In early April, some of my students wrote letters to
Scottish pupils from my old high school, telling them about their lives, their
families, and the best way to dance Azonto. This week I got the replies.
My pupils were ecstatic, they were so excited to learn about
Madame Fiona’s country. But it was funny, as I read through the letters saying
how in Scotland to get water you turn on a tap, and asking for facebook adds, I
got a sense that this might be a prediction of how people are going to react
when I go back. When I tell people about my life here they say that it makes
them feel lucky. But it’s not that life here is hard, it’s just that life over
there is easy.
Okay, I realise that the tone of this blog is starting to
get a little moody as I dread my fast approaching return to Scotland. So here’s
a surprisingly touching excerpt from one Scottish girl’s letter to finish on:
“I read Ruth Baiden’s
letter and found it interesting how different her life was to mine because she
is always so busy and always helping her family. She must be a very lovely
girl.”
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