There's a fly in my chai

Before I start attempting to describe the last couple weeks, I want to correct mistakes from my last post. Firstly, the name of the school that I'm volunteering with is called Ronesa, not Roynasa. It means "coming together" in Maasai. Secondly, I am not north of Ngong, but northwest.
Today marks the end of the 5th week that I've been in Kenya, which means that I'm halfway through my Kenya trip! What a wild thought. The past two weeks that I've spent in Olosho-oibor have been absolutely incredible. I can already tell that leaving this place is going to be very hard.
In order to help you understand what I'm doing on a daily basis without recounting the many adventures I've had every day, I'm going to describe one "typical" day of my present life.
I wake up each morning at 6:30, and though I set my alarm, it's usually the roosters that wake me without fail, about 2 minutes before my alarm sounds. On a day when I shower (which are few...) I'll ask Rosemary's niece, Beatrice, whom she has employed to be her domestic assistant, to warm a little water for me. I take the bucket of water out to a small structure next to the latrine and pour water on myself with a cup in attempt to wash away the dust and dirt. After my refreshing bucket shower, I go inside to have chai and chapati for breakfast and get dressed. Before I leave for Ronesa I go outside to the yard and brush my teeth as I watch the sun rise over the hills towards Ngong.
I walk across Rosemary's maize field  on a small path to the school, and usually am there by 7:45. At 8:00, the students line up for assembly by class, where they are scolded if their uniform is incomplete, their hair isn't short, etc. Then they recite bible verses and sing songs until about 8:15, and then it's back to class. I begin the morning with either an English, math, or science lesson with grade one, then the same with pre-unit, and again with either nursery or baby class. They have a couple breaks throughout the day, when they go outside and play with a soccer ball or jump ropes accompanied by the cows and goats that like to graze in the school yard. There are 43 students total, 4 more were enrolled in the last 2 weeks since it's still the beginning of the term. Teaching in Kenya is dramatically different than the elementary teaching style I grew up with. Resources are the main limiting factor. 90% of teaching is done with nothing more than chalk and a blackboard. Children learn through repetition and copying, and are disciplined using a stick, which has taken some getting used to for me. But each day I get to know the students better, and they are learning to respect me as "teacher Kate", not just another mzungu.
At 12:20 I go home for lunch, and then come back an hour later. In the afternoons I don't normally teach, unless a teacher is absent, but instead I either work one-on-one with students that I've noticed struggling, especially with reading and writing, or I do other work for the school like covering books or making posters to put on the wall. The one-on-one time that I've spent with one particular student named Patrick, in grade one, has already been really rewarding. Every day he comes up to me and says, "teacher Kate, reading?" Now when he looks at a word he begins to try to sound it out, instead of just memorizing how certain words look, as he was before. And not only is it good for the students to have this individual attention, but it's good for the teachers to see the benefits that arise from stepping away from the blackboard and focusing on the kids. The employed grade one teacher is named John, he is 18, he'll be starting university in May to study education, but as of now he has no experience.
At 3:00 the students are dismissed and they all run to the gate to begin their walk home, which is as much as 7km for some students. I go home, usually exhausted, and relax and talk about the school with Rosemary and teacher Joseph. At 4:00 we have another cup of chai, which one of the zillions of flies decided to go swimming in the other day. Once it's cooled off a little, by about 5:00, I'll either go with Beatrice to collect firewood (and carry it on my head), help her cook chapati, wash clothes, or go with Joseph (not the teacher, a man who lives down the road, a friend of Rosemary) to look for giraffe's. On Tuesday we were particularly lucky and came across about 30 of them wandering across the bush at sunset. I just wanted to stand and stare at them forever, but I had to tear my eyes away because we had to get back before dark. In the evening I'll read, write in my journal, and eat dinner with Rosemary. The food is really heavy, usually maize and some type of beans, chapati, potatoes, or ugali (traditional Kenyan food, I'm not sure how to describe it). At around 8:30 Beatrice, Ann (Beatrice's sister who stays with Rosemary to go to school), and Dan (employed by Rosemary to take care of the livestock, etc.) come into the house. One of them reads from a Bible translated to Swahili or Maasai, and then they pray and talk about their day. By 9:00 I'm usually asleep under my mosquito net, or attempting to kill one that has gotten inside my sleeping sanctuary.
On Sunday's we go to church from 10:30 to 1:30, which you might think is a very long time to sit down and listen to somebody preach in a foreign language, but it's not like that at all. Nearly the whole time is spent singing and dancing to blaring, rhythmic music, and watching Maasai dance is quite impressive and entertaining.
This week both Joseph and Rosemary unknowingly bestowed upon me the same Maasai name, Nashipae. It's pronounced Nah-shey-pie, and it means joy. They like to constantly remind me how happy I am and "what a big blow" it will be to Ronesa and the community when I leave.
There are about a trillion other things that I wish I could talk about, for so much has happened to me in the last two weeks, but my Internet time is limited and my budget is tight! I know that what I've written doesn't even begin to do justice to the experience that I'm actually having, but I hope it has helped to paint you a picture of my life here in Maasailand that I love so much!