End of Trimester

If there's one thing I absolutely love about life here in Burkina Faso, it's the end of trimester meetings. Well, not so much the meetings but what comes AFTER. Half chicken, french bread, and a couple drinks of my choice? Yes please! This absolutely separates the functionaires (government employees) from the villageoise. No one living in the bush outside the town center will ever eat like we do here today. Currently, I'm sitting in the "teacher's lounge", the salle de prof, and waiting for the meeting to start. We basically review each class's performance for the trimester, starting with the young'ns. Two students from each class come in, a pair at a time, to explain behavior issues or disperse information to the rest of their classmates. It can take anywhere between two and 5 hours to do this. BUT! At the end? Chicken. Yes.

Looks like I'm a-travellin on this week. Not much notice to get my affairs in order (read: laundry) but that's alright. Ok, meeting's about to go off. We can chat later.