School

School has started at last. Hajer is a girls' school, with an all female staff. The girls wear long green dresses that touch the ground, the little ones cry, and the bigger ones gossip and laugh. They all have mini suitcases to carry their books, and rush into the school ground like they are rushing for a plane.
My job is going to be busy and interesting. I am working with the American grade 2 teachers and the Emirati English teachers. I will, of course, also be delivering ESOL classes to the Emirati teachers who do not yet have a high enough IELTS score. There are only five teachers in this position, but I'll have to find time for them to have five hours of lessons a week.
Mark has arrived, and we have bought essentials like a TV. It is good to have him here, he has been cooking and cleaning, while he looks for a job.
I am very sorry to be out of Australia for the Grand Final, of all years. I hope I am able to see it on a TV somewhere, maybe at one of the hotels. If not, I will be using the computer to listen to the internet radio.
I've become a lot more confident with my driving, I was so nervous to start with, but now that I am more easily finding my way around, I am learning how to avoid the bad driving of the locals. Some of the worst drivers in the world live in this country!
Well, it's been a month today, and I'm still here. I think it will be ok.