There are only 17 days left of school. I can’t believe how quickly this year has gone by. This month is probably going to be more hectic and ridiculous than all of the others combined. We have standardized tests, music festival/Samoan Day, teacher appreciation week, finals, junior and senior proms, a banquet for 8th grade, and graduation to look forward to in the coming weeks, on top of all the WT stuff we’ve got to do (hand-over letters, end-of-service conference, and all the TEFL stuff in the world). Sometimes I feel busier and more exhausted than I’ve ever been, but other times I think to myself, “Hey, remember college?” At least I don’t have any papers due.
I should be enjoying this last month, I know. I should be looking back fondly on the friendships that have blossomed, the sunsets, the snorkeling, the students. All that. But, at least right now, the thought of leaving isn’t as bitter sweet as you might think.
It’s just plain sweet.
Sure there are things I’ll miss about this place, but right now I can’t really think about them. I mean, I’m hungry. I want to eat fresh fruit, real cheese, and an honest-to-goodness burrito. I want an iced coffee. I’m tired of shaking my sheets every night and checking the toilet bowl for spiders and being afraid of my shower and cleaning termite poop off the kitchen counters.
I haven’t really had any homesickness this year so I guess it’s all hitting me at once now that we’re in the final stretch. I am so excited to get home and see everyone. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to sitting down for a meal or a game of Catan at my in-laws, to holding my nephew and frieneice for the first time, to attending an English language church. Just the simple things.
While the Beard and I hope to return to Manu’a to teach next year, we haven’t received any information on our contracts yet. Everything runs on island time and even seemingly important things aren’t handled with urgency, so we’re just waiting it out. Pray for us? The closer we get to the end of the year (and signing those contracts) the more uncertain the future seems. It’s not a bad thing at all; I mean, at this point we have more choice in what we’ll do next than we’ve ever had before. We’re just praying that we make the right decisions for the right reasons.
A lot has happened since my last post but I’ll have to tell you about all that another time. Pics to follow. In the meantime, consider this: we’re flying out of here in 32 days. What do you want to do when we get home? (It has to involve food. For real, ya’ll, I’m hungry.)