With the dew rising from the feilds dozens of children streamed into the two room school in that little small and poor village tucking used rice sack under their arms to use makeshift chairs.Their teacher from india complained bitterly because he is pored through attandane books for the first two hours of class.The teacher doesn’t know who goes in what grade so that way he can not teach.then the say that 90 minutes later another teacher arrived.The most senior teacher and he was the only one with a theachin degree.The reason this affects my life is because if I ever go to india and have children i want my children to have a good education.