Around the World in Eight Weeks

Last night was one of those bittersweet moments which typifies my experience as a teacher. My summer teaching is always a bit different than the school year because my students come from so far away. The program is called Global Academy, and it brings students from all over the world (though mostly from the Dominican Republic) to USU for eight weeks of intense summer learning. I had the chance to teach two sections of writing and one of reading. Of course, like many teaching positions the workload can be grueling. Giving feedback on more than thirty English language learner essays each week can take time and a lot of thought. Additionally, these students ask more from me than any other group. They have so many questions. They have so much energy and passion for their work.

So I'd be lying if I didn't say I was relieved for a break from it all.

But yesterday's closing social at the Logan Golf and Country Club was not a sweet release from loads of work. No, it was also a moment of sorrow for saying goodbye to friends I've grown to love in the last few weeks. People may say that isn't possible, that I'm just caught up in the drama of the moment. But working with international students makes me realize just how full of wonderful people this world is. It helps me see the beauty of different cultures and beliefs. It makes me have hope for the future of this world, because of these students and their incredible goals and plans.

I always tell them I will visit them someday.

A part of me knows I probably won't.

There are too many things which get in the way: school, finances, work, and my own fears. But I believe there will be a day when I see my friends from other places again. I do believe someday I'll sit with them in the life beyond this one and learn of their life. And I'll be amazed. Because the struggles and triumphs of my friends always amaze me.

So while most of the students were chatting happily and taking pictures, Neal and I slipped out the back. That is the moment I like to remember: the bustle of friendship before the inevitable parting.

I don't usually cry. I just think about this wide world I live in. I think about the blessing it is to meet so many of God's children. I think about my own life: what will I do with the time I have been given.

And of course, I sleep in. Thank heavens for that.