Back To School Part II (the average day)

First of all sorry for not writing for sooo long; I have a thousand excuses up my sleeve, but I'm not gonna trouble you with those. The sleeve by the way is made out of Ghanaian kente cloth at the time of writing, On my last day, I left in a hurry so I went to the African market for a shopping spree. After lots of haggling and bargaining with the vendors, I bought a necklace made out of black stone, a sole-fisher-in-the-middle-of-lake-when-the-sun-goes-down painting; you know those beautiful ones?!, a cotton Ghana flag, 12 yards of kente cloth and two wooden masks. I had two shirts made out of the kente cloth - one long-sleeve and a short sleeve - and it cost me bloody 50 euros EACH; I'm really angry about that because in Ghana it would have cost me 5 euros all together, or nothing at all if my host mother had made it...

Anyway, after breakfast I made my way to the school. The walk was about 15 minutes and consisted of walking on dust roads and small paths through compounds and bush. While listening to the music on my mobile phone, I always greated the people in the chop bar half way to the school. The greetings were just the basic "Good morning" and "How are you", but I got to practice some Twi and the women and children were always happy to see me, now that's - if ever there is such a thing - positivs racism; they definitely weren't happy to see because of my personality. Not that I'm an asshole or anything, I jus never got to distance within 10m of the chop bar, so they never got no know me... Well, you know what I mean anyway, I guess...
Since I didn't have my headphones for the first weeks and after that I got used to it, I played the music on my mobile out loud. Something that is absolutely and utterly forbidden near any person in London. In Ghana however, nobody gave a shit franticly. Primarily because the people there are used to the noise. Lots of people in their compounds had their radio on anyway and only raised their heads to watch a white person passing by.
Upon arrival at scool, I received the first "Good-morning-Mr-Simon"s and proceded to the teachers' office, something not every school has. Either there or in the shade of the trees I spent most of my ...eh... "working" day. Sitting on a bamboo bench or on a chair, I read, talked to fellow teachers or students or just relaxed and dreamed away. I already told you about the discussion about god and stuff I had with the other teachers, but the funniest/ scariest conversation I had was with the English teacher. First of all: She's in her early 30s (I'm guessing), is quite large and has a baby. I don't think any 18 year male from Europe would even think about anything more than a friendship. Neither did I, however during that specific conversation she tried to convince me to have a Ghanaian girlfriend. What followed in that day and the days after that were SMS wishing me a happy Valentine's day and so on. I wonder how that would have developed had I not left the country. I also received some marriage proposals by women I had never met before...
The (few) math classes (I had) were the best. After all, that's one of my favourite subjects. After the first two lessons I knew how to handle the 40-60 children in one class. And later on, some pupil's asked me to take over their math's classes because I expained it better than their teacher:) English didn't go that great...
Between 12 and 2 I headed home.
To be continued...