Aside from preoccupation with the darkening sky

Class went well today. I hadn't seen this section in over two weeks, so I asked one of our spunkier interns, Zingaphi, to come out and help me in case the learners were reluctant to talk again, but as it turned out no prodding was necessary, and they did well with the lesson - grammar again, unfortunately for all of us.

I feel bad for not remembering this girl's name, because she's probably my favorite student at this school (I'm getting better at it, but until I see them written down I have a really hard time remembering Xhosa names). She is one of the smartest students at Zisukhanyo, and is always, always smiling. I get a kick out of her writing utensils; the last time I saw her she was using an eraserless pencil that had been hacked down to about an inch and a half by many scissor-sharpenings, and today she was taking notes with a pen cartridge...not for lack of options, either, because when I offered her mine she just grinned and unzipped a backpack-pocket full of new ones. It's kind of endearing, because although I haven't been caught without a premium pen in many moons now, at some point I was definitely that kid - preferring to rehab a burnt eraser with a neon cap that cost more than a new pencil, and saving broken pens long after they'd started bleeding all over my hands and backpack.