I’m getting used to being on the “other” side of the road. I find myself walking on the left side on the street. I just noticed that on my way home tonight.
This week things are calming down a little bit at work. For the past two weeks we’ve been doing Graduation Days. It’s been crazy running out at 7/7:30 in the morning to a center, going to the office and then heading back out again in the afternoon. It’s been great to see many centers, displays of learning, kids running around and showing off how much they know, and proud teachers. It’s a great feeling to be a part of something like that. It’s also nice to see some centers that I don’t usually get to see, to do some compare and contrast, and to figure out steps I need to take to help my centers a little more.
Tomorrow we have our AGM, a lovely dinner for the Pune side of things. I’m somewhat relieved and relaxed to be able to sit down and get work done at the office, but a little sad and upset that I won’t get to see the kids for over a month. Many of them left last week to go to their villages; most kids aren’t “from” Pune. During summer break they go to their villages and spend the days forgetting what they’ve learned during the year (as all kids do all over the world). I’m finally going to add in some pictures (it’s been a while) and here is the link for my facebook album entitled “Fun with Akanksha,” for a full view of some pictures of my work.
We’re a little short on the team in the office right now. One of us is in the US waiting for a visa, the other one is on bed rest for six weeks. Email has a new meaning in the office. This is just one of the things that comes with working in India, or internationally I guess.
A week from now I’ll be on my way to Abu Dhabi. I invited my capoeira friends from Mumbai but they’re off to Israel, for capoeira, the day after I get back. However, apparently, you can go into UAE or Israel with a stamp on your passport from the other country. I had no idea. I’m also really lucky that I got a new passport before I came here or else I would have not been able to enter Abu Dhabi next week.
Today was kind of cool because we did a photo shoot for our capoeira/hiphop class, which is beginning the Monday I get back from Abu Dhabi. That will be exciting. We’ll have an article in a well-known newspaper. Last week I also had a great capoeira class at the gym. There was a guy who took half of a class two weeks ago, and last week he recruited 5 of his friends. He said he felt humbled by capoeira because he has been working out for 15 years and hasn’t done something so hard in his life. It was the first time there were more men than women. I felt pretty good after the class too. On Friday we sent our friend to Paris to train capoeira for a month. He’s a very, very talented kid who will benefit amazingly from this opportunity. A bunch of us took him to the airport on Friday night, wishing him the best trip, and letting him know that it’s ok if he doesn’t come back when he’s supposed to come back. It’s just something that might happen.
I also took the train back from Mumbai on Saturday afternoon. The bus line was ridiculously long and when I went to inquire how much longer it would take, I was informed that the next free bus wasn’t for another 4 hours. The hot train seemed like a much better option. I can’t seem to find “friends” on the train or busses anymore. I was lucky to be able to find a seat on the reservation car. A couple had an extra ticket, called me over, and had me sit in the extra seat. I thanked them but I felt bad because on my way out I forgot to thank them once again.
I also haven’t fully escaped bugs since moving upstairs. Last night while trying to fall asleep I felt something that wasn’t supposed to be in my bed. If it were anything but a cricket (at least that’s what I’m hoping it was) I might have freaked out a little more. I killed it by accident while figuring out that it wasn’t a part of my sheets and freaking out.

I feel like I’m running out of things to write about. Please feel free to email me with suggestions, or comment on my blog. I really don’t want to stop writing, but I feel as if I’ve gotten so used to some things that I’m not giving a good perspective anymore.

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