Lately I’ve been remembering my summer promises of frequent blog posts and photos and thinking “man, that was silly.” Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long!
School is exhausting. Right now I’m teaching four literature courses, journalism, and speech and drama, plus a study skills tutorial twice a week. And I do not have a prep period. It’s go go go from 7:45-2:30. All the grading and planning and staff meetings and students coming to you with all of their issues and concerns… it’s all so very… wonderful. It wears ya out, but teaching is also the first job I can even remember having that I can say this about: I don’t hate it. Not even on the crappiest days. Probably because I get to talk about grammar and books all day. And mark all kinds of papers up with a red pen and make puns for my own amusement. No seriously. You guys. I’m such a cliche. If it were just slightly cooler here I’d probably wear the long woolen skirt and sweater with a cat on it. I love teaching English.
Wes and I started playing ultimate frisbee in the village. The first couple of times we tried to play we were competing with volleyball, so we got a lot of curious onlookers but not many players. Our first two games were made up primarily of 1st and 2nd graders. Slowly but surely the older kid started playing and it has turned in to such a hit. The first time we played at night with the light-up was incredible; the kids were freaking out over the disc. I can’t even express how much I love playing with the kids in the village. They want to play ALL THE TIME and it doesn’t matter how many people we have; one night I even played a 2-on-2 game.
Things are going really well and I’m so happy we came back. The other day I was sitting in the front yard doing my feaus (chores–in this case, pulling weeds), and I was just overwhelmed that I live here. It’s like we stumbled onto some crazy secret that surely nobody else knows about or everyone would be doing this. I mean, really. I’m doing something I love, making a difference, and being rewarded every day with an ocean view and a growing savings account. The only word I can think of to describe how I feel about this is just another great big cliche: amazed. I know it’s cheesy and trite but I mean it. Out of all the people in the entire world, somehow I get to be the one who is here, doing this. It really humbles ya.
And this link is to a dropbox folder containing a fantastic video from the Mr and Ms Segaula pageant last year. (It’s the This kind of sums up the high school boys here. They may look like fully grown men by the age of 15, but they are still willing to come up with and perform a dance routine to a pop song. Love it.