Well I'm now three weeks into school, going rather well. Although hate the air conditioning, should be banned...got a cold from it last week and I'm at the equator!!!
Anyway I get up at 6am!!! Hate mornings! And its still dark here, but at least not cold. Leave my concrete box room of a bedroom at 6.30, when it's still dark, and walk the 20mins to the train station. That's an interesting walk too. Out my Tamil Foundation office and past 'cowboy corner', where all the leering Tamil guys, having their breakfast, whistle and jeer, and comments of "wherrrre are you going darrrrling?" in their extra deep, indian accented voice, that they've been practising for the past 10 years. At which point I whack them in the b****cks with my first and only designer handbag I bought in the dodgy market in China town last week.
Past my favourite pile shop with all the photos of peoples bums with great blobby things hanging out.
Past this house with lovely plants outside and the ghostly , but kind looking chinese woman who is always standing staring at the plants, communicating telapathically with them. Probably had enough of her husband answering back!
All the stinky stench of sewers seeping up through the outlets in the pavement, and past the old tramp sleeping on the same bus stop bench every day, don't actually know if he's dead and decaying or just sleeping?
Past the Bauer Construction site, where i had once tried to get a job, but very fortunately for me, someone is looking after me and saved me from the construction industry, which I am eternally grateful for. (There seems to be a hell of a lot of piling going on in KL, everywhere I look there is a construction site and on every site there is piling going on!)
And then I walk over a bridge and to the station, which is occasionally manned and occasionally not in which case i have to jump the barrier and risk getting fined for not having a ticket. The train has never yet been on time either. I have to wait anything between 5 minutes and 30 minutes, the driver just wakes up and starts work whenever he likes. Well this is Asia!?
Away from the smoke an dsmog of KL I get to my school after a 20 min train journey, and a short climb up a muddy hill at the other end, into the beautiful fresh air and clean cut fields, beautifully kept huge outdoor swimming pool, tropical gardens and spotlessly clean buildings of the school, where i freeze cos of hte air conditioning and have to keep going out to warm up. By the way my photo should now be on their website as the new English teacher.
Have to clock in before 8am. Then tonnes of shouting and screaming to keep the kids quiet while I try to EDUCATE them! Lost my voice a few times now!
But the kids are ok, quite well behaved.
Going on a field trip on Monday with them to the Malaysian Royal Air Force. Looking forward to it.
Funnily 90% of the teachers are north Indian. Hindi and Gujrati speakers. Quite bizzarre after being with Tamils so long. But a nice change....although they are a lot richer and snobbier than the Tamils. A load of the teachers were recruited in especially from India. Am very good friends with a mad Hindu Punjabi art teacher from Delhi. So we go out and have some fun in the evenings. May be moving in with another lovely Malaysian girl next month. So much nicer working with women than with men, they are so much more efficient and better communicators.
Well all for now, will write again soon.
