Life

Time has passed so quickly as it always does whether on vacation, at work or just simply on alladays. My trip is half over already and most days it feels like it has only just begun. I fear that before I know it I will be on that disgustingly long travel home again. Although I still have no idea what I want to do when I get back I know this trip has already given me the rejuvenation and change of heart, mind and spirit to put the puzzle back together again. I don’t feel as though my life planning is looming over my head but I do think about it constantly.

I’ve liked the routine here and the feeling of being so useful. At times, yes, I’ve thought I may never want to go back to western civilization but there are pros and cons to everything everywhere. At the end of the day home is home. I am grateful for the opportunities that are at arms reach.

There are many similarities between my mom and myself but I never would have thought that teaching would be one of them. I am told daily that I should go home and become a high school teacher or college professor. They don’t know me very well, do they? But they are right about one thing; I absolutely delight in educating my older students and adults. I enjoy the innocents and playfulness of the children but it feels as though there is always a limit to what you can teach them and how much you can communicate. For my Edson’s class the possibilities are endless. The passion to give them a better future is there for both them and me. After this experience, I finally understand the love for teaching. But don’t get any ideas, I’m still not convinced that I’m teacher material, I’ve just been given the gift of awesome students.