Tuesday Mojokerto  Today, I joined the most beautiful classroom setting I have ever been in, one born out of necessity, but truly a treasure. I went with Mr. Nizzam to his first period, a class of year 3 girls (seniors).  Under  beautiful, tall pines, a blue tarp spread out a classroom on the forest floor. Girls in their white XXxxxx sat waiting for their lesson. They were happy to see that I was joining them.  They were a talkative group for a first period class. They asked the same questions my students would ask--what kind of parties do we have in America, what tests are required to get into a university... What is different, though, is that at the end of the class, each students takes the teacher's hand and pulls it to her forehead in a sign of respect and gratitude. I like that. It shows an appreciation of what their elders have to offer.  English club Today, we had girls come to the year's first English club. Since Arlis and I were available, we spoke to them about the worthiness of learning English. And then we shared American letters with the students. They paired up with one girl reading the letter to her friend and then her friend sharing the information with the group. This was a good way for them to practice reading, listening and speaking English, and of course, they will write letters in response, allowing them to practice their writing skills.  Tomorrow will be the boys' time in the English club. The Muslim way is for boys and girls to be separated at all times.