Mrs. Maxipad

I had my final night in PadangPadang, which couldnt have been more perfect.. But stung to say my final goodbyes. I woke up early yesterday morning and drove back to Ubud, where I had my orenintation and got to meet the three other girls who I was going into the program with, one of which is Indonesian named Mishie and she is just so Asian and 4ft of cute. None of them have been to Bali before so it was cool showing them around and they were all super interested in me and what I'm doing and are great girls!

Then this morning we all headed to Tulamben to go to the "top secret location" where the program is located. They don't disclose where it is and ask you not too as well to protect the safety of the volunteers and children. (Fair enough.) and when we got here it was... Awkward. The man who runs the program wasn't here today so we weren't really told what was happening for the first hour and felt out of place, but then we got our rooms which we are all sharing, except for one girl who got put in another random room.. And got some lunch and then one man who works here gave us a run down on what's going on and how things work and it was chill again. 

I am put in one class teaching English with preschool children and another teaching computers (two classes everyday) with Tristan, who is irritatingly very handsome and french. I sat in on his class today and all the students started playing with my hair and asking about myself and are so sweet. Tristan has been here for 7 weeks already through an internship with his university? But told me he isn't fun so that's my job in the class..'think I can handle that. It seems like I'll be learning some Indonesian myself. When the kids were dismissed they all hugged me and gave me cool handshakes and I'm excited to start really teaching tomorrow.. Will be such an expirence! 

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Slug I found last night . MASSIVE you can't really tell 




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