Class Parties

The last day of school consisted of many of the things I would have expected before a 3 week break: a class party. This really came in handy when I technically don’t have a class, but I have all of them. Because of this, I was invited into every classroom and gorged until I felt like he fat kid that I know I can be.
Infant I & II class parties
The day was filled with little games and songs. Standard 3 decided to dance most of the day away. Although they are only 9 years old or so, it was the typical junior high dance situation. All the girls on one side, all the boy on the other. Refusing to cross “the line.” When Teacher Damian asked the boys to find a girl to dance with, they all vehemently refused. It was as if the girls were the plague. Then the table turned and the girls were supposed to find a boy. All the girls knew who they wanted to dance with and went after their man. The boys just refused to dance despite the girls teaming up to drag several of them onto what had become the dance floor.
The main difference I saw here was how the boys and the girls acted. Usually in the US, the girls are completely ok dancing alone and the boys waste all their time trying to get the girls to dance with them. I think this is usually due to the fact that 90% of American men cant dance. I don’t care if you think you can, you probably cant. Well in Belize, the boys can dance. It’s almost as if they would rather dance with by themselves or with the other boys than dance with the girls. The girls didn’t seem to care, as long as they were dancing.


Notice the separation between boys and girls


This was followed by the practice of hymns and Christmas carols that the kids were forced to sing the next day in front of the priest. It was obvious none of the kids were really into this activity but it was right before the food, and they did what they had to do. I cant say I blame them.

Singing was the last thing they wanted to do
The day ended with most classes doing things like limbo competitions, listening to music, or going home early. Damian had a different idea for his class. He sent them all home, to no avail, to change into something they could get dirty. We filled about 200 water balloons and realized this might last 3 minutes but it would be fun to watch anyway. As you can guess, only like 2 of the kids went home and changed, but they were at least told to do so.
The water balloon fight lasted maybe 90 seconds before all the balloons were gone. This is where the fun actually began. Since the fight happened in the same location, a mud pit was created. This started a mud fight. Yet another time when I knew for sure that I was in Belize. Never back home would teachers stand by watching kids wrestle in the mud and throw mud balls at each other as hard as they could and laugh. It was awesome. Kids were sliding, tackling one another and going back to the pipe to get more water in a bucket to throw it on their friends.
“Clean up” was just as much fun as all the kids stood in a line to clean themselves off. I snapped some before and after pictures but they simply don’t express how filthy these boys were. Had they been from the US, the clothes would have been thrown out, but Belizean women have mastered the art of laundry without companies like Maytag and Whirlpool.
He had fun



Zion before and after

Damian throwing water on the kids to clean the mud off

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