First Day of School!!
The girls started school this week. They are really excited, especially since I have home schooling for the past couple of years. Here in Morocco the children don’t learn English until the 3rd or 4th grade. So in order for the girls to make friends they have to learn to speak Arabic and French. The school they go to is right down the street from our house and the woman who run it are so sweet. They hug and kiss the children when they come in and when they leave. It is a custom here that everyone goes home to eat lunch and rest before continuing on with their day. So every day at 11:30 I get the girls, they come home; we eat lunch and talk about what they are learning, then at 2:30 they go back to school for another 3 hours. Nana is in the first grade here because she has to learn to read in both French and Arabic, so when they comes home for lunch I put Maheeyah down for nap and work with Nana on her 3rd grade work. This is the perfect introduction into public school. The first day I took them I was all emotional and the girls were just like “bye mommy”. I stood outside the School for a few moments just looking. I did not have a clue what to do. The girls and I are always together, and the first time I let them out of my sight is in Africa. So I sat on the curb across the street for about 20min, then I had to snap out of it, because I was beginning to look like a stalker…lol I can’t front, I was really sad, so I went to a nearby Passteria, I ate pastries and drank tea until it was time to pick them up. (Yeah my skin did not appreciate that much)..lol….. Well that was day one! Day 2. I was like “Come on yall, get up. Time for school!!!”When the School doors opened we are there front and center. I dropped them off, skipped back to the house, threw my clothes off, turned up the music and danced around the house naked…… Then I notice this little old Muslim man was watching me through his window across the street…I screamed, jumped on the floor, and crawled to the next room, but all the windows were open. So I had to crawl to the bathroom and get my towel, but my bathroom is up a couple stairs…. I’m almost sure he got another peek at my fanny. Yeah that was not my best moment. I was thinking “God I hope I never see him while I’m out side “but because this is real life, When I went to pick up the girls, who was sitting across the street with the butcher, yes the little old Muslim man. I wanted to fall out. He saw me and grinned, of course he was missing all of his teeth, because he was like a hundred years old. I just held my head high, put my sunglasses on and proceeded forward as if nothing had happened. J “I don’t know what he is smiling at” That’s my story and I’m sticking to it…..
The girls started school this week. They are really excited, especially since I have home schooling for the past couple of years. Here in Morocco the children don’t learn English until the 3rd or 4th grade. So in order for the girls to make friends they have to learn to speak Arabic and French. The school they go to is right down the street from our house and the woman who run it are so sweet. They hug and kiss the children when they come in and when they leave. It is a custom here that everyone goes home to eat lunch and rest before continuing on with their day. So every day at 11:30 I get the girls, they come home; we eat lunch and talk about what they are learning, then at 2:30 they go back to school for another 3 hours. Nana is in the first grade here because she has to learn to read in both French and Arabic, so when they comes home for lunch I put Maheeyah down for nap and work with Nana on her 3rd grade work. This is the perfect introduction into public school. The first day I took them I was all emotional and the girls were just like “bye mommy”. I stood outside the School for a few moments just looking. I did not have a clue what to do. The girls and I are always together, and the first time I let them out of my sight is in Africa. So I sat on the curb across the street for about 20min, then I had to snap out of it, because I was beginning to look like a stalker…lol I can’t front, I was really sad, so I went to a nearby Passteria, I ate pastries and drank tea until it was time to pick them up. (Yeah my skin did not appreciate that much)..lol….. Well that was day one! Day 2. I was like “Come on yall, get up. Time for school!!!”When the School doors opened we are there front and center. I dropped them off, skipped back to the house, threw my clothes off, turned up the music and danced around the house naked…… Then I notice this little old Muslim man was watching me through his window across the street…I screamed, jumped on the floor, and crawled to the next room, but all the windows were open. So I had to crawl to the bathroom and get my towel, but my bathroom is up a couple stairs…. I’m almost sure he got another peek at my fanny. Yeah that was not my best moment. I was thinking “God I hope I never see him while I’m out side “but because this is real life, When I went to pick up the girls, who was sitting across the street with the butcher, yes the little old Muslim man. I wanted to fall out. He saw me and grinned, of course he was missing all of his teeth, because he was like a hundred years old. I just held my head high, put my sunglasses on and proceeded forward as if nothing had happened. J “I don’t know what he is smiling at” That’s my story and I’m sticking to it…..
