Be generous this Xmas: donate your old laptop, tablet or smartphone to our students in Tanzania and ask your relatives and friends to do the same.
This is to help the students of state primary schools in Moshi to improve their learning.
You can leave them at the school reception. Deadline: January 31st, 2019.
Don’t forget to include the charger!
Thank you in advance,
Soyez généreux à Noël: donnez vos vieux laptop, smartphones ou tablettes aux éleves de nos écoles en Tanzanie et demandez à votre entourage de faire de même.
Vous pouvez les laisser à la récéption de l'école jusqu'au 31 janvier 2019.
Votre don est précieux pour améliorer les conditions d’apprentissage des étudiants des écoles primaires de l’état à Moshi
N’oubliez pas d’inclure le chargeur !
Eleah Gersten explores a moment of hope in a difficult reality
A faint sharp pop sounded. Everyone's head perked up from their work. Another pop, but this time it was closer. A screech was heard off in the distance as more heads turned and questions began to arise. The mumble in the classroom was silenced by another pop.
Suddenly, the wooden classroom door swung open and students rushed in with panicked looks. A teacher followed while muttering in a quick voice, “get under the tables, hide.” Eyes widened before students ducked under tables, curling into a ball and pulling out phones to message parents. The door was locked with a click. The classroom became dark, only a ray of light flooded in from the hallway to illuminate petrified faces.
Thumps from scurrying children were overmasked by the unpredictable sounds of cracks and screeches. With each shot, students flinched. With each scream, eyes clenched shut. Each pop became closer and closer, till the walls began to shake. The bitter, pungent, metallic sulphur produced a putrid air. Sirens began to blare from outside, but the deafening cracks did not cease.
Nor did the roar of sound distract the students from their fear. As if they were statues, they remained still, only their tense muscles trembling. Breathes became short gasps, eyes darted in search of danger. Tears rolled down faces while kids looked up to the sky, mouthing a prayer for safety.
Only faint sniffles and stuttering whispers to family members on the phone were heard. The light from the hallway reduced and the room darkened. A silhouette came into view, peering into the classroom through the window. His badge reflected in the light as he stepped back and kicked the door open, relief and hope flooding into the classroom.
Grade 11 Honors students were asked to write a continuation of one of the stories that they've been studying.
Here are the excellent submissions from Jose Ramon Gonzalez and Jasmine Granberg-Cauchi. Jose's follows Jasmyne's in this article...
Thanks to Mr Friend for submitting on their behalves!
by Jasmyne Granberg-Cauchi
nothing was about to get into his way. All the members of the platoon were confused, but he spoke to no one, he just kept walking out, the Greenies even tried to ask him what was wrong, in their demeaning way, but still concerned. It was like the guy was sleepwalking, everyone was going right over his head.
Well he was going to see her, Marie Anne Bell herself.
'What Happened to Mary Jane?
by Jose Ramon Gonzalez
At night we saw nothing, but sensed everything around us. We knew that there was never anything since it was always us who got the jump on those pigs, however, tonight was different. We all knew there was someone or something watching we felt a piercing stare. We felt the wind on the backs of our necks as if something were moving around us. “There’s something out there” whispered Duc. We couldn't see him but we all knew he was trembling from the rustling leaves he shook at his feet. We were being mocked laughed at, but we weren’t being hunted rather observed. Whatever this entity was it wasn’t here to kill if it were we would already be dead. We didn’t reach our objective that night. We all sat in a circle waiting, looking for a giggling ghost.
That next morning we headed to the new attack spot this time we decided to go early through the tunnels. Neither Dao or myself wanted to take the tunnels they were small and cramped, but they made Duc feel safe and shut him up. However, they only took us part of the way since the spot was in enemy territory. When we left the tunnels it was already dusk. Dao immediately said, “Do you think we’ll see it again?” Duc with a quiver in his voice said, “I hope not…”. We walked for about an hour and the sun was setting when Duc shouted “Its the ghost! The shadows they’re moving!”
Dao and I looked back we didn't see a person we saw a dark shape with shining emerald eyes. We blinked and it was gone we just heard laughter all around us. Dao and I went to the area where the ghost was there were no footprints nothing just dried flakes of dirt. Duc was on the floor shouting cursing. Dao and I looked at each other with two very different looks. I was petrified he, on the other hand, was massively intrigued. We both ran grabbed Duc and booked it out of there. After an hour Duc was still shaking, Dao was vigilant, however, not out of fear but out of curiosity.
We blinked and it was gone we just heard laughter all around us.
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