Today has been yet another great day and as I seem to always say, it was one of my favourites. For me it was a pretty busy day as I taught three lessons today. I started off by teaching  kindergarten a lesson bout numbers. This overall went pretty well as I started off by doing some adding activities with them,then attempting to show them how to play snakes and ladders with themm, whcih wasn't as succesful, so I went back to doind adding and subtracting. I really enjoyed the experience of teaching the younger kids. Another lesson I did was maths with standard 4 (11 year olds) whhich was focused on measuring. This was a successful lesson as the kids seemed to grasp what was being taught and got on with the activities well. The last lesson I taught which was my favourite so far is an RE lesson woth standard six, focusing on Martin Luther King and the segregation of black people in America at that time. I enjoyed being able to introduce this to them as it is something they have never covered before. I questioned how much the class were taking in the lesson, but it seemed to be effective as the teacher questioned the class on what tehy had learned at the end, whcih got many of the students answering. The thing that truly touched me was that at the end, many of the students came up to me and told me how touched and inspired they were by the story. And the fact that I was their age when I learnt about it and had the same reaction as them was that bit more touching. I enjoyed the genuine interst that the kids showed and was happy talking in more depth about it to them in their own time. Plus, the teacher observing the lesson has requested for another Martin King lesson and wants both stanard six and seven to be part of it. Another thing that got me emtionally was the visit to one of the school childrens houses. The little girls who's house we visited had already been through a lot in her short life and the fact that she lived in a small cramped house and lived with her auntie and uncle who struggle to pay eight shillings to get a canester of water a week (thats around 2p!), dosent help matters. Her house was apparantely a short treck from the school but it certainly didnt feel like that to us. The house that she lived in would be considered a room to us, becasue it is literally one room separated by a wall and clothes hanging. It was a very humbling exdperience to witnbess what kind of living conditions a fmily of four were living in and finding out the hardships of their lives and that she is lucky to have a meal at home. This ezxerience is something I will remember fior thge rest of my life. It is something that I will lok back on when I or anybody else back home selfishly says that their life is rubbish or complain in any way, because seeing how the family cope day by day in he conditions they have make us look like celebrities. I am very grateful for the experience that I had today and wil always remember it.