We woke up around 630 Im feeling OK, but Bryan is still in pretty rough shape. Today we were to be introduced to the students, and we did so by going around to all the classes with Mr Kisava, the headmaster, and Mr Kiringa, the head teacher who also lives in the same place as us. They both speak English well and were able to translate for us when necessary. The students asked us numerous questions from social, political, and academic arenas. We stood for hours on end answering questions like "What is the difference between the tricuspid and bicuspid valve?" and "Why does the United States pollute so much?" and "Can you have more than one wife in the United States?" Three flaps vs. two, we like money and everyone likes industry, and no. It was highlighted by a heated discussion regarding the origin of HIV/AIDS when I happened to mention the popular theory that it began in Africa as the result of a monkey bite. I made sure to affirm that indeed it is a world problem and that in developing theories of origin no one is assigning blame, just trying to better understand the nature of the virus. The experience was incredible, and I love the way the students all sit attentively, raise their hand, and stand to speak. Ive never seen anything like this in the U.S.By the end of our classroom tour, we were both feeling pretty terrible. A couple hours later I was sitting on my bed and I suddenly broke an enormous sweat and had to literally fall into bed. Brayn would later describe it as being like watching someone get knocked out by a punch. I had severe nausea and had to skip dinner. We took it easy for the rest of the night, though somewhere in my GI tract, I can sense trouble brewing.
Insets: Us with Mr. Kisava (gray shirt) and Mr. Kiringa (red shirt), both taken at the flagpole, which ended up being the hot hang out for teachers.
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