I had a lazy morning yesterday. On Saturday’s I don’t go with the school bus route; it leaves at 6:00 in the morning and I’m not up for that just yet. Normally Abby and I leave for school around 6:30, leaving at 7:50 was a nice change for once. At school I had a messy day.
GSB kids weren’t supposed to come yesterday, we had told most of them to stay home. But, I think some tricked their parents into letting them come—they like to play football, computer games and music with their friends on the kind of free-for-all day. Because of this, none of the other GSB teachers showed up to school and I was left alone handling them, which would have been fine if Pius didn’t want me teaching his lessons.
Everything worked out in the end, though. The GSB kiddos played in the morning sun while I dealt with the English classes. Thankfully it started raining after I had finished the lessons, allowing me to monitor the kids when they had to transition inside to the computer room.
The rain was very heavy and left us a bit stranded in the innovation house—the name for the computer/music room building. When school was over a bus had to shuttle the kids to safety; the flash-lake had about a foot of water and I didn’t want the kids wading through this mess. The day went by pretty quickly. Once school ended there was a girl celebrating her birthday.
I was in a real quiet mood at this point in the day. I think I was just fed up with the weather and the poor organizing at that point. I also had some things that required getting home in a timely manner, so I found myself upset at the birthday party of a little girl with all her friends at school. If that doesn’t make you hate yourself a little bit, I’m not sure what will. So, I sulked, fully aware I was in the wrong to be in a bad mood, but nevertheless unhappy. I missed my window of time to do what I needed to get done (calling an airline to figure out some flights), but once I realized there was nothing I could do I felt lighter and joined the celebrations.
My spirits were lifted even further when I called the buddies back home. I thought seeing all my friends having a swell time without me would give birth to a bit of FOMO (for all my old heads out there, this means “fear of missing out”) and homesickness, but more than anything it reassured me. It helped me know that anywhere I go and anything I do, I will always have my friends and family who love and support me. And that’s probably more important than longing to get trashed at a St. Patrick’s Day concert with buddies, but I’m not 100% sure.
With the rest of my evening I started the process of looking for some jobs when I get back home. Right now it seems like I have a lot of time—just around 6 months—but if they move as quickly as the last 2 have I’ll look down, look back up, and be in Portland. Today I think I’ll do more of the same. Church has been eluding Sundays recently, so I have a lot of time on my hands.
p.s. for anyone trying to contact me, I have recently learned—with the help of some friends well beyond tipsy—that my regular phone number is not operating anymore. If you wish to text, call, or FaceTime, you can download WhatsApp and text me through there. You simply use my regular phone number to create a contact on there and it lets you text and call like normal.