Goodbye Magulilwa!

I cannot believe it's over! I'm really excited to come home, but the last days at school were amazing. I feel like I took a million pictures of the students, but I know when I get home it won't seem like that many.

On Monday night, they threw us a little party in which the (new) headmaster made a speech about us (nice, but weird since he was only with us for like 2 weeks) and then the students did a bunch of entertainment stuff. Some choirs sang, some performed skits and we were asked to give a "short speech" to them. Emily went first, and so she covered most of the bases, and I thought I was in danger of tearing up so, all I managed to say was (in Swahili) "I don't have much to say, but I'm happy to see you all, and don't laugh at me if I cry later." At which point they all laughed.

This whole week, every chance we got was spent talking to students. My Form Is were full of questions about the US (I showed them pictures I took last December of the snow. They were shocked. "Teacher, if you go outside, will you die?") and my flight home, and when I would come back. I told them maybe I'd make it back when they were in Form IV, when they had all grown tall.

With our Form III students, it was all jokes as usual. I'm going to miss the Form IIIs and a few Form IVs the most because of that. We have more of a relationship outside of class probably just because we've been with them so long. It's hard to think that I once hated that class so much. (They were certainly dodgers right up to the end, but some of them got better). We just finally found our groove with them in our teaching this term (thanks to the boys wearing skirts essay in part), and that just made everything easier. I'm going to miss them so much.

But! I'm still happy to be coming home. I'm sure that education will forever be in my future in some capacity, so I'm excited to explore my potential locally as well. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you all soon!