My accommodations

I was overwhelmed my first night at the hospitality of my Indian hosts. My suite is on the ground floor and has no windows to the outside (which although gloomy, is definitely a good idea as my presence would attract a lot of gawkers). I have a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a fourth room that has a nice chair, a desk, my foodstuffs and a fridge. There is some kind of cooler in my bedroom, which works reasonably well as long as it is not too humid, as well as a brand new PC and a printer. They set up a mosquito net for me on my bed and keep my larder well-stocked with filtered water and a strange array of American food. When I arrived, I found frozen corn, peas, French fries and vegetable lasagna (but not in the freezer); milk, orange juice, mayo, green olives, strawberry jam, white bread, eggs, processed cheese, and assorted vegetables; cans of tuna and baked beans, packages of soup, vegetable crackers, cookies, two bottles of ketchup, and Corn Flakes; and rice, sugar, salt, assorted Indian spices, potatoes and red onions.
Right outside my rooms is a dormitory, and this whole floor used to be a garden area for the students to have recess. As the school grows each year they are taking over more and more space. There are plans to build in a new location within the next three years when funds are raised. The contrast between my suite and the students’ living conditions is hard to handle sometimes, but I have had to get used to being treated differently. The guards insist on standing EVERY time I walk past, even though I have repeatedly asked them not to and I probably pass them 30 times in a given day. If I walk into the dormitory while students are watching the one TV, they immediately change it to an English channel. I must be given the best chair, the best food, the best view, in short, I am treated like royalty. I appreciate the effort, but I walk around feeling guilty most of the day. The flip side is that the students treat me like a celebrity, and I just eat that up. 
There is one other female who lives at the school full-time, and I’m not really sure what her exact position is. She’s kind of like a house mother, but she also teaches cursive and drawing to the kindergarten students, and she operates the library and dispensary for school supplies. Her name is Poonam, and she is 22. She is finishing her college degree while she works at the school, and she latched onto me immediately. She is very lonely here most of the time, and she is so excited to have both a friend and an opportunity to practice English. She is curious about everything I do and every part of my life in the U.S. I have had to establish boundaries with her, but I do enjoy her company.