Monday, April 5, 2010

My Goodbye Party

Some of my students decided to throw me a goodbye party Saturday night, and honestly it was probably one of the best nights of my life. As soon I walked in there was music and dancing, and then a delicious meal cooked for everyone. And then, of course, DANCE PARTY.

I can’t even explain how good my students are at dancing. And no type of dance escaped us – traditional dancing (which I obviously had to learn), salsa…at one point I was doing a waltz, even slow dancing which was pretty much a 4 minute hug – a hug I desperately needed for what was to come next.

At the end of the night, all 8 guys got up to wish me goodbye. Each one said a speech about how thankful they were for me to come, how they consider me part of their family and how they’ll be thinking of me when I go. So many compliments (including I’m the best dancer and have a beautiful voice…seriously) later, I left feeling like an absolute 10 (real world 10, not DC 10/Real World 7). It’s like all those ridiculous compliments my mom gives me, but brought to life by people who aren’t related to me.

And now, I really don’t want to go. I just feel like I have the most amazing students, and even though they’ll all go so far, I want to stay to witness it and help them along. I have never met any more driven, hardworking, just generally great people in my life. And even though I was only here for 3 months, they made me feel like I actually made an impact.

So DC welcome home…good luck. You’d seriously have to bring a parade to the airport to top that – with Obama. Or at the very least Bo.


  1. Since when do you have a blog?

  2. As someone who's thinking about going to Rwanda to teach, this is about the best message I could have read. Thank you.

    Taylor Hayward