The Girls' Reflections on Delhi

India Gate, the first day of the trip

The most memorable part of yesterday was getting to dinner. We went down one of the worst roads that I have ever been down and it wasn’t just because of potholes. I’m pretty sure that I will never eat meat here again (in Delhi, that is) and I started bawling at one point. I’m almost positive that this was also terrifying to other people too so I won’t recall specific events, let’s just say that it involved a dead rat and a man with no legs on a skateboard.

-        Corrina

Maria leading her book
workshop

The event I’m glad I didn’t miss was Mrs. Denjongpa’s workshop at the Bookaroo Festival. After seeing workshops the previous day, I was curious to see what they had to do to prepare. I also thought her workshop was unique because she had other people helping her and she split the audience into little groups. But that might have happened in other workshops that I didn’t go to.
Helping in Mrs. D’s workshop also reminded me of TA-ing a bit. The teacher (Mrs. D) sets the plans and really is the main teacher. And the TA’s help out in the classes, which was what I felt we did today. By: Grace

Grace and friends searching for
scavenger hunt clues.