I’ve known many students who have the daily chore of hauling water to their home or taking the honey bucket to the dump. The first year I taught here I lived in a classroom at the end of the school. The school is one of the few buildings in the village that has running water. Unfortunately, to get to the school restroom, I had to go out one door of the building and back in through another door. I was always afraid I’d walk out some night, forgetting my keys, and freeze to death.
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