Henry had become a creature of comfort in
my new island home. Though not nearly as attentive or affectionate as a
pet dog, his alertness and allegiance to the morning sun proved his worthiness
to the entire village. Since our schools were located in the central
village, most students walked to school. The little ones were trucked in from
the northern and southern villages on the island council truck.
After a morning bucket bath and some Milo,
my morning drink of choice, I walked outside of my house to give Henry
some leftover tortilla scraps. "Mike! Are you ready
for the day?" Ari'i shouted
from his bwia. Startled and filled with nervous excitement, I
replied "Yes, I'm ready!"
Smiling back at me, he took one last sip
of his morning tea before making his way towards the council truck.
"I am off to get the children now, so I will see you when I
return." I was used to a big yellow school bus in America, with
seats and doors. However, in Tamana, the school bus was an open aired
truck bed.
Older students began arriving from the
northern and southern villages soon after he left, and I could feel their
curiosity as they walked by. Trying not to make eye contact but yet at
the same time, wanting to acknowledge my presence, many waved as they silently
passed my house, which stood on the edge of the school compound.
No more than ten minutes after the truck
departed, it returned with a full bed of primary students who shouted and waved "GOOD
MORNING MISS," as they passed. I reciprocated the acknowledgement by
waving and shouting back "GOOD MORNING CHILDREN!" Ari'i dropped
off the children from and turned around to pick up the children from the other
village. When he returned, three strikes on an old air tank signaled the start
of morning assembly.
Head boys and head girls led the organized
chaos which ended up in perfect rows of students. When all were seated,
teachers went to the front of the lines and began morning assembly.
Julie, the head teacher started by saying, "Welcome back to school
children! This is the start of the second trimester and we expect that
you all know the rules of morning assembly." Calling attention to
the class six rows,
she implored younger class rows to follow the older students' example with
hands in their laps, mouths closed, ears opened, and eyes on the speaker.
However, as so many times before, I could tell that my hairy legs
attracted more eyes than I was used to in the States.
Unlike the I-Kiribati, my Mexican genes
gave me a seemingly overabundant amount of leg hair which amazed everyone from
the youngest of students to the eldest of villagers. With hands waving in
the air, students shouted "Miss! Miss! Miss!" trying
to gain my attention. This made every teacher quietly chuckle.
"Children...Children, Julie yelled through a fit of laughter. He is not a miss, he is a sir! Turning towards me she whispered, "Please
excuse them, many have never had a male teacher before.”
The bell began to ring just as a little
voice piped up from the crowd, "Sir, can I touch your legs?" And
with that the new school term began.