Time Management
Today is Sunday. Sunday is the only day Indonesians have off from work and school. One would assume they might sleep in. Here is the story of two American girls' Sunday morning in Malang.(Note: I was sleeping at Layne's because we were being picked up there at 10 am for a batik expo.)
4:00 am: The mosque next to Layne's house begins playing call to prayer. Nothing unusual.
4:30 am: This may have been a dream, but I could have sworn some speech was given in Indonesian over the loudspeakers for about 30 minutes.
5:00 am: My cell phone rings. I pretend it's a bad dream.
5:04 am: My phone rings two more times. It finally occurs to me that there might be an emergency in the US and I pick it up. It's a boy named Jaya, a university student who teaches economics at SMA 3. Here is an approximate transcript of the conversation:
Jaya: Hi Miss America!
Me: What? Who is this?
Jaya: Jaya!
Me: Who? Oh, Jaya...are you OK? What's wrong?
Jaya: It's 5:oo, time to get up, Indonesians get up very early, time to wake up! (Another phone in the background rings. It sounds like he is at a concert or a party. He answers the other phone and I hang up.)
5:07 am: I receive an sms from Jaya, reading: Wake up in the morning good for your body. come on miss america wake up...he.he.he.(J)
5:08 am: I turn off my phone.
6:00 am: Layne's house phone rings. The second time she gets up and gets it. It's her grandmother calling from the US. Layne talks for a few minutes, then hangs up.
7:00 am: Her house phone rings again. We ignore it.
7:30 am: Her house phone rings again. Layne answers it. It's a teacher from her school saying that he is coming to her house to pick her up and take her on a day long retreat for one of the classes at her school. They mentioned this to her two weeks ago and she said she would go, but then no one said a single thing about it, including time of departure, until that morning.
7:34 am: The doorbell rings. The teacher is here. We are still getting dressed and trying to wake up.
7:35 am: Layne goes on retreat and I walk in search of a mikrolet.
I think sleeping in is one of those concepts that might not translate.
posted by Caitlin @ 12:06 PM
1 Comments:
Christine and I were woken up at 5.30 this morning by a student teacher at her high school, who just wanted to chat about goodness knows what. He teased her for not being awake yet. Honestly, what's wrong with these people?
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