I’ve become aware I tend to write about how nice and enjoyable life is over here. However, I must do this blog some justice and express some of the hard times.
- Last Thursday, I made a student cry. It was the first time this has happened. Watching her cry, I was extremely tempted to apologize and tell her “No, no don’t worry. It’s okay to kick people.” I didn’t want to discipline her but what child/student actually believes that. Future warning: I’m going to be the biggest pushover of a parent.
- Mosquitoes: I’ve done some mental math and have calculated that by the time I leave here, I will have endured over 3,000 bites from various insects. Three times in the last week I have woken up in the middle of the night because mysterious insects were biting my body! The positive: I never am lonely right?
- Biking to vespers last week, I saw something that has been ingrained in my head these last few days. As I was crossing the intersection, I saw out of the corner of my eye a group of people surrounding a young man. His body was lifeless lying in the middle of the road. He had clearly been in a motorcycle accident and hadn’t been wearing a helmet. I know these things happen daily but this was the first time I had witnessed something like this..
These frustrating and even saddening events combined with the frequent times I miss everyone back home combined with the times I ask myself “What am I doing here” makes for some tough times. Most nights I dream about being home enjoying life. It’s weird but I can’t tell you how happy and thankful I am to wake up and realize I’m still in Cambodia (except for the times when I wake up cause of mosquitoes… those times I’m not real happy or thankful).