What struck me though is that might be the only part of this culture that I have learned about. That thought makes me so sad because I know that these people have roots and culture. I know that there is so much more to this country than what I have experienced. But it seems to be hidden beneath piles of deceit. Around every corner I hear desperation...I see people being used...people being misunderstood. How do we notice the world around us, when we feel like we are locked away from the truth of it?
I'm not leaving dissatisfied with my time here, but I am leaving wishing that I had known more. Wishing that I could have formed bonds that couldn't be so easily broken or torn apart. Wishing that the protective bubbles could be a little less and the vulnerability a little more.
My students...they will be what I remember. Their quirky personalities. The way they changed and grew, but mostly the smiles and laughs I heard today!