Our service work started the following day. We taught English at primary school, painted and mural their corridor and helped at open air-museum. Teaching kids is harder than it sounds, yet really rewarding at the end of the day. We were prepared, since prior to teaching and painting the wall, we had to plan everything out. It didn’t help at all in the case of painting, and we had to come up with new ideas on the spot.
The work in the museum and around village was a bit tedious. The second day was just tiring and we consequently felt more united than ever, united by the physical effort of moving logs around for extended amount of time.
Our final responsibility was to teach older kids, ones that were almost our age, which proved to be another challenge for us to rise to. The range of their language skills was enormous, and consequently we had to be very adaptable.
We were all wiped out when we got back. The hotel was great, food was alright (apart from the queues), evening activities were always more fun than it seemed at first, and the only thing we lacked was more free time, so we made use of all the time we had.
I’m new to this school, and since I still didn’t really know my classmates, I was scared and excited at the same time. From the CAS trip I realized I have nothing to worry about though, my classmates turned out to be really nice people that always made effort to include me into their discussions, to make me feel welcomed and helped me if I needed it.
My favourite moments, the ones I won’t ever forget , are the spontaneous ones, when some of us decided that swimming in a lake is definitely a good idea or when Miss Williams accidentally kicked a cat in Tarzania.
I’m really glad I went on the CAS trip.