This weekend the ม3 students from my school are at scout camp. Tonight I went out to the camp to visit. For the big evening thingamabob I somehow found myself behind the conga drums (I’ve played music with the school’s music teacher once before).
It was fun, but a bit long. There was skit, after skit, after skit. I could tell that a good bit of what made the skits interesting was lost on me. I wasn’t picking up all the language and I was missing references to history and contemporary culture.
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