I'm working in the computer lab when, for the thirtieth time that day (no exaggeration), kids begin jangling the lock on the door.
(a few seconds)
(a few more seconds)
I storm from my seat. I'm trying to lesson plan and put together notes for my kids.
I'm going to beat someone.
"Sir, we want to come in."
"YES! I know that! Because you were breaking down my door announcing your intent!"
And then I notice it. In one of the boys' left ears, a huge flowered earing, pink, yellow and zirconium rhinestones shimmering in the sun.
"Why are you wearing an earing?" (normally, I don't give a damn about dress-code infractions as long as kids are learning... but I'm annoyed.)
"Sir, there are cannibals in my village. When I wear this, it keeps them from eating me."
I've got NOTHING. NOTHING to reply to this.
My American reaction? BS.
My PCV-Uganda reaction? Superstitious, yes. But potentially not far off mark.
I think back to a recent email exchange from a few members of my group.
And I quote...
"When you went to the sandwich analogy my thoughts immediately turned to some sort of cannibalism. But cannibalism is ridiculous! This is a modern society. There hasn't been any cases of cannibalism that I know of in my village since earlier this week when they found a man filleted next to the ashes of a cooking fire." Credit: Smiles
Gnarly with a capital G.
Snapping out of it, I return to the student.
"I must ask: are there cannibals at this school?"
"Then get the flower out of your ear."
"Yes sir... can we come in sir?"
I return to my work and think of the excuse I'll need to explain the fact that I've had a 12 gauge hole through my tongue for the last 10-going-on-11 years. First thought: "Serial Killer Clowns".
Suggestions are welcome.
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