I left the school for a few hours. That's all it took. The kids managed to bring in a Christmas tree - at least 20 feet tall - and decorate it in the main hall.
It didn't make me mad - it made me jealous. And it wasn't the first time.
When I decided to come here and teach, I had no idea what to expect of the school. Just in case, I mentally prepared myself for a horrible building filled with demonic students. I hoped that wouldn't come to pass, but I doubted it could be any worse.
Fortunately, it went the other way. This school is nicer than my high school. I attended a school that was made up of four buildings that were all built in different years. The newest was only a few years old, but the oldest was quite outdated. To me, it felt like a dungeon.
I half expected to arrive here and find kids hanging from their ankles in the classrooms. The floors were made of dirt, and a small creek flowed through the hallways. Livestock would occasionally wander in, and no one would notice. This isn't how I thought of Hungary, I just have an overactive imagination.
Far from this, though, the school is almost brand new. It was built within the past five years, and it's all very modern. I've been told the students don't like it because they think the clean, white hallways look like a hospital. I think they're crazy.
The classrooms all have nice white-boards, there is wireless internet access, and the kids manage to play popular music throughout the PA system. It's everything my high school wasn't.
Now, the kids have a Christmas tree. It's huge. The whole school smells good. I can't believe I wasn't there to see them bring it in, I don't think I'll ever leave during the day again.
However, there is one way that my school beats them. I never, ever had school on Saturady. Ever. Tomorrow, they have classes! Yes! I win!
Wait, I'm a teacher. I have to go too.
I think I'll teach them the expression "getting the short end of the stick" - I definitely got it.
Hungarian word of the day:
Pronounced Eesh-co-luh. It means "school".