I CANNOT believe this session has come to a close. Where did
that time go? I feel like Tregani just got here and now she’ll be going home.
Home next door to my house in the U.S.—which is really weird to think about.
There is a part of me that is a little envious. Not that I would trade what I
am doing, I just wish there was someway I could have the comforts of home in
India with me. Like my bed. Oh man I miss my bed SO much! And ironically, I
keep having dreams where I fly home to pick up some supplies and say hi to
people, and then fly back to India. And I am always stressing about I am going
to pay for the flights. Hahaha.
Alright, back on track now. The Supergirls were certainly
super. Three of the four were professional teachers and everyone got along
great. About half way through the session we had one more girl join us-and she
fit right in too. Because they already had teaching experience, they excelled
at the education rotation. I never personally watched them during the education
rotation, but I heard MANY good things so I know they did above and beyond
awesome. However, I did get to participate in the medical and construction
rotations with them and they rocked those too. It was fun having a tight knit
little group of girls here.
My first board had a questionable word—hagger—so just to make sure I achieved victory fair and square I whipped out this little magical crossword:
It was a proud moment for me—obviously. We also had french toast
night—and coming from someone who doesn’t necessarily love french toast, it was
amazing. It was probably because we had real butter, real cinnamon and real
syrup. Real=from the USA or tastes just like the USA version.
One night we had
this crazy microburst that came up mid dinner, which we eat outside. It was
somewhat breezy before-no big deal though and then out of nowhere things got real-really
really fast. The only thing I could think of was to get people under the table,
so I yell, “Everybody take cover/duck and cover!!!” and climbed under the table.
Well they followed me, but then we all just kind of looked around at each other
like okay now what? And then we started laughing, while the storm was getting
worse and worse. So between the laughing we formulated a quick escape plan down
two flights of stairs and into the Young’s house. By this time it was raining
pretty good. We were a miserable looking wind blown and rained on volunteers.
Some braved the walk all the way back to the elephant house. More power to
them, but I was not that brave. I’ve concluded that the weather here is just as
diverse as the people and religions of India.
Of course the Supergirl’s going away party had to be more
girly themed—so naturally I turned it into a period party in order to celebrate
the growth and changes they experienced over their two weeks in India. We did
keep it more private, as in not EVERYONE was invited-but they each got their
own jasmine flowers for their hair, a special dessert (fudge cake) and their
certificate of womanhood (their goodbye notes from all the coordinators). There
was a lot of giggling and slightly off colored jokes but it was all in good
fun. David was such a good sport about it—as he always is. He was actually
given the “Just one of the girls” award from the volunteers so it was perfect. They
may have came started as the Supergirls but they all left as Superwomen and I was
one proud mama. Even more proud then I was of my banana grams victory(ies).
And lucky for me I don’t have to say goodbye to Treg for a few more days, since we are going to Delhi!! Woot Woot!
