It’s hard to believe that two weeks has already gone by. I can vividly remember how nervous I was during our first teaching day and now I’m sitting in a hammock reflecting about our last.
The day started out like any other day, waking up to the kitchen bell that signals breakfast is ready and sitting around the large circular table talking about whatever the hot topic is. Everything was normal until we started teaching the kindergarten class, that’s when it hit us. Today was the last time we will be in this environment with this group of people. Today is the last time we will sing songs with kindergarten, play games with first and second, and talk about family in third. We won’t be able to serve the kids during lunch or play soccer during recess with them anymore. Today the last batch of cement was mixed and the first portion of the first wall of the 4th grade classroom was built and it is bittersweet. It was bitter because very soon we will have to say goodbye to the kids, the teachers, the workers, the community, and to each other. However, it was sweet because we came from different parts of the world, we built up relationships amongst each other and then we built the foundation for the future of Ometepe Bilingual School, the 4th grade classroom.
It’s weird to put how long two weeks is into perspective. Depending on what you’re doing, two weeks can be a long time. However, two weeks with some of the cutest, most compassionate kids I’ve ever met is not long enough.