On Holiday

I don't know whether to feel honored or concerned that my blog has inspired people to look into joining the Peace Corps. Maybe I should read it again and become re-inspired. And maybe "inspired" is a strong word. But, if I can influence people to join Peace Corps, maybe I should try and influence people to send me stuff too. Hmmm... I'll try and work in some subliminal messages about mac-n-cheese and hair gel.

Well, I'm still happy doing my thing here in Kenya, but I'm a little stressed out these days. Then again, I don't feel quite right unless I'm at least a little stressed. I know, I have problems. So, the 2nd school term of the year just ended and you would think that's reason to celebrate, right? I mean, a month off is pretty sweet, eh? Well, that's where you're mistaken, friends! First, I was somehow suckered into organizing a Parents Workshop at my school. Apparently the volunteer before me sponsored a previous workshop and planned everything herself... something I respect, but don't care to do myself. So now it's a constant struggle to get other teachers to pretend they care, find out how many are planning to attend, locate Deaf adults and interpreters to participate, and, and, and...

Then I found out that class 8 was staying at school this month to prepare for the KCPE... an exam to "graduate" from primary school. And since I'm one of the class 8 teachers, I was automatically put in charge of teaching for a week. Some days until 10pm. Well, I suppose I'll get through this month somehow. And just in time for the 3rd term to start! Hooray!

Well, this has been a positive blog! It seems like whenever I have an opportunity to write about what's happening in my life, I can't control the endless stream of bitching that comes out. Usually I subject other PCVs to my complaining, but I haven't seen any for a while, so you guys will have to take over. Sorry. Send me mac-n-cheese. Anyway... on a happy note, I may be coming home for a visit in December. That's a big maybe, but I'm going to try. To help sponsor the "Libby Misses Mexican Food" Fund, please send checks and money orders to... crap, I'm not allowed to put my address on this blog! Oh well, I'll just have to make money opening a little shop and selling the exact same thing as the shops right next to mine. That's how they make their fortunes here and who am I to argue with it? Thanks to the people who reply to my blogs. It encourages me to write more of 'em. Maybe I'll see some of you soon! Nice time, Lib.