Today started with every muscle on my body aching. I almost forgot that I had an hour's painful training session yesterday-luckily she can not come today. There was an information session about IB syllabus and I almost did not go. Syllabus meetings find me here too. New school, new faces, new teachers, so I went. I am glad I did. We had an hour and a half's very well organised workshop on 'Approaches To Learning' . One of the Spanish teachers( apparently there are six) led it. The parents were asked to answer some riddles in groups, go in and out of hula hoops simultaneously, find a mistake in a simple calculation and also we had a discussion on 'bull fighting'. He underlined the importance of having a voice and asking the right questions, how organisation helps and how teachers, parents need to support students.
After the meeting I met a French mother, we went for coffee. She drinks tea like me- black no sugar-. I almost said 'we are supposed to not like each other'. 'I should add you to the list of French beans, French manicure and French plait to be disliked'. But we are in India, we can forget about that side of the world. She wanted me to give her private English lessons too. We exchanged numbers and my driver came.
The second part of the day was going to be spent on buying good support shoes. My heel is still bad and not getting any better, I was told to have gel heeled shoes. Linking Road is the only place I can go and come back to pick Kitty up at 3.30. ( You need to have an ID card to go in and pick the child up. Otherwise they are not allowed to leave the school on their own). The driver took me there and I almost crossed the street, waiting on the non existing traffic island, a young man came and asked if I wanted a free model hair cut from Tony and Guy. They wanted blond(!?) hair to practice. 'It is over there, at the end of the road' he said. I accepted the offer, then he said, 'look, I have another friend who is trying to find models too'. A very hip Japanese man was talking to some young girls, I saw the girls shaking their heads. He is not that lucky. They stopped a rickshaw, one on my right the other one on my left we started the journey. How naive I am, how stupid I am to say 'yes' and get on a rickshaw with 20-22 year old boys! How am I going explain this to anybody if something happens. 'They said there was a free haircut' sounds so not credible, no one would believe me. Then we stopped in front of some shops ,on the second floor of Tommy Hilfiger, there was a real Tony and Guy studio. It took me two hours and I had the best haircut of my life by a young man who wants to be the best hairdresser New Delhi has ever seen.
I went to pick Kitty up with a smile on my face. May be that is what I needed in life, a good educational morning and good haircut.
After the meeting I met a French mother, we went for coffee. She drinks tea like me- black no sugar-. I almost said 'we are supposed to not like each other'. 'I should add you to the list of French beans, French manicure and French plait to be disliked'. But we are in India, we can forget about that side of the world. She wanted me to give her private English lessons too. We exchanged numbers and my driver came.
The second part of the day was going to be spent on buying good support shoes. My heel is still bad and not getting any better, I was told to have gel heeled shoes. Linking Road is the only place I can go and come back to pick Kitty up at 3.30. ( You need to have an ID card to go in and pick the child up. Otherwise they are not allowed to leave the school on their own). The driver took me there and I almost crossed the street, waiting on the non existing traffic island, a young man came and asked if I wanted a free model hair cut from Tony and Guy. They wanted blond(!?) hair to practice. 'It is over there, at the end of the road' he said. I accepted the offer, then he said, 'look, I have another friend who is trying to find models too'. A very hip Japanese man was talking to some young girls, I saw the girls shaking their heads. He is not that lucky. They stopped a rickshaw, one on my right the other one on my left we started the journey. How naive I am, how stupid I am to say 'yes' and get on a rickshaw with 20-22 year old boys! How am I going explain this to anybody if something happens. 'They said there was a free haircut' sounds so not credible, no one would believe me. Then we stopped in front of some shops ,on the second floor of Tommy Hilfiger, there was a real Tony and Guy studio. It took me two hours and I had the best haircut of my life by a young man who wants to be the best hairdresser New Delhi has ever seen.
I went to pick Kitty up with a smile on my face. May be that is what I needed in life, a good educational morning and good haircut.
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