4 August 08
4 something pm
My hands hurt. The left one more, much more, than the right. Libon said that’s because ti’s my stronger hand, but with that I would have thought that my right would hurt more. It’s like puffy. I can’t close it all the way.
I’d also like to curse being a girl right now in the Gambia. I spoke to someone on the phone at Air Senegal who said he was looking for my bag. I really hope he found it. I don’t know where Libon is as I’d like to call again and find out.
I did better with the lesson this morning. Did better with playing my part against his switching. Faster too.
He says “thank you” when I’m right although not always which makes me think either I’m not right or that I’ve fallen trap to needing praise more as a westerner. No stickers given for the completion of exercises. I say we give too many prizes to our students and I think I lack being fine with no praise.
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