Hello my lovely friends. It is a beautiful Sunday morning and my clothes are hanging out to dry. There was just Garifuna mass, full of lots of good drumming and singing.
I painted this in the library a few weeks ago.
In other news, we had our first full week of school this past week. It was terrible. Such a grind. Luckily, this Monday is Pan-American day, then there's a teacher's retreat the following week, then a teacher's workshop the week after. In all, there will be one full week of school in September and October.
Shockingly, it was just reported that the children in our school are under-preforming. In a recent exam, it was shown that only 4% of the children in Standard 2 (1st grade) were able to pass math. 4%! Then, only 64%, in the same grade, passed reading.
Debates continue to figure out how to better educate our children. Perhaps the lack of time in the classroom has something to do with it.
We went fishing yesterday. It was a very productive outing indeed. He's some fish we caught. I was responsible for six of them. Not too shabby.
Fish we caught.
Frankie caught two at once. It was awesome. Notice his sinker, hanging next to the bottom fish. Yes, it is a spark plug.
Starfish waiting to attack.
Most of you right now are feeling the beginnings of my favorite time of the year: autumn. Last year I was very sad not to have a real fall, though this year it has been compounded. It's good. I've realized that seasons are essential to me. I need change, even forced change via the weather. I've been doing a lot of writing lately, and I find I'm writing in many cases about the fall or winter. There's not much else I can do, so all of you who can feel the cool air and see lovely foliage, enjoy.
Well, you, good luck. I hope to talk to you soon.
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