I’m now at my final school for teaching rounds and have a class of awesome kids to work with for about eight weeks. It’s always good getting to know the characters within a new bunch of children, slowly associating their little ways with the names and finding out what makes them tick. I found myself being talked to 10mins straight on all the car names this one kid wanted to relay to me and then about another 10 on another boy’s grandma’s sister’s dog named Buddy. Yep… But all that stuff is important background info for when I’m teaching them. If cars and dogs will tune them in to the learning, I’m using it. I did have an interesting conversation about flying cars too but won’t diverge.

Okay so enough about my adventures in kiddo land. What I really wanted to write about was something I heard another child say. This little person is moving to the Middle East with family because, “Dad can make three times as much money working a whole lot less.” In fact where they’re moving is not far from Sudan. Not entirely sure what Daddy’s doing over there to make this packet of money not doing much but here’s to hoping it involves helping the country get back on track after the refuse of crap resulting from civil war. The ironic moment came when this little person completed her explanation as to why they were leaving the school then went to sit down next to her friend who had only joined the school last term as a refugee from Sudan. One flees the land because she’s no longer welcome at home, the other is whisked off to the foreign land because this is where the money is for Daddy. It’s a rather upside down world.