This morning, we get a message from Damir: There is a puddle next to my bed; I woke up to dripping water, so I’m moving. Soon, he comes down, saying he got upgraded to the executive suite as consolation.
“The bathroom is so big, the whole Wandzil team could dance the Macarena in the shower,” he grinned, “…Seriously.” Must be nice… in my room, I have to sit on the toilet sideways so my knees don’t hit the wall.
It had rained all night; all the canals that were previously dry were now filled with runoff. But the rain was a blessing, relieving us of the intense heat, but as soon as I pull out my camera, the lens fogged up! I didn’t know it could be more humid. Pretty soon we might be able to swim through the air, or at least the puddle in front of the Sto. Niño school.
“During breaks, the students use it as a playground, skin boarding,” the teachers laughed, pointing at the lake-sized puddle.
Today, our pupils were an assortment of teachers and parents.
To combat the gray sleepy weather, Lucille and Aziz introduced the chicken dance. ” Yay! » One of them shouted in glee. The rest of the class laughed pointing to her *preschool teacher*, she must dance this with her class all the time.
The rest of the group caught on, and soon enough the room looked like a flock of clucking chickens.
Later once we put away our feathers and pulled out the laptops, I walked around the class, passing by Elena. She stared incredulously at the computer, then laughed as I kneeled down next to her.
“I can’t operate this thing,” she pointed at the screen.
“Don’t worry, you can learn!” I encouraged her. Lucille had just showed them the shortcuts Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V to copy and paste text. Elena and her lab partner bit their lips as they concentrated on the task, finally making the magic happen. Their eyes lit up in joy, clapping their hands like a child who had just ripped the wrapper off their Christmas present.
“The key difference between the adults and the children,” Lucille pointed out “…is that the children click everywhere – they learn by making many mistakes. But the adults are afraid of messing up, so they don’t like clicking.”
By the end of the day, it seemed like we made a good dent in their tech-fail-phobia: there were more and more keys being pressed, claps of success, smiles, and hi-fives.
Only the second best thing to the computer shortcuts they learned, the ladies proudly held their certificates from behalf of the IESC program.