Pollyana Cowgirl

First day of school

First day of school...
Actually.. first day at WORK.

Well, I was all set to start my first day on a right note by having a good dinner last night, picked out my clothes, made sure my alarm works (and made sure again and again... at home, there is Mummy as a back-up alarm. Here, if I am late, I am dead.) lit an aromatheraphy candle and had some quiet-time by writing in my journal. However, sleep was an illusion at best. I was tossing and turning...

And just as I was about to fall asleep...

*beep*

SMS. Ahhh... who could it be but dear old Mr.Scowler ready to hear me wax lyrical and be pensive about the most mundane things. I will give up my sleep for him only because I love having thinking conversations, with him being painfully and brutally honest about my incessant worries and ramblings.

Today, is the day.
My alarm clock, loud and proud, woke me up early. No tossing and turning. I was on task and ready to go.

*beep*

SMS. Ahhh... Mr.Scowler decided to initiate a message delivery service, this early, to wish me good luck and to make the morning perfect for me.

The school building is in a nutshell a refrigerator. Sorry to disappoint dear readers if you were expecting an indept description of the school. It was so cold today my sensory abilities were nullified. A fully air-conditioned building, seven storeys high and get this... an in house radio station manned by the students. Now.. no dowdy nationalistic songs or National Day emotional hum-drum songs, mind you. Instead, at about 2pm, I was way way surprised to hear Black Eyed Peas from the PA system and get this... my immediate neighbours beside me started to hum and sing. Be warned, the karaoke-r in me will be unleashed.

Wait for it...

You WILL hear me score a few ballads.

Being the first day of school, students and teachers were bustling about and settling down. I was essentially a lost sheep and had to ask directions from the students who are at first impression very lively and friendly. They love to talk, and talkative me was asking questions about life in Jakarta... basically I was trying to compile a Lonely Planet for myself.

-Best Shopping Mall
-Where to watch movies
-Places where students hang out (and best avoided by yours truly)
-Food places to check out

Meetings, introductions and information overload made up my day.

I have a good feeling about this.

I guess it has a lot to do with the people. They look at you in the eye, smile and offer a warm handshake. When people take the time to be kind... the sincerity, unmistakable.

Thank you dear Lord. You know what I am talking about.

posted by Poot @ 6:32 PM