Lay-Z Boy chairs- School got SWAGGER!

I’m through to Wednesday! This week at school has been fantastic. Over 30 students have forgotten their homework for over 30 different reasons. One kid got a detention for closing a door to hard next to me. 5 kids got detentions for turning up late to my class. 10 of my form class turned up 20 minutes late to school.

At the same time, I’ve taught some great lessons. I’ve witnessed a class of A Level students calculate solubility product correctly (crazy). I’ve taught a class sat lazy boy chairs in 16^oC air conditioning. I’ve been asked on a school trip to the space centre in French Guiana. It’s been so “cold” in Georgetown that the kids have worn jumpers in school.

Going back to the lateness in the mornings... Most students have excuses of transport issues. I can’t decide if this is a reasonable excuse. Some of them have this issue every morning. It is true; to get into Georgetown, you have to deal with one road that gets incredibly busy once 7am hits. But surely congestion in London was worse and they managed to turn up on time.

5S are a class full of heroes. I had geography and chemistry with them today and I enjoyed them both. In geography, I set them off on a research task and was stood there starring out of the window over the coastline of Georgetown almost crying with how content I was. In chemistry they figured out how to separate 5 different gases from air all by themselves. They should get medals but instead I gave 200 (mystery) points to the winning team.

My other classes are probably as good but I spend 7 hours a week with 5S so lessons go so smoothly. Well, all except first thing this morning. I found out why the students have to make sure they close their classes’ windows before they leave school each afternoon. 5S was flooded. Half of the desks and chairs were soaking and there was a big puddle down one side of the room after the storm last night. The past two days have been relentless in terms of rain. Torrential tropical downpours are interspersed with a few minutes of Sun but mainly hours of drizzly English rain. The benefits of this are many. I have forgotten about sweating, my finger-tips actually get cold and the students are so much less lethargic.

Last night I won at all-you-can-eat Brazilian. I strolled out without stomach cramps. A life goal has been accomplished.

A tropical 10km

Yesterday I met some incredible athletes. I met some of South America and the Caribbean’s best distance runners. I met guys and girls who travel round the world competing in 1500m to half marathon races and funding a lifestyle off it. Sadly I also had to meet them as I had signed up to a 10km road race with them as my ‘competitors.’

I turned up at the National Park on time (2pm) as I always do in Guyana only to be caught out by Guyanese time. They organisers were still setting up so I sat around in the Sun trying to catch some shade under random bushes. I signed up to the event because the security guard of my building had mentioned it so when he turned up we had a good chat about running. The other runners also started turning up and after a few conversations, I found out that everyone is either there to win the prize money or a veteran who used to be there to win the prize money and now comes for fun.

I found myself slipping into the veteran category as the younger guys (and girls) were dropping finish times about 10 minutes faster than I have ever ran! At the start line I realised how serious this was. A few athletes had turned up from Suriname, Grenada, Trinidad and other islands along with the Guyanese athletes and a handful of veterans. Then there was me! Being white I often feel out of place in Guyana but here I just felt stupid. Anyway the start whistle went and we set off. There was about 70 runners in total. A lot of them went for a quick start and my start was fairly quick too but I was still swamped by most of the field. I got into a rhythm behind a modest looking runner and found myself running along the sea wall feeling pretty good. The wind was cooling me from the front and my legs were feeling fresh.

At the half way point we made to turn around and head back along roughly the same route. Then BAMM! I turned around and the wind was now behind me. No cooling breeze. Baking Sun on my back. My legs went tired, I felt dehydrated and my face (and strangely feet) felt like I was in an oven! This continued for the rest of the 10k and I crossed the line after almost an hour of running.

After thinking about it, I am pleased to have finished the race. It has given me the urge to get out doing some longer distances now instead of the short runs I normally do.

Thankfully I didn’t feel achey at school today. I had a set of good lessons. We had a practical in AS chemistry and the kids successfully did some calculations using their results so that was a big achievement. My form is supposed to go on a trip to Suriname next year so they were all talking about this today. They are planning different fundraising ideas to afford to go to French Guiana instead. I would love to go there as they have a big space station that you can visit.

Where does your rice come from?

Thursday was the big day for a bunch of the A Level chemistry students. They were retaking their practical exam from last year and I had to invigilate. The technicians had done a brilliant job in setting the practical up; each student had hundreds of pieces of equipment and tiny beakers of multi-coloured chemicals. I had to carry out the practical myself to check the chemicals were working so as soon as the exam started, I set to work following the exam paper like a recipe. I felt like Harry Potter sat in Snape’s classroom as I mixed together all the unknown solutions. From what I saw, the students did really well. There was an issue with one of them swallowing the dark purple solution as she tried to use her mouth as a pipette instead of using a pipette.

I headed to the University of Guyana after school to have a tour around. One of my friends is due to start working there soon so she showed me around the place. The campus is a good 20 minute drive from the city centre so there is a lot of open space. The buildings are no more than 3 stories and each one is spread out with neatly trimmed lawns between them. The buildings, as anywhere in Guyana, are battling living in the tropics and they look in need of some new paint. I walked past one classroom full of student nurses in their matching uniforms. The class was packed with people and they had no fans or air conditioning.

At 5am on Friday, I was up and ready to hit the road. I had been asked to accompany a school trip to the Essequibo. The Essequibo is Guyana’s longest river and the banks of the river by the mouth are full of industry, mainly rice mills and some sugar plantations. The plan was to visit some of these industries as part of a humanities trip. After being asked to meet at school at 6am, I reached school bang on 6am. The next person to arrive came at 6.30 and by 7.30, we left school in the bus. One day I will know how to deal with Guyanese time.

We drove to the Demerara river and crossed the bridge in the bus. As we drove down the West coast, we picked up a few students who lived along the route. At 9am, we made it to Charity; the launch point for boats heading into the Essequibo and further. Our boat took us out into the middle of the river. At its mouth, the Essequibo is over 20km wide so it really is more like being at sea than in a river. The water was murky-brown from all the silt being washed through the country and apparently it was salty but I didn’t taste it. On the other side, we landed in Supernaam and continued the journey by road to a big rice mill.

 

The Bacchus rice mill supplies most of Georgetown and certainly every Chinese restaurant in Georgetown with rice. I had never really imagined what a small countries’ daily supply of rice looked like but I got to see it on Friday. The rice mill was filled with rice. Every space without rice either had sacks for putting rice in or old Chinese machinery for dehusking/sorting rice. Just as I started to think of it, one of the boys got a handful of Class-C rice and shoved it down another kids back. Great work.

One of the owners gave us a tour of each mill then we had a tour of their poultry farm (I can still smell it) before heading to their community projects. This was my favourite part and I found a new hero in this country. Using capital from the rice mill, one of the sons had started doing community work in their local area. He had built a lovely school, library and park just opposite their business so I spent a long time picking his brains on this. The library was very impressive. It had so many books and looked so clean, ordered and tidy. They even had an Xbox Kinect and computer area that were free to use. His aim was to fund it through the school which was fee-paying.

 

I’m just off to do my first Guyanese 10k now!

"So, how's the teaching going?"

We have a couple of night watchmen/ security guards who works around our flat to check for intruders. Well, I like to think it is for our safety but it is probably for the café, news broadcasters, insurance firm and key-makers who also occupy the same building. They are really friendly and always say “Morning,” when you pass them. This morning I made a comment about one of their trainers. This pair of trainers would have looked at home at the start line of a marathon; a nice pair of Asics. The guy went on to explain that he is a runner and that there is a 10km race coming up this Sunday put on by the Guyanese Olympic Committee. Straight after school I signed up.

I’m now past the hump! I find that on Wednesdays, I can de-stress and visualise what is left of the week. This week has been fantastic at school though. Teaching has gone really well. No behaviour issues. More homework handed in. Better understanding of my accent. Less sweat in the classroom. I even felt like I was differentiating this week! It is a real teacher-ish thing to say but I feel really good when I notice that this is happening ad-lib in the middle of a lesson.

I did have two blips in the week though. The first was graph drawing with year 9. I love graphs. I love teaching graphs. I love seeing a good graph done by a student and I love watching students figure out how to graph something. It also happens to be a topic that you need to practice. Some students get it perfect, some get it perfectly wrong and some copy the perfect kids. I had my graph lesson planned for last lesson on Tuesday. The room was hot. The kids were angry. I knew it was going to be a struggle. I didn’t let them give up though. By 3pm, five kids had perfected their graphs and went home. 25 were sat there get angsty. Gradually more and more would get it, draw their graph and trot home. One kid, however, didn’t. She decided to make a rough copy of a perfect kid’s at 3pm. I noticed this and asked her to start again. She then decided to get grumpy and sat for 15 minutes not doing it. Between then and 3.30, she realised that I wasn’t going away, she made the graph, I helped her plot it and finally she left.

I don’t know if they hate me now but I don’t care. I know that all of them can draw a graph and I also know that they know I won’t give up!

The second blip was an AS chemistry test today. I had given them a topic list to revise the day before then made the mistake of giving a different topic of questions. A few of them came up to moan about it afterwards and I blagged some excuse about having to “know the whole syllabus.” I felt bad but then I think it has been a good thing for their knowledge. They revised for a topic as well as getting exam practice on a past topic that they should know anyway. The results were mixed. Half A*-C, half failed. I found out they got the same in biology so I am happy with that. I always found chemistry a lot harder than biology and I still feel that I am improving every day with my A-level teaching.

This is a picture from my favourite class. Form five absolutely love this group points system we have going. Neither me nor them have any idea what the winner gets but holding top place for a lesson is a massive achievement.

Parents day. Yes... DAY!

Last night I had a French feast. My housemate had invited a group of friends round to have dinner and he was planning on making them crepes. All but one of us were expats/ volunteers, which was a bit strange as I try to keep a mixed bag in Georgetown. It is very easy to fall into the expat vibe and not really live in Georgetown.

As everyone started arriving (at least 30 minutes late; for some reason Guyanese time is very contagious even for non-Guyanese people living in Guyana), I went down to welcome them in. As I opened the door I was greeted by three English people. I mean properly English people. One I had met before but the other two were new faces so it was surprising to have so much English presence in the room by the end of the evening.

The crepes that we had for dinner were amazing. Bacon, chicken, cheese. Then everyone munched down their sweet ones. I had lemon and sugar. The sugar had been melted onto the crepe a bit and the lemon was freshly squeezed. It was a glorious moment to see each person take it in turns and bite into this. I had a couple of lessons on crepe making but it turns out I haven’t got a wobbly wrist so mine turned into more of a pancake.

Today has been parents’ day at school. The teachers and students have been getting really apprehensive about getting their parents involved in what really happens. I wasn’t fussed at all. I think it is because I spent the past two years in regular contact with lovely parents and freak-show nightmares that you wish never had children. I have experienced the worst and now don’t think much will phase me! This week lots of students have been rushing up to me to ask about repeating exams. They are terrified of their parents it seems.

This last comment rang true today. I saw a pretty shocking sight at another of the teacher’s tables whilst they were having a meeting. One of the mums picked up a stapler and smashed it into the boys head. I was speaking to another parent at the time and it made me pause mid-sentence and lose my words! I’m now thinking about the kids in my classes who have been doing badly and will get a stapler or something similar to their heads when the reach home tonight.

All the meetings that I have had had been fine today. They run really smoothly and I think I feel a positive vibe positive overall.

I am so ridiculously tired now though. I got to bad late last night then got bitten by a mosquito 3 times on the face in the middle of the night. Two on the forehead and one on my upper lip, which swelled up and itched the whole night! I couldn’t sleep at all. By morning I was tired and knew I had a whole day of parents meetings ahead of me.

So here I am now. VERY tired but glad I have managed to sit through a whole day of work and met some lovely parents.

Change happens- but does it need to?!

I have thought so much about that staff meeting when we spoke about water-only policies and installing a computer system at the school. Should these things change or are they just ideas that I have seen happening all over England so I assume they are progress/development? Yesterday I was sent an article about my old school. This year they have banned the use of slang: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-24522809

That seems wrong to be but then again, banning drinks except water is pretty militant. Anyway, today another teacher asked me about the water ban and said that we should trial it for a week and show our findings to the principal. I have decided to pick my form class to trial it with because they are nice and understanding. When I told them this morning they were a bit shocked and many turned their noses up. I explained about the diabetes rates in Guyana, the improved levels of concentration when drinking water and finally that it was a pilot, like a mini-experiment where they are the guinea pigs. By lunch time I had won them over and I asked them to vote on a week-long trial starting next week. All but two voted for it. We now have Water Police with special badges and vigilant eyes.

So yesterday was Eid. Eid Mubarak everyone!

Tuesday after school I went down to the sea wall to watch the sunset. I ended up finding some fishermens’ discard, roughly 20 puffer fish and one huge ray. The puffer fish gassed-out as I stood on it. I’mm not sure that is the right word but it sounds workable. I then went to a lovely restaurant called Nightcap where they serve draught beer! Mmmm.

To celebrate Eid I went to a huge Indian party on Tuesday evening. The party had nothing to do with Eid and was quite awkward at the start. I walked in with Javan and a few of our friends so our group was 50:50 girls to guys ratio. They party however was completely different! The dance floor was empty and lining it were around 50 guys all staring at us as we walked across to get some seats. The only other girls there were hidden in the corner by themselves. I started chatting with a guy who had traveled to India and England so we spent a while talking about Indian food and English countryside. Hilariously, my friends taught me how to do an Indian dance. This was exactly as you can imagine; an embarrassingly cringe-worthy white guy moment. Somehow it went down well and I got a chance to sit back down and eat lots of mutton and duck curry.

Sunday was a chill day. I may have spent most of the morning in bed but eventually I went to look for some food with a friend. Holidays in Guyana are unpredictable. There are so many of them and you can never predict the shops that will close. We ended up finding a Chinese restaurant called Kam Boat that was open. Afterwards I went home to do some planning but ended up talking on the balcony as a few friends had decided to come round. We had a really nice time but I ended up getting up at 5am this morning to make sure that I got all my work done for today!

Staff meeting number 1

In form 3 physics we have spent the past week downstairs in the lab making circuits. I really like to take them outside of the classroom and get them doing something because I teach them at the end of the day. They are tired and sleepy and I probably would be the same if I was sat in their classroom all day. It has been the first time I have taught boys so that is an experience. There were girls that seemed like boys in my last school but not many of them. The boys are easy enough to teach. They like to do practicals a bit more than the girls but other than that, they are just the same as the girls.

I had my first Guyanese staff meeting yesterday since I have been back. I was expecting something slightly more organised than the chaos that went on in region one. It was slightly more organised. We had to take a lot of moans from senior leadership who kept referring us to the staff handbook. By the end of this, a few of us were getting frustrated. We keep being asked to clamp down on behaviour, punctuality and uniform but there are no systems to do this consistently across the whole school. One of the other teachers used to work in the Bahamas so, together, we built a mini-alliance to advocate the use of a computer system to do registers, grade tracking and behaviour tracking. SLT said they are looking into it.

A lot of the teachers moaned about the canteen selling sugary drinks again. Apparently they have started to re-sell them because the kids were ordering food from outside that contained sugary drinks anyway; “It was a losing battle.” I completely disagree with this point. SLT asked us if we had any alternatives. I said about schools in UK with water only policies, at which point, everyone laughed at me.

Although I don’t feel like I am in the position to suggest change at this school, it is so frustrating to see a collection of brilliant teachers teaching brilliant students without the support of a team within which we could all be working. Each teacher is like their own army when it comes to their jobs.

I woke up at 0615 this morning. The sun was slowly starting to heat up as I was sat on the balcony watching the homeless guys wake up on the field. I ate my philadelphia on toast as they started yawning and stretching. I always think about how badly they must get attacked by mosquitos and wonder if there is a worse place to be homeless.

Blog 20 has landed with another seriously good weekend.

Friday was another great day at school. I was really excited about the weekend though. At the end of the day I met up with a couple of friends at the sea wall. One of them is helping to run a tour company in the interior and the other is volunteering in Georgetown. As I was waiting for them, I met a lovely guy called Steve. He came out of prison that same day and told me about the rape and violence he had suffered there. Steve was desperate to get to his family down the road but had no money for taxi. Thankfully my friends turned up at this point so I gave him my apologies and shuffled off. When I started to tell my friends this story, they recited the same story of Steve that he had told them the previous week. Cheeky Steve.

Swimming in the sea was awesome. The water is as warm as a bath but sadly not as clean as one. There is a lot of silt of silt in the water due to the huge rivers running through Guyana and pouring all their mud out into the sea. Once we felt like we had got dirty enough, we strolled back up the beach to play boules with coconuts and a piece of coal as the jack.

I went to Aagmans for dinner. I have been dreaming about going to this place since I got here and found out it is the best Indian in town so I was so happy to get the invite to eat there with 3 Indo-Guyanese! We ate a huge meal and shared a few different curries. I ordered Goan fish curry to try to relive India this summer but that was a big mistake. It was a rubbish version. Thankfully nobody else made a bad choice and I had some great food. We even ordered dessert. I had never had a good Indian dessert until that night but finally I have ticked that one off my bucket list. Everyone is saying I am being too enthusiastic about things at the moment but that was the best Indian I have had outside of India.

On Saturday, Javan and I met up with a couple of friends and we randomly decided to drive to Berbice. Berbice is a small town down the coast from Georgetown and on the way to Surinam. We met some of their family and sat on their balcony over-looking the road for a while. I drove us back to Georgetown, which was cool. Guyanese people have a crazy way of driving in the dark. There are no street lights outside of the towns so you have to put your flood lights on. The only problem is that people don’t turn them off so everyone slows down a lot when they pass each other because they can’t see!

By the time we reached back to town it was already dark but there was enough time left to visit some friends at a pool party. Chucking someone in when they are fully clothed is absolutely hilarious.

Indian curry in South America

I think that today I am just about swimming above the surface.

For some reason I didn’t appreciate how much work I would have to put in once I got a teaching job here in Guyana. The past 5 weeks have been a dream. I guess just because it has been great to be back, I have met hundreds of people and the social side of life has been busy. But I had to hit a wall at some point and it felt like I hit it this week. I hadn’t prepared for Monday because my weekend was too full so planning and teaching on Monday was a stress bag. Tuesday felt like exactly the same thing and by the end of yesterday I wanted to drown!

The teaching actually went fine. I was just about able to drag myself through the lessons in such a tired state from staying up the previous nights to plan lessons. For me, tiredness is such a powerful factor in my lessons. It breaks my normally nonchalant demeanour and the students can always sense that I could snap (never have).

But finally, I am here on Wednesday. All my lessons are planned and prepared for the day ahead and I am finding enough time to blog. Even last night wasn’t too bad. I made time to go to the shops, buy ingredients and practice my Keralan fish curry. I don’t know why it didn’t taste as good as when we ate it in Kerala but it was still very tasty.

So what can I do to stay on top next week? I definitely don’t want to be planning for the lessons I have on the same day so I have to make sure they get done at least by the night before. I am going to use a couple of hours on Sunday to get ahead a bit. Anyway, let’s see how the rest of the week goes!

TIREDDDDDD!

Friday was World Teachers Day. Thankfully Guyana takes international celebrations to heart and pulls out all the stops. We had an assembly in the morning where the students said little tributes to their form teachers, which was a bit strange considering I have only been at the school for a month. I worked my ass off for 2 years to get those London kids to like me! School put on a lovely lunch for us; chicken kievs, green rice and chocolate-coated strawberries were on the menu. After school, 2 students from my form class came to give me gifts (this is ridiculous). They gave me a wallet (turns out I didn’t need the one I stole from Debenhams, long story), a personalised mug with a blackboard-style outside and (worryingly) a 33% extra bottle of shower gel. I had quite a tiring and busy week last week so I spent a lot of it looking forward to the weekend but by 3pm on Friday, I didn’t want to leave school. It baffles me to read that sentence back.

 

So before Friday, I was looking forward to the weekend because Javan and I had been invited to go to a farm up the Linden highway. To Georgetown-folk, a farm is like a little retreat. People tend to have a few workers who stay on the farm to keep the place nice and look after their property. They also have a house so it is pretty similar to the idea of a holiday home. Our friend’s farm was just that. The house was really big, surrounded by 500 acres of land and their own creek full of the inky-black/ tango-orange/ tannin-tea water that I seem to crave at the weekends. About 8 of us went from Georgetown so we had a really good party on the Friday night, fueled by a lovely dahl puri and Guyanese curry.

 

On the drive down we ended up getting lost (missed the sand track turn off in the dark) and finding ourselves all the way in Linden. On Saturday, with our new-found sense of direction, we drove back to Linden to a Peace Corps party. Linden was a strange place- it is a small town (2^nd largest in Guyana) mainly based on mining bauxite and sat on the edge of the Demerara river, which eventually winds its way back to the coast at Georgetown. We made a really poor attempt at forming a quiz team and taking part in the Peace Corps’ quiz.

After a while, we headed back to the farm, this time with a few more people; one of whom was carrying a gun in a holster around his leg. Of course, when you get to a farm with a gun, that means target practice. Holding that 9mm glock in my hands was incredibly scary. I was shaking the whole time! After a few miserable shots into the dark, I handed it over to Javan to try his luck. Eventually the shotgun was pulled out and at this point I chickened off!

We awoke the next morning to hundreds of mosquito bites (no net and I forgot repellent!) but we ran down the creek to cool off. That afternoon the group started the drive back to Georgetown. The Linden highway is a straight road that runs right through the middle of Guyana. If you keep going past Linden (for about 20 hours) you get through to beef-country and Brazil. Scattered along the highway are small resorts where you park your car next to a creek, turn the volume up stupidly high and swim, dance and play games. We stopped at one of these creeks and did a bit of all of that for a couple of hours. It always makes me laugh at how beautiful places like this in Guyana are and how unbeautiful Guyanese people can make them. It is taking me a long time to get accustomed to this but I’m slowly appreciating it more.

Javan up a tree

In Georgetown there has been a big event called Guyexpo for the past week. I had the impression that it was a huge range of businesses and entrepreneurs all sharing their ideas and presenting their work at little stands. There was a bit of this but, just like the creek resorts, it was mainly drinking, dancing and partying! I popped over with a friend on Sunday evening to witness the carnage. Both of us were incredibly tired from the weekend so we wandered round the stands until we got annoyed by the crowds and the music. I drove their and back; my first experience of driving in Georgetown. Apart from my inability to drive an automatic, no road markings to show where to stop/go, no signs to show one-way streets and windows so tinted that you had to wind them down to look in the wing mirrors, the drive was fine. I actually really enjoyed it and felt like a G with the tinted windows; really sad, I know.

Back to the grind I went on Monday. Well, kind of...

 

So the 6^th form part of school is in its own building and each lesson I have, I am always late to get there. One the way, I have to pick up a projector, AC remote and whiteboard pen, check that these things work once I am in the classroom then begin a hunt around for whatever the broken item is. I feel like such a moany ass when one of these is not working. I go stomping into the office and try to ask for batteries, a new pen, an extension cable etc. and nobody really knows what is going on.

The strange thing is, I teach all of my normal lessons with a blackboard and piece of chalk but as soon as I get given a resource, I expect it to be there and working all the time. We turn the AC down to 16^oC, which absolutely lush when you first step into the room. The projectors are also really good, you just have to set them up each time you want to use them.

On Tuesday morning, I headed to Eve Leary Training Ground. I arrived to a scene very similar to what I had seen back in July this year at Crystal Palace Ground in London. A big wooden pavilion filled with students wearing one of four colours. My house was Makushi this time round so I was wearing my Makushi-blue t-shirt and standing with my organising sheet for the events. People kept asking what I thought of Guyanese sports day. I could only reply with it being almost the same.

The biggest difference was the speed of the teachers in the teachers’ race. To be fair to the London teachers, I did train for that race and spend the whole previous year dreaming about winning it (I did win it by the way, beat a Jamaican too). This time round I came 3^rd out of five! Sorry team Makushi.

The rest of the day steamed on in a never-ending list of different track events. The poor kids had to run 3K and 5K races in the midday heat! They all did the typical tactic of sprinting the first two laps then walking the rest. Egg and spoon was slotted in just before lunch time. Oh, no, wait; it is the Caribbean so we did the lime and spoon race. The late for school race turned into a fashion parade rather than a race as it didn’t matter how long you took, only how well-dressed you were at the end. One girl took five minutes longer than her rivals and ended up winning it. But the most controversial had to be the bun-eating contest. Each house deliberately selected the fattest members of their house to devour a bun then waddle across the finish line.

By 5pm and 72 events we were finished, tired and I didn’t want to see a track event for the rest of my life! Thankfully the secondary school had a day off today for resting so I only had to teach my A-level students. I am not completely into the swing of teaching A-levels yet. I can get the lessons to go well and the students understand and can do lots of the new stuff by the end. They have trouble completing the exam questions though. I am going to relate each lesson to an exam question on the next units to see if that helps. I am fishing for advice here. Has anyone taught science A-levels and found this issue?