8/6/07
Yesterday we went to Laura beach, one of the only sandy beaches on the island (the rest is sharp coral). It’s beautiful there. I went spear fishing with Jakob and Kenny, which is the same as snorkeling, but with a rubberband-powered spear – and instead of looking at the fish, you try to kill them. Most of the fish were too small to be worth catching; I caught one fish that looked big, but just turned out to be an inflated pufferfish.
Today was spent preparing for the practicum, the first day of a week of practice-teaching that starts tomorrow. Who do we teach? Well, we take a bus down the one road in Majuro and collect kids from the side of the road, telling them we are offering a summer camp from 10am to 1pm. I guess their parents just have to trust that we are not kidnapping them into slave labor.
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Charlie, my eyes are stuck on open, way open, reading about you living like some author in the 1930s. It's hard to believe there are really still places like that on earth, but that's just because I'm in a fog of fiddlers' conventions and piles of sliced tomatoes, etc., with fellows from every county of every state, each lolling in plenty, both food and music; but there are islands without enough food for the travelling teachers. And then the brand new Dells with the latest games, crazy crazy. My eyes have gone down to about half way open, but I am still amazed and very glad to be able to keep up with all y'all's daily activities. How am I supposed to sign this thing? This is Aunt Tina, and BMS is Liza's old school where Uncle Eric now teaches first and second grade.
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