Hi, it’s me again! Do you guys remember what I said last on this blog? Maybe some of you know but others not so much, so to recap I ended up writing that I went to a school called KABALE PREPARATORY SCHOOL (KPS) which I hated by the way (BTW). Today I am going to talk more about it.
I grew up in the village and never got the chance to go to a kindergarten. The people at KPS were kind enough to let me go to their school but it didn’t turn out to be how we hoped. But let me first tell you about where the school was.
Close to Lake Bunyonyi that I wrote about last week, there is KABALE TOWN. It was very busy on most days and had lots of small shops. Most of the supermarkets were run by Indians and you could also buy lots of cheap vegetables in the market. Some parts of Kabale smelled like a HUGE DYING RAT.
Edirisa had a place in the middle of the town where MR. KARWEMERA built a house from long-ago, the museum. There was also a hostel and bar in the same building. My dad and I stayed in one of the rooms next to a very pretty painting of a rainforest with some birds on the trees. Straight across from us was the restaurant. The showers were way far from our room, so it was a long walk for us to shower*. Upstairs there was a place called THE NEST which was covered with papyrus. I usually found some of the customers relaxing there and I could sometimes play games with them if I was bored. When homework was in Rukiga Edirisa staff members helped me.
This is how it was every day: I was woken up by my dad, I showered, ate breakfast and put on the school uniform. It all had to happen really fast. One morning I got into my uniform very quickly and covered myself up to my face so that dad couldn’t see that I was dressed. When he came back he thought I was sleeping and he told me I was late and had to get up now now. I shot up – da da – and surprised him!
A car belonging to one of my school friends would come and pick me up. If you forgot your P. E. kit, teachers would give you strokes on your butt (IT REALLY SERIOUSLY HURT WHEN I SAT DOWN AFTER). They also gave me a Rukiga language exam and I completely failed because I had just joined the school. They were so mean to me. They stopped me from drawing because they said my drawings were ugly. My dad said they weren’t. Eventually I got tired of the school and left.
I think a good school has lovely uniforms, kind teachers who don’t beat, no bullies, tasty food for school lunch, homework that makes sense and NO EXAMS THE NEXT DAY IF YOU HAVE JUST JOINED THE SCHOOL!!!
* Editor’s comment: The exceptional distance to the toilet was some 20 schoolgirl steps.
text: Enyanja Kanyunyuzi Logar
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