Finally positive blog!
I am in my fifth week here and I feel like I am going non-stop. We are in our ‘summer program,’ which for the past four weeks is what we’ve been scrambling to put together. I was nervous because I felt ill prepared and everybody was streesin’ and on-edge. But Monday came and my kids are amazing! They are so sweet. I seriously want to adopt them. I could not ask for a better group of kids. I have a couple of 11 year olds and some 14 year olds. It is interesting to see the different level of maturity all in the same class. I also have an awesome co-teacher, Joy Teacher. She is seven months pregnant and literally the quintessential image of a gracious, steady woman. And she is so cute being all seven months pregnant and Asian. Anyway, her class is a lot of fun too (but not as cool as mine…). We are doing a class drama and Joy Teacher and I chose ‘Sleeping Beauty.’ I honestly don’t remember ever seeing the movie but I thought our script was a little lame so I talked Joy into turning it into a comedy. We have a fat 14 year-old-guy playing the beautiful Princess. It is amazing how cooperative the kids are here. And the kids are so respectful. It is embarrassing how rude and insolent the majority of kids in the States are, even the ‘good’ kids. This week has been exhausting but rewarding. I’ve been told that one month in is when it is hard to be abroad but I am finally feeling affirmed in my decision to come here.
Also the kids here are so sweet and cute. I want at least… two Asian kids when I am older. I think adoption is a beautiful testament of love and humanity. Too bad I foresee being poor the rest of my life. I also think it would be cool to raise your family in different countries around the world. But maybe not cool for the kids, I know how bad it sucks having to move.
Also, two weekends ago I actually had a weekend off and I got to go to Busan with some people I work with. It is on the southern coast of Korea. It was such a cool city. I had a great time and it was refreshing just to get away. We were eating /drinking one night and since I wasn’t drinking that was the topic of conversation for a while. And one of the guys accusingly asked me, “You don’t drink, you don’t smoke, what do you like to do?”
And so I’ve been thinking of things that I truly love to do. Here are a select few:
1. Lying down with Miss and Baby. Just taking maps with or watching TV with my Miss against my leg mages me physically feel love in my heart.
2. Being at camp. God truly has a presence at my camp. As I drive through the gate, I can feel my body loosen up. I feel a supernatural peace absorb my worries and stresses.
3. Praying with Evan. I don’t’ know why but it focuses me and I feel more sincere.
4. Driving around with Jason at camp. We could be driving to build a camp fire, screw in a light bulb that a girl counselor couldn’t figure out, or going into town to get a Route 44 sweet-tea from Sonic during happy hour. Jason makes me feel more useful and when we are driving around, even if we aren’t going anywhere, I feel like I have a purpose.
5. REBA concerts. I am not being silly, REBA concerts give me so much encouragement. Back home, I felt like I worked and just gave-and-gave of myself with little in return. I would put so much of myself into my work and the kids would just piss on it. But when my REBA goes to work, her performance brings joy and temporal deliverance to thousands of people. That is her job, to make people love her!
6. I also love watching the black guy sing at Austin Stone. Sometimes watching him interfered with my worship because I would be enamored with his amazing voice and passion.
I am sure there are other things I like to do but those are what I thought of now…
In .love.
Jp
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Goals, Lists, No Checks.
The weekend before I came to Korea I ate lunch with my grandparent’s in Fredericksburg. They have been encouraging and supportive regarding my decision to come to Korea. But my grandpa asked me what my goal was in going to Korea. Surprisingly, I didn’t have a ‘goal.’ Well, if I did, it wasn’t well thought out.
This was my mindset:
1. I have no family of my own (besides Miss Berkley and her brother and My REBA).
2. I had few bills and ‘relatively’ little debt. (I am sure my definition of ‘relative’ differs then more financially stable people).
3. And even though I love Hardin (the kids, my department and co-workers…), I knew that if I had stayed there one more year I would have gotten stir-crazy.
I had the opportunity and desire to come here and so I did. But what was my goal. After my lunch with my grandparents I tried to think of some goals. All I came up with were:
1. Professional Development (whatever the stink that meant at the time?)
2. To learn a little Korea.
Both of those goals have fallen at the waist side. I think the only ‘professional development’ I will learn is how to not care as much. It really is a freeing lesson. I may also learn how to not be so snappy at my bosses. Even though I never had an issue with Tam (my principal from Hardin), Mandy Keys got to me sometimes and as her subordinate (as she often reminded me… “Just J.K.ing”) I probably did not respond maturely or professionally towards her. Here I have been a little snappish or dare I say, “toss, toss-ish” and that might not be wise. If I get fired, I have to go home. My visa is tied to the job. So I am trying to just chill-ax about ‘the Korean way’ and go with the flow.
Anyway, I am at my four-week mark and I am trying to come up with newer, more realistic goals.
1. Be less dependent on the other foreigners. I am scared to go places without them. Though now I am confident to ride the subway by myself and go to some restaurants by myself. (If the menu has pictures). But I can’t talk to people or haggle prices. I don’t even know Korean numbers.
2. Learn some Korea. I am so naïve and arrogant. I thought that I would be able to come here and actually become fluent in Korean. I mean, I will be here a year. I am no longer so optimistic. Some of the other foreigners I work with have been here years and cant read or speak much Korean.
I have learned some phrases like, “Thank you.” and “Hello” (with and without respect) and “Rice?” and Nora bong which is a singing bar. –That was actually the first word I learned.
3. Make Korean friends. Speaking a different language is a huge barrier between potential friends. I like the other foreigners I work with but I want Korean friends. I foresee myself getting comfortably stuck in my ‘foreign circle.’ It is so easy to gravitate towards foreigners because you can talk with them.
It is so weird. I will be on the subway or walking on the street and I’ll see a foreigner and feel like I have to talk with them. In the States, I nonchalantly pass thousands of people and have no desire or inspiration to talk with them. Here my eyes perk up with I see non-Koreans as if they are already acquaintances. I have tried to be friendly with the Korean teachers at my work but I think they just think I’m weird. And they always start conversations in English then start speaking Korean to me…
4. Build fellowship. I thought living in Hardin was hard without ‘fellowship.’ (And by that I mean friends like I had at camp or college. I like to think of ‘fellowship’ as people ‘to do life with.’). I found an English church but it is in Seoul and that is about two hours away on the subway. This past week I asked two Korean guys to do a Bible study together. It have a horrible habit of making normal social conversation awkward so when I asked one of the guys to do the Bible study in my mind it sounded like I was asking him out. And the other guy can’t read English too well so he wasn’t sure… Whatev.
So those are my goals now. I think they are aight.
Before I go I want to share a funny story (well, funny to me):
In my office we have a bunch of little cubical of teachers, both Korean and foreign. And Park is our coordinator. He is the one who schedules us and tells us of all the last-minute changes to our existing schedule (it is hard to be passive-aggressive in text…). Anyway, Park is the middle-man between the administration and the teachers. An awful position to be in. Park is one of the guys I’ve been snappish with. I really like him and think he does a good job with what he is given but sometimes he will spring stuff on me last minute and it just unnerves me. Last he told me that I would be a ‘sub’ this week. Which has been really good because I’ve just gotten to help a lot of different classes and teachers and learn how to teach some of our different classes. So it has been productive. This morning Park was stressed about something and didn’t really know what to do with me (in regards to the schedule). So I told him to give me the master schedule and I would schedule classes for myself to go sub. That obviously helped him out because he kept saying, “Justin you are in my side. You are in my side.” A common prepositional mistake but because I’ve been noticeable perturbed about the surprise, last minute scheduling I thought it more appropriate for him to say, “Justin, you are a thorn in his side.”
Now that I wrote all that I realize it wasn’t very funny.
In .love.
Jp
This was my mindset:
1. I have no family of my own (besides Miss Berkley and her brother and My REBA).
2. I had few bills and ‘relatively’ little debt. (I am sure my definition of ‘relative’ differs then more financially stable people).
3. And even though I love Hardin (the kids, my department and co-workers…), I knew that if I had stayed there one more year I would have gotten stir-crazy.
I had the opportunity and desire to come here and so I did. But what was my goal. After my lunch with my grandparents I tried to think of some goals. All I came up with were:
1. Professional Development (whatever the stink that meant at the time?)
2. To learn a little Korea.
Both of those goals have fallen at the waist side. I think the only ‘professional development’ I will learn is how to not care as much. It really is a freeing lesson. I may also learn how to not be so snappy at my bosses. Even though I never had an issue with Tam (my principal from Hardin), Mandy Keys got to me sometimes and as her subordinate (as she often reminded me… “Just J.K.ing”) I probably did not respond maturely or professionally towards her. Here I have been a little snappish or dare I say, “toss, toss-ish” and that might not be wise. If I get fired, I have to go home. My visa is tied to the job. So I am trying to just chill-ax about ‘the Korean way’ and go with the flow.
Anyway, I am at my four-week mark and I am trying to come up with newer, more realistic goals.
1. Be less dependent on the other foreigners. I am scared to go places without them. Though now I am confident to ride the subway by myself and go to some restaurants by myself. (If the menu has pictures). But I can’t talk to people or haggle prices. I don’t even know Korean numbers.
2. Learn some Korea. I am so naïve and arrogant. I thought that I would be able to come here and actually become fluent in Korean. I mean, I will be here a year. I am no longer so optimistic. Some of the other foreigners I work with have been here years and cant read or speak much Korean.
I have learned some phrases like, “Thank you.” and “Hello” (with and without respect) and “Rice?” and Nora bong which is a singing bar. –That was actually the first word I learned.
3. Make Korean friends. Speaking a different language is a huge barrier between potential friends. I like the other foreigners I work with but I want Korean friends. I foresee myself getting comfortably stuck in my ‘foreign circle.’ It is so easy to gravitate towards foreigners because you can talk with them.
It is so weird. I will be on the subway or walking on the street and I’ll see a foreigner and feel like I have to talk with them. In the States, I nonchalantly pass thousands of people and have no desire or inspiration to talk with them. Here my eyes perk up with I see non-Koreans as if they are already acquaintances. I have tried to be friendly with the Korean teachers at my work but I think they just think I’m weird. And they always start conversations in English then start speaking Korean to me…
4. Build fellowship. I thought living in Hardin was hard without ‘fellowship.’ (And by that I mean friends like I had at camp or college. I like to think of ‘fellowship’ as people ‘to do life with.’). I found an English church but it is in Seoul and that is about two hours away on the subway. This past week I asked two Korean guys to do a Bible study together. It have a horrible habit of making normal social conversation awkward so when I asked one of the guys to do the Bible study in my mind it sounded like I was asking him out. And the other guy can’t read English too well so he wasn’t sure… Whatev.
So those are my goals now. I think they are aight.
Before I go I want to share a funny story (well, funny to me):
In my office we have a bunch of little cubical of teachers, both Korean and foreign. And Park is our coordinator. He is the one who schedules us and tells us of all the last-minute changes to our existing schedule (it is hard to be passive-aggressive in text…). Anyway, Park is the middle-man between the administration and the teachers. An awful position to be in. Park is one of the guys I’ve been snappish with. I really like him and think he does a good job with what he is given but sometimes he will spring stuff on me last minute and it just unnerves me. Last he told me that I would be a ‘sub’ this week. Which has been really good because I’ve just gotten to help a lot of different classes and teachers and learn how to teach some of our different classes. So it has been productive. This morning Park was stressed about something and didn’t really know what to do with me (in regards to the schedule). So I told him to give me the master schedule and I would schedule classes for myself to go sub. That obviously helped him out because he kept saying, “Justin you are in my side. You are in my side.” A common prepositional mistake but because I’ve been noticeable perturbed about the surprise, last minute scheduling I thought it more appropriate for him to say, “Justin, you are a thorn in his side.”
Now that I wrote all that I realize it wasn’t very funny.
In .love.
Jp
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Biggest frustration thus far.
It isn’t healthy to compare teaching in Korea to my job teaching in the States but it is difficult not to. Hardin by no means was flawless and there always seemed to be… something to complain about but I don’t ever remember feeling like I was being taken advantage of. (I just ended two sentences with prepositions… My mom would be disappointed. Good thing she aint here or have internet…) Anyway, the hardest part about being here has been acclimated to being treated so poorly by my bosses. I think it may be a ‘Korean thing’ to expect me to be at the school 12 hours a day and work weekends however, I am not that culturally sensitive. It seems unconscionable to me that an employer would ask an employee to work more then the contracted time and not compensate them. What angers me more though is how my administration will try to guilt us (the Foreign teachers) into their indentured service. They maintain that if we truly cared about the kids and ‘if our hearts were in it’ we would be willing to sacrifice the extra time. Screw that. And what predominantly offends and infuriates me is that all of my bosses in administration are Christians. If you claim to be a follower of Christ by no means are you perfect, myself being the prime example. But I don’t understand how followers of Christ can treat people so poorly. I am embarrassed to claim the same faith. I do not mean to insinuate that I am the best, or even a good representation of my gracious, loving, consistent Father. But I feel guilty when I don’t do ‘right.’ I want to be here and I want it to work but that brazen American pride is making it hard to tolerate my management. I have decided not to quit. That would be too easy. But I will not be taken either. So if you see me back in my beloved State, it is because I was fired.
I genuinely desire to have share interesting, unique stories and adventures with y’all but the repetition of going to work, getting frustrated coming home to read and sleep hasn’t been significant enough to merit.
So I will look for the little stories…
Oh, and if I do die over here I can guarantee it is because I was in a shuttle van accident wither to or from work. Our drivers have to worst road-rage I have ever witnessed. I am not exaggerating by any stretch of the imagination. Actually I wish I were lying. But we almost hit something daily. And this morning our driver was going over 120 miles per hour. And that wasn’t kilometers! I know we will eventually get in an accident. I just hope we don’t end up in water. I think swimming out of a car wreck would be difficult and uncomfortable. And I don’t like to get my ears underwater.
In .love.
Jp
I genuinely desire to have share interesting, unique stories and adventures with y’all but the repetition of going to work, getting frustrated coming home to read and sleep hasn’t been significant enough to merit.
So I will look for the little stories…
Oh, and if I do die over here I can guarantee it is because I was in a shuttle van accident wither to or from work. Our drivers have to worst road-rage I have ever witnessed. I am not exaggerating by any stretch of the imagination. Actually I wish I were lying. But we almost hit something daily. And this morning our driver was going over 120 miles per hour. And that wasn’t kilometers! I know we will eventually get in an accident. I just hope we don’t end up in water. I think swimming out of a car wreck would be difficult and uncomfortable. And I don’t like to get my ears underwater.
In .love.
Jp
Three Week Mark
Blogging is weird. I journal a lot but when I journal, it is as if I am writing a letter to God. Actually writing allows me to just stop, slow down, and talk with God. And naturally I only talk about myself… I can’t approach blogging with the same mindset of journaling because other people (and by that, I mean Mrs. Keys…) will read my blog. So I have to filter myself. And that is difficult. I don’t know how to properly filter myself in conversation. Much less, in an anonymous blog.
Parts of me only want to talk about the positives of leaving the State I’ve now come to represent, walking out on a job/community I reluctantly came to love dearly, and abandoning my spiritually refreshing Camp Peniel (that is “Camp Penis” if you add the lisps…) for a new ‘challenge’ and ‘adventure’ (Practiced responses I repeated when people asked me why I was moving to the other side of the world.) And I partly want to protect those who worry (ie VaLa, my REBA, and Aunt Net) because I don’t want to admit I may have made a mistake in moving here. But honestly, I don’t think I have. So La REBA, it is hard but I’ve waited while you pursued your music career. It’s your turn to wait…
I am now at the three week mark. (So does that mean there are 48 more weeks to go…) And I feel like I have been here longer. As if this has been my life for a while. I am out of the adjustment phase. That by no means, I am ‘well adjusted’ to being here.
Example:
This past Saturday we had to go to work for three hours of classes. We were all a little perturbed about having to work in the middle of the day on our weekend. So after we got off I went into Seoul with my co-foreign teacher creatively nick-named ‘Canada.’ (Guess where she is from?) Anyway, we didn’t have to work on Sunday so ‘Canada’ was going to stay the night in Seoul but I didn’t want to because it was already past 7:30 and I was falling asleep on the subway into Seoul. I ended up going to a English-type bar in Itaewon (the ‘designated foreigner’s section of Seoul). Since I am socially retarded, and I don’t smoke or drink I was a little out of my element. And usually I am uber cool and smooth in any and all social situations but at the bar I felt like the only conversation I could initiate would be about the weather…
Anyway, since I wanted to go home I have to catch the subway before I missed the last train. I live on the last stop of the line 4 train. I managed to transfer and find my subway all by myself and I was feeling a little proud of myself. That was until the train just stopped. And I was about 15 stops from my house. I’ve only managed to fortuitously learn ‘thank you’ in Korean so needless to say my explanation to the train conductor that I needed to go to Oido proves to be fruitless. Unsure of what to do (and still without a cell phone) I figured I would just bit the bullet and get a taxi. Sadly, I didn’t know (and still don’t know) what city I live in. Luckily, I had been carrying some mail that was left at my apartment. Unfortunately I gave that to the people at my work. So I was stuck. All I could tell the taxi driver was, “Oido station?” To make a long, embarrassing story short, 45 minutes and 500,000 WON (about $50) later I was home. The next day when I told the foreigners my helpless story, Rich yelled at ‘Canada’ (Shanna), “You let him go by himself!?!”
So, if you were wondering, I am just as helpless and dependent as I’ve always been. (Shout out to Mrs. Keys, Ms. Croft… the entire staff at Hardin High School…)
In .love.
Jp
Parts of me only want to talk about the positives of leaving the State I’ve now come to represent, walking out on a job/community I reluctantly came to love dearly, and abandoning my spiritually refreshing Camp Peniel (that is “Camp Penis” if you add the lisps…) for a new ‘challenge’ and ‘adventure’ (Practiced responses I repeated when people asked me why I was moving to the other side of the world.) And I partly want to protect those who worry (ie VaLa, my REBA, and Aunt Net) because I don’t want to admit I may have made a mistake in moving here. But honestly, I don’t think I have. So La REBA, it is hard but I’ve waited while you pursued your music career. It’s your turn to wait…
I am now at the three week mark. (So does that mean there are 48 more weeks to go…) And I feel like I have been here longer. As if this has been my life for a while. I am out of the adjustment phase. That by no means, I am ‘well adjusted’ to being here.
Example:
This past Saturday we had to go to work for three hours of classes. We were all a little perturbed about having to work in the middle of the day on our weekend. So after we got off I went into Seoul with my co-foreign teacher creatively nick-named ‘Canada.’ (Guess where she is from?) Anyway, we didn’t have to work on Sunday so ‘Canada’ was going to stay the night in Seoul but I didn’t want to because it was already past 7:30 and I was falling asleep on the subway into Seoul. I ended up going to a English-type bar in Itaewon (the ‘designated foreigner’s section of Seoul). Since I am socially retarded, and I don’t smoke or drink I was a little out of my element. And usually I am uber cool and smooth in any and all social situations but at the bar I felt like the only conversation I could initiate would be about the weather…
Anyway, since I wanted to go home I have to catch the subway before I missed the last train. I live on the last stop of the line 4 train. I managed to transfer and find my subway all by myself and I was feeling a little proud of myself. That was until the train just stopped. And I was about 15 stops from my house. I’ve only managed to fortuitously learn ‘thank you’ in Korean so needless to say my explanation to the train conductor that I needed to go to Oido proves to be fruitless. Unsure of what to do (and still without a cell phone) I figured I would just bit the bullet and get a taxi. Sadly, I didn’t know (and still don’t know) what city I live in. Luckily, I had been carrying some mail that was left at my apartment. Unfortunately I gave that to the people at my work. So I was stuck. All I could tell the taxi driver was, “Oido station?” To make a long, embarrassing story short, 45 minutes and 500,000 WON (about $50) later I was home. The next day when I told the foreigners my helpless story, Rich yelled at ‘Canada’ (Shanna), “You let him go by himself!?!”
So, if you were wondering, I am just as helpless and dependent as I’ve always been. (Shout out to Mrs. Keys, Ms. Croft… the entire staff at Hardin High School…)
In .love.
Jp
Thursday, July 8, 2010
This is for Mandy Keys
I feel vain and self-absorbed thinking anyone would want to read anything I write but I’ve had a few people ask me to set this blog thing up so I will try do it.
I am in South Korea and have signed a year-long contract to teach at a sort-of “English camp.” I made the decision over a year ago to pursue teaching abroad and through the help and encouragement of some friends I am here now. The application and legal hoops I was forced to hurdle were exhausting and stressful. I had made the decision to commit to a year long before I processed the emotional toll I would be subjected to. I wanted to go but it was hard to leave. Much harder then I would have liked. I try to read into signs and the getting over here process was anything but smooth. I feel like if you are pursuing the desires of your heart that the Lord will mold your heart to do what He wants from you. I had the desire to live and teach abroad. So, I figured if God did not want that from me, He would let me know. But I have never been great at hearing, interpreting, or understanding God. I’ve asked to given a direct phone line like in the old Batman television series where Commissioner Gordon could ring Batman on his red phone with the red blinking light. I wanted that red phone with God on the other end of the line. Well, I don’t have a florescent red phone so He is trusting me to use my judgment…
Anyway, the application/interview/Visa process was so stressful and trying I was starting to believe that God was whispering for me to stop. Or maybe it was just a test? Or persecution from the Devil? My traded mind is always trying to confuse me. I finally got my Visa on a Tuesday and flew out of DFW on the following Monday. The flight over wasn’t as bad as I was anticipating. I got a seat by the emergency escape which meant I had a lot of leg room so that was nice. I think I watched four movies on the way from San Francisco to Inchon.
Day one: Needless to say I was a little overwhelmed. The foreign teacher coordinator at the camp picked me up and dropped me off at my apartment. He seemed to be in a rush as if he were in a hurry to watch one of the many awful Korean comedy shows that run 24/7. He also showed me where to meet the shuttle van that picks us up to take us on our 40 minute commute to school. I was so paranoid I would oversleep, miss the van, make a bad impression, get fired, be forced to go back home, and have everyone think I couldn’t handle it… that I kept waking up every 30 minutes or so. When I actually got ready to leave it was raining and I couldn’t remember where the bus stop was. So I stood in the rain just hoping to see another white person. I actually did and they ended up working at my school. So that worked out. The first day at work was odd. Everybody else knew what they were doing and I was just… there.
The entire first week I find hard to remember I just recall being so tired all the time.
I do miss people and Camp Peniel but I don’t think I am homesick. I struggle the most at night. I have been dreaming about my empty classroom at Hardin, walking up-and-down ‘camp road’, American food, and the most random people. I have dreamt about people I never even talked to like Melcher Rockwood and Sayers Arnecke. And if you do not know who those people are, don’t work, neither do I.
That is all for now.
I do miss some of you and it still hasn’t processed that I wont see you for a year.
In .love.
Jp
I am in South Korea and have signed a year-long contract to teach at a sort-of “English camp.” I made the decision over a year ago to pursue teaching abroad and through the help and encouragement of some friends I am here now. The application and legal hoops I was forced to hurdle were exhausting and stressful. I had made the decision to commit to a year long before I processed the emotional toll I would be subjected to. I wanted to go but it was hard to leave. Much harder then I would have liked. I try to read into signs and the getting over here process was anything but smooth. I feel like if you are pursuing the desires of your heart that the Lord will mold your heart to do what He wants from you. I had the desire to live and teach abroad. So, I figured if God did not want that from me, He would let me know. But I have never been great at hearing, interpreting, or understanding God. I’ve asked to given a direct phone line like in the old Batman television series where Commissioner Gordon could ring Batman on his red phone with the red blinking light. I wanted that red phone with God on the other end of the line. Well, I don’t have a florescent red phone so He is trusting me to use my judgment…
Anyway, the application/interview/Visa process was so stressful and trying I was starting to believe that God was whispering for me to stop. Or maybe it was just a test? Or persecution from the Devil? My traded mind is always trying to confuse me. I finally got my Visa on a Tuesday and flew out of DFW on the following Monday. The flight over wasn’t as bad as I was anticipating. I got a seat by the emergency escape which meant I had a lot of leg room so that was nice. I think I watched four movies on the way from San Francisco to Inchon.
Day one: Needless to say I was a little overwhelmed. The foreign teacher coordinator at the camp picked me up and dropped me off at my apartment. He seemed to be in a rush as if he were in a hurry to watch one of the many awful Korean comedy shows that run 24/7. He also showed me where to meet the shuttle van that picks us up to take us on our 40 minute commute to school. I was so paranoid I would oversleep, miss the van, make a bad impression, get fired, be forced to go back home, and have everyone think I couldn’t handle it… that I kept waking up every 30 minutes or so. When I actually got ready to leave it was raining and I couldn’t remember where the bus stop was. So I stood in the rain just hoping to see another white person. I actually did and they ended up working at my school. So that worked out. The first day at work was odd. Everybody else knew what they were doing and I was just… there.
The entire first week I find hard to remember I just recall being so tired all the time.
I do miss people and Camp Peniel but I don’t think I am homesick. I struggle the most at night. I have been dreaming about my empty classroom at Hardin, walking up-and-down ‘camp road’, American food, and the most random people. I have dreamt about people I never even talked to like Melcher Rockwood and Sayers Arnecke. And if you do not know who those people are, don’t work, neither do I.
That is all for now.
I do miss some of you and it still hasn’t processed that I wont see you for a year.
In .love.
Jp
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