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It's been forever!

I refreshed a couple times thinking "surely Dec 2015 isn't the last time Ive posted!". Seems that every year I seem to suck a little more at keeping track. Honestly, though, the longer you stay in a place, the less there is to write about. Unless you're willing to part ways with your dirhams I guess,lol.

This year? This year was great in terms of work. Parents participated. Kids worked well and I even had a small group of readers in KG1!!!  The Arabic teachers were on board with things we have been trying to initiate for years and we got an amazing score at our school from the powers that be. It made me think about how a single person or a small group works to make change...how much does that change affect the bigger picture? I won't go into my conclusion because that will change the tone of my entire post. Let's just stick with the fact that being able to see change in our school is always a pleasure.

I've already convinced myself that when I  blink a few times it will be December and shortly after that it will be time to go home. For good. That's my current plan. Despite the fact that I'm currently turned off of my home country, I do feel like my time is up here for various reasons. If He decides that it's not time, then there is one thing that will happen. If not, adios.

This year will be full of surprises I'm sure. At this point Im expecting anything-teaching two classes, being transferred...it is anyone's guess. I'm going to roll with the punches. Going six years unscathed is a miracle by some standards.

I will try to make it a point to enjoy life here and do things I've not done, see things I haven't seen,maybe get another trip in while over here. Inshallah. Honestly, my mind is already home. And Ive been here before. I was so ready to go then but I think this is coming from a different place and when you know, you know. Unless you don't,lol.

One thing I know for sure, having a classroom of children who I can actually have a conversation with will be spectacular :-) .

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