MY PHOTO JOURNAL
Going to School7:40, time to go to school for a long day of work. I go there with my mom who drives me everyday there through the streets of Hsinchu.
I am lucky because I go there in a car so I don't need to get up too early, and I go there with my mom who’s got enough time to drive me.HumanitiesEvery Tuesday and Friday, we got our humanities class. Like in every other class, we, strangely, use laptops. It is interesting, but the problem is that at the end you have so much homework. But it is only the first class in the day, still 3 to go.
The African kids don’t air conditioned class, and they definitely don’t use laptops, they don’t have enough money, they would rather use the money for food.Sweet HomeI am finally back at home. Time to talk to my grandparents by the computer and also get a snack. I sometimes mess around with a tennis ball, also.
The people in Africa don’t have computers, they don’t eat snacks, and they do the chores instead of playing.
Homework, Cruel HomeworkMost days, I have homework. Mostly humanities but also math and science. It is definitely the time I hate the most in the day.
I am even lucky for homework time, because I can use actual material, and after I am done with the homework I don’t have to do anything else, no watering the fields, etc...Playing Time!After finishing all my homework, I usually go play basketball with my best friend, or soccer with other people. This is my favorite moment of the day; I love sport!
I have a choice of doing what I want. I don’t have any obligations. When I am done with the work I do anything I want, like playing. I can play on a real field with an actual ball.DinnerAfter all this, I have dinner around 7:00. We sometimes go to the restaurant, sometimes not. I still like my mom’s food the best.
The day I took this picture, I was at the restaurant. I don’t think Africans spend money on restaurants.Asleep…After getting washed, reading, and playing, it is time for me to go to bed. Unfortunately, I hate sleeping and my parent make me sleep at 9 o’clock.
The little Africans don’t get washed everyday, they have no books to read, and I think they go to bed much later than 9 because of their chores.