Following
the first bell, the teachers had their own celebration for the beginning of the
school year. They had house wine and cognac, lots of meat and placinta (it’s
just a type of pastry) a plenty. One big teacher masa. They’re all about the masas here
and I love it. This is kind of how it went…
-Larissa,
eat this. Take more. Red or white. Take a shot for Maria’s new nephew. (Maria)
Take a shot for my nephew. Eat more food. We just grilled more meat. There’s
more red wine…-
When we
were all finished (more or less) eating, I helped to gather all the teachers
for a picture. After the photo op, they proceeded to have a “teachers baptism”
which apparently they do every year for all the new teachers. I was the only
new teacher. I don’t know how common this tradition is across the whole
country, but I appreciated it none-the-less. I felt welcomed and a part of
their school community. This is kind of how it went…
-Wait
here. Run through this hand tunnel. Bend over. Don’t bend over. O.K. bend over.
Money thrown in a bowl of water. Freshly cut branch dipped in water. Speech.
Splish. Splash. Applause.-
But why
read about it when you can watch the whole thing?! Thanks to my partner teacher
Oxana for filming the it all.
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