I stretched like a cat after a nap. Yesterday afternoon Maengi asked me to take a look at her computer. She had a virus that was using up major bandwidth on her Internet connection, disabling the antivirus program, and that blocking access to Windows Explorer and other applications. I’ve gone on virus-hunting missions with Koa in the past—Koa’s an impressive virus hunter—but when flying solo, I tend to prefer the all-encompassing Windows re-install.
Maengi needed time to find her XP CD, so I told her we could try again this afternoon. I had aspirations of early evening exercise, but given my afternoon inertia, I couldn’t justify postponing my date with Maengi’s computer. I grabbed my external hard drive (to store any files she wanted to save) and headed over.
With me at the helm, fixing computer problems tends to be an exercise in the blind leading the blind. Luckily, the Windows XP re-install process is pretty foolproof.
Maengi brought out banana chips and apple juice while I transferred folders to my hard drive. “Do you remember a year 13 from last year named David?” she asked.
“Yeah. He took computers last year. Why do you ask?”
“I guess he got one of the Year 12s pregnant,” Maengi said, the tone in her voice 61% pity, 39% amusement.
“Oh no!” I admit I smirked a little. Teenage pregnancy is never ideal, but both of these kids had finished school, and what else could I do but enjoy a mild scandal.
As it turns out, Maengi had a slew of scandals to tell me about, most of which happened before I got here. A couple stories she told blew my mind.
It’s weird to imagine this place before I came, but the longer I stay, the easier it is to conjure. I’ve met the lady who lived in my house immediately before I moved in and I’ve heard the story of how my pule got his job and I’ve heard about the teacher who was supposed to help me teach computers but who moved to New Zealand just as I arrived. I’ve heard the stories about the first Indian missionaries arriving back in 2001. I’ve heard about the music teacher who died tragically fishing in the harbour just weeks before I arrived.
I don’t know if being aware of all this context will make me any more effective at my job, but I guess it makes me feel like a part of the story.
I only caught one snag re-installing Windows: for some reason Maengi’s laptop retained all of its drivers except the modem. This was extra frustrating because the modem driver had to be re-installed at one of the computer shops in town last week. But I looked around on the back-up, and after 15 minutes of tinkering, I found it. Maengi was thrilled.
I can’t help thinking the way my school was before I came won’t be much different from how it will be after I leave. But I like to think I’ve made some sort of difference.
I hope you’re well. Happy birthday, Max! Picture below.
The assignment was to write your name on the board and then stand under it so I could take your picture. This kid came up to the board and wrote "Soft Love". Awesome.