18 months in.

I've been in Namibia for 18 months now. In the grand scheme of things that's not much time, but for the short time I've been on this planet and compared to one year ago...that is a long time. I've still got at least 9 months left and then what? Well, I do have some promising possibilities which will be discussed when they are more concrete.

Thinking about finishing my service leaves me with mixed emotions. So far this year teaching is going really well. I don't know what big change occurred that is making me enjoy being in the class room so much more. The difference is huge. Granted, I despise teaching computers to grade five. I hate it with my entire being. And I have to teach it 9 times a week. I dread that class. I yell. Force learners to leave. Tell them they drive me crazy. Use god's names in vein. It's not fun. But give me an English class and I'm all for it. So, apart from teaching those little monsters how to use a mouse and click on stuff, I'll be sad to leave these kids.

As for the bureaucratic side of the Namibian education system...also a pain in the neck. And honestly, aside from attending a few mandatory meetings, I just boycott the paperwork and files that are required of Namibian teachers yet don't contribute in any positive way. It just makes me wonder what kind of paperwork goes on in the American system. And if they are similar to the paperwork here in the slightest I feel oh so sorry for all of my past teachers. So nope, I won't be missing the paperwork. Not that I do it anyways.

So here I am. 18 months in. 9 to go. Happy.

Ok.