a day in the life of the director leads to our most embarrassing moments . . . so far

The first day of school we are asked to come at 7:45 am for the flag raising ceremony. Brian and I arrive there standing quietly in the back as they sing the national anthem and say a couple of prayers. Then a few teachers go up and speak. Clearly we understand none of this so we stand in there smiling wondering what the day is going to bring, when we suddenly hear our names and realize one of the English teachers is talking about us (to this day we don't know what was said, but there was a lot of laughing). They are then ushering us up there and ask us to introduce ourselves. I went first and it should come as no surprise to anyone (especially you dad), but I spoke to fast and had to introduce myself again. Needless to say, Brigid is not a name that flows off of the Thai tongue. Brian went next and after seeing my mistake spoke really slowly and no one had any problem with his name. We have now been here two weeks and the students still call Brian "Brian" and me just "teacher." However, this does not come close to our embarrassing moments.
After the flag ceremony the director of our school really wanted to talk to us and show us the primary school that we will be teaching at on Fridays. We piled into his truck and were on our way. At the primary school we were greeted once again with many shouts of Hello and "my name is." The kids were so enthusiastic that we were instantly excited to teach there. We were then sent into the office of the primary school director. There we sat and talked for a bit, took a tour of thew school and had lunch. We then came back to the directors office (who still had not shown up. People seem to go away for long periods of time without explanation here. It is very odd) to chat some more. I decided to use the rest room and to my delight it was an actual toilet. We had been using little holes in the ground until then and pretty much since then. I came out and told Brian who was so thrilled that he decided to use it to and so Brian's story begins . . .