walking on

3rd Aug., Langmu Si

I taught Grade 5 and Grade 3 Chinese this morning. And because it was close to the midday, I felt so dizzy during the whole class, but I tried to hide it with supporting by their desks.

After these two Chinese classes, I had to say “goodbye” to all of them, the kids and the monks, and that almost drove me to cry. Nobody likes to say goodbye and to be apart, however, sometimes, no, most of time, we have to face it without any choice. Luckily, I had had no time to let tears down. And then I was asked to have one more class for the kids in Grade 3.

The boys were more than the ones in Grade 5 and they were much more naughty, and so I needed much longer time to try to understand what they were talking in Tibetan and do more drawing on the blackboards. I need to learn more skills to draw pictures well.

I went to the Giant Gorge this afternoon with my monk friends, one I met yesterday and the one who was his friend. Picnic again, cool!