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Accidentally just killed a very nice post, damnit. In short form:

Having difficulty transitioning back to studenthood after teaching kids who were facing drought and famine and other overwhelming issues. To be sitting in a classroom in Canada and talking about petty little things like being interrupted by the P.A. system while teaching is surreal.

Am missing my students in Kenya dreadfully.

I, along with a number of other people who went on the trip, was interviewed by an Ontario magazine on teachers and education about the experience. I think I did well -- I sounded intelligent to my own ears, anyway. Article is due out in the June or July issue.

I have coffee. I really like coffee.

I have a lot of school things due next week. Mind you, I only have three weeks of classes left, plus exams, then one more session of practice teaching before I am a qualified teacher. My goodness, the time has flown!

I remember when I got back from Easter Seals, I was a bit PTSD. Someone would tell me about a problem, and I'd snap, "You think that's a problem? Try dressing yourself when you can only use your mouth and three fingers."

So, hugs. You deserve them.

I keep having to bite back comments when people talk about how difficult things were. And, even worse, I feel like I can't really talk about my own experience at all when we have class dicussions about our last practicum, because no matter what I say, it sounds like I'm trying to one-up them, when I'm really not. I just want to talk about what happened, damn it!

*frustration face*

Thank you for the hugs, darling. They are much appreciated!