A little about school

Today, we woke up at about six AM. As in, in the MORNING.
For those of you who don't know me, I'm not a morning person. I'm not a morning person AT ALL.
So, in the morning, (and I'm on the top bunk,) I fell out of bed after grumbling and flopping around for a few minutes. Not fun. Fortunately, I landed (mostly) on my feet and just sort of crumpled to the floor after that.
Now, on to the rest of the day.
Today, at school, I had a difficult first rotation. The second graders only spoke Spanish, and I only speak a little Spanish. Mostly, I just had them copy down vocabulary words and their meanings in English in their little journals. That was effective, and they paid attention to me for the most part. After the first bell rang, Nina, Mom, and I had a mini rendezvous. Apparently, Nina had had a difficult time with the third graders she had been teaching. One broke a table.
"This isn't going to work." said mom. (Way to state the obvious.) "We have no materials and we need structure." Nina nodded in agreement. "I don't know what to do."
As we walked down the hall, Mom and Nina were in front of me. I trailed slightly behind, thinking about how we would survive two more weeks. I knew that my limited Spanish gave me a leg up.
One of the little kids I had just taught, the only girl, ran up behind me and gave me the biggest hug I have ever received from someone so tiny.
Mom and Nina were oblivious to the situation going on behind them, and I stood there, rather speechless.
"Gracias." Said the little girl, before giggling and running off to her friends.
I blinked once, twice, rooted in place. I then took a few steps, paused, and then ran to catch up to Nina and Mom.
"Do you have any idea what just happened?!" I practically squealed. The shook their heads no. "I JUST GOT A HUG FROM THE LITTLE GIRL." I said, still in shock. They both smiled.
"How sweet, Sara." said Mom, and we walked off to round two with the kids.
I was in high spirits, having just been hugged. I was fairly confident of my ability at this point, having been taught some new Spanish words and pronunciations by the little girl.She taught me as much or more as I taught her.
At this point, Nina and I were both assigned to the same (and only) first grade class. "This should be fun!" I said, almost excited from the prospect of actually doing something, very happy from the hug.
"Uh huh." Said Nina. She had been assigned to the first grade for the rest of the day.
We arrived at the classroom, which was in the basement, and the teacher promptly introduced us to the class and gave us two little children, a boy and a girl.
"uh.....bililoteca?" I asked. The teacher nodded. Yes, take them to the library.
And so we did, although we had no idea what to teach. I had to go back to the room for a pencil and some paper, also snagging a pen for Nina.
"Vamos a dibujar!" I said. Let's draw. Nina and I conversed for a moment over what to draw, then decided on foods.
We would give them each the paper and pencil for a turn, then tell them to draw something. Then, we would label and tell them the word in English. They would then repeat after us when we pronounced the word.
The bell rang. We went back down to return the kids, the teacher disregarded our flimsy paper schedules and sent up three more kids.
"Bibiloteca." She said. Take them to the library again. So we did. And this group? Two small girls, a boy. Each had a different personality. All three of them were adorable and sweet, the sweetest kids by far. We drew, we read, we laughed. They helped us with Spanish, we helped with English.
At the end of the day, we tiredly shouldered our bags and sadly left the children.
"Well?" asked Mom
"Rewarding. My goodness, it was worth it." I exclaimed.
We took a short break when we got back to Base, then went on a tour of the city.  It was intense. 
Nina will explain it, maybe tomorrow, because I have a typist's cramp right now.
Thank you for reading.
-DA PUFFIN