be-bah) officially has a population of about 3-4 million. Some of the locals guess that is probably about half the actual amount. People lie, run away or dodge the census here because the results are used to calculate the taxes each house should pay. So the official numbers are unreliable. Either way, it is quite crowded. Because it is the rainy season at the moment, where there is vegitation it is green, and there are regular mud puddles about the place. In the dry season (which goes from September until July) it becomes much browner. Water is a resource that must be used with some care here. During the dry season they have rostered power cuts (hydroelectricity accounts for 98% of the country's electricity). That isn't the case at the moment, although we've had a couple of power outages since I got here. This will probably make teaching computers somewhat challenging at times. We do have a generator and backup batteries, but they can't power the whole compound.
Anyway, after picking up some milk (which is fresh and comes in 1/2 litre packets) we finally arrived at Bingham. I've put pictures up of the main building, and of the inside of my appartment (which is on the bottom floor of the building on the right, if you're looking at the picture). New people are looked after with regards to lunch and dinner for the first week or so, which not only saved me from having to find and cook food, but also gave me a chance to meet some of my co-workers. There are about 14 other appartments on the compound, with a variety of singles, couples and families occupying them. I'd be the youngest expat (or Ferenji in Amharic) working here, with the next closest being about 4 years older (at a guess).
There has been lots of work going on here over the rainy season holidays. With a new year level being added on, there has been a need to create some new classrooms. Previously, each of the teachers had their own classroom and the students came to them. This year, each class gets their own classroom, and the teachers come to them (except for special subjects like computers, art and science, where there is too much equipment to move around). So, for the first time in Bingham history, we have a teacher staff room, where most of the highschool teacher have a desk. It's currently still having curtains and locks fitted, but it's functional. Although, as we discovered, with the corugated tin roof, it gets quite noisy in there during heavy rain or hail storms. The new classrooms have been created by subdividing some other rooms in existing buildings, and the staff room was created from a space what previously was used for hanging out clothes to dry. The new building that Russ Sweetman designed is yet to be started, with the process being bogged down in getting permission from the appropriate government department. That permission could be anything from 1 month to a year away. We are all hoping it won't take too long, but it's fairly comfortable here for this year.
Anyway, this email has already gone on for too long. This past week has mostly been taken up with orientation (which all the teachers have been involved in) and preparation for classes. I will be teaching Kindergarten through to 6th grade for Computers, as well as years 7 and 8 mathematics. Each of the computer classes is two lessons a week, and the maths are 5 lessons each, making a total of 24 lessons each week. Should keep me busy. I've played squash 3 times so far, and although the altitude does affect me, I think I'm getting used to it. I've played at least 6 games each time, although I haven't beaten Tim or David Hicks yet. I'll get there...
For now, however, it is time to go. Lesson plans beckon to be written. God bless.
While not as terrifying as the subject title may imply, the big day is now just hours away. The First Day Back At School. It has been relatively quiet here for the 12 or so days I have been in Bingham Academy, with just the staff, their families and the workers around. Tomorrow we will be invaded by about 220 children, ranging from about age 5 to age 16. Am I prepared? I really don't know. I have a plan, but how will it actually go? You'll have to wait until the next episode to find out. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.
On a technical note, I have been notified that people receiving this letter through a Hotmail account have been getting blank messages. This one should be ok. Please let me know if it isn't. One other note is that this one won't be posted on the web site immediately. Internet access other than for email has been very intermittent so far. Apparently TeleCom (the one and only Internet provider in the country) has been hit by the virus plaguing the rest of the world, thus making their service very (very) flakey. But email generally gets through once or twice a day (on average).
Departure from London was fairly smooth, if somewhat more involved than I had been hoping. My flight was scheduled to depart at about 5:20PM, so I gave myself about 5 hours to get to the airport. The plan was to take the train from St Albans to Kings Cross Station, and then change to the underground, catching a Piccadilly line service to Heathrow (Terminal 4). Those familiar with London will know what I mean. For the rest of you, just play along...
After dragging my 40 kilos of luggage the 2-3 kilometres to the train station, I finally boarded a train destined for Kings Cross Station at about 12:45. One station short of Kings Cross, the train stopped progressing. Apparently there had been a 'serious problem' further down the line, resulting in long delays and imminent cancelations. Hmm, I thought. I wasn't keen on dragging my luggage around London, so I waited for about 15 minutes. With no progress in sight, I and a fellow traveler (an Englishman bound for France via the Eurostar train service) headed out and discovered that we could catch the Underground from here. He helped me with my suitcase and a few minutes later I was on a Northern Line service headed for Leicester Square station. Hopping off there, I trundled to the Westbound Piccadilly Line platform where 1 minute later, a service bound for Heathrow arrived. Fantastic, I thought. About 10 minutes later, we were informed that the service would (for some reason I couldn't understand) be terminating at an earlier station - about 5 stops too short. Thankfully, once we all got off, another train came by about 10 minutes later, and I finally got to Heathrow. Once off the train service, there were no further problems. I had finally arrived, just outside the recommended 2 hours before departure. From London it was a quick (55 minute) flight to Amsterdam, where I got off, walked the 25 minutes or so from one end of the airport to the other, and boarded my flight to Kenya. The flight there was quite pleasant (as far as an Economy flight to anywhere is pleasant), and 8 hours later we had landed in Nairobi.
After hanging around in the departure lounge for an hour-and-a half, I was greeted by Geoff Weston, a fellow Australian heading to Addis Ababa who I had met through Stuart and Lucy Bradley a couple of months ago. He is teaching Kindergarten at another school here in Addis for a year or so. Anyway, we finally headed out to the plane, stopping to identify our luggage so that it wouldn't be left in Nairobi and started the 2 hour flight back north to Addis Ababa. The plane wasn't too crowded, so after takeoff we sat together. The other passenger in our row turned out to be a Kenyan Christian named Rose, who was also going to Addis for the first time. She's doing about 7 months worth of aid work as a nutritionalist for the Catholic Relief Fund(?). She's a protestant though, so we may meet at church occasionally. It depends what churches we all end up going to.
Anyway, the flight was pretty much on-time, and I got through customs remarkably quickly. The only slight holdup was the luggage carousel breaking down, resulting in about 75% of the luggage being sent out on the next-carousel down. Welcome to Africa.
Upon exiting, I was greeted by a small crowd - David Hicks, who was the only person there who'd actually seen me in the flesh before, Krisha and Brad Adams (fellow Australians) and Binyam, an Ethiopian guy about my age who I'll be working with in the computer lab at the school. The drive home was...interesting. Defensive driving takes on a whole new meaning in this country. Lane markings are regarded as a guide, usually as the line the centre of the vehicle travels down. Cars (and there are quite a few of them) either drive slowly in the middle of the road, or suddenly zip past you on the inside lane, or both, at random. Pedestrians, donkeys and herds of sheep may attempt to cross the road at any time. Pedestrian crossings exist in a few places, but if you stop to let people cross at them, you are likely to be involved in an accident. The only reason they exist at all is because we have them in the West. They mean nothing. The best policy is to beep your horn at regular intervals and pray a lot.
Addis Ababa (pronounced Ah-dis Ab-be-bah) officially has a population of about 3-4 million. Some of the locals guess that is probably about half the actual amount. People lie, run away or dodge the census here because the results are used to calculate the taxes each house should pay. So the official numbers are unreliable. Either way, it is quite crowded. Because it is the rainy season at the moment, where there is vegitation it is green, and there are regular mud puddles about the place. In the dry season (which goes from September until July) it becomes much browner. Water is a resource that must be used with some care here. During the dry season they have rostered power cuts (hydroelectricity accounts for 98% of the country's electricity). That isn't the case at the moment, although we've had a couple of power outages since I got here. This will probably make teaching computers somewhat challenging at times. We do have a generator and backup batteries, but they can't power the whole compound.
Anyway, after picking up some milk (which is fresh and comes in 1/2 litre packets) we finally arrived at Bingham. I've put pictures up of the main building, and of the inside of my appartment (which is on the bottom floor of the building on the right, if you're looking at the picture). New people are looked after with regards to lunch and dinner for the first week or so, which not only saved me from having to find and cook food, but also gave me a chance to meet some of my co-workers. There are about 14 other appartments on the compound, with a variety of singles, couples and families occupying them. I'd be the youngest expat (or Ferenji in Amharic) working here, with the next closest being about 4 years older (at a guess).
There has been lots of work going on here over the rainy season holidays. With a new year level being added on, there has been a need to create some new classrooms. Previously, each of the teachers had their own classroom and the students came to them. This year, each class gets their own classroom, and the teachers come to them (except for special subjects like computers, art and science, where there is too much equipment to move around). So, for the first time in Bingham history, we have a teacher staff room, where most of the highschool teacher have a desk. It's currently still having curtains and locks fitted, but it's functional. Although, as we discovered, with the corugated tin roof, it gets quite noisy in there during heavy rain or hail storms. The new classrooms have been created by subdividing some other rooms in existing buildings, and the staff room was created from a space what previously was used for hanging out clothes to dry. The new building that Russ Sweetman designed is yet to be started, with the process being bogged down in getting permission from the appropriate government department. That permission could be anything from 1 month to a year away. We are all hoping it won't take too long, but it's fairly comfortable here for this year.
Anyway, this email has already gone on for too long. This past week has mostly been taken up with orientation (which all the teachers have been involved in) and preparation for classes. I will be teaching Kindergarten through to 6th grade for Computers, as well as years 7 and 8 mathematics. Each of the computer classes is two lessons a week, and the maths are 5 lessons each, making a total of 24 lessons each week. Should keep me busy. I've played squash 3 times so far, and although the altitude does affect me, I think I'm getting used to it. I've played at least 6 games each time, although I haven't beaten Tim or David Hicks yet. I'll get there...
For now, however, it is time to go. Lesson plans beckon to be written. God bless.
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Arrived in Addis
This is just a quick post to let you all know I've arrived in Addis Ababa. I'll probably do a longer post in the next day or two - maybe with some photos of my new pad. Stay tuned...
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