This post was published on Thursday the 22nd of March in 2012  /  Permalink
I miss this so much right now. I miss these guys who made July of 2011 one of the best months in my life, these guys who helped me grow as a person and helped me change the negative aspects of my personality. I miss these people who we worked with, who invited us into their lives and homes with open arms. I miss walking through the hallways of the school, I miss being so frustrated running up and down stairs just to use the restroom. I miss walking down the hill to buy breakfast, or running into the office to run copies for class. I miss my students, most of whom I haven’t spoken to since, and I miss getting annoyed at them and being proud of their progress. I miss the humidity of the afternoon, and I miss spraying bug spray four times a day. I miss running over to the girl’s room in the adjacent house to simply shower, and I miss irritating these buds with my incessant C-pop singing. I miss that feeling of adventure and mystery, the feeling of excitement. I miss driving an hour to the nearest large city to watch the near-midnight premiere of Harry Potter, and I miss watching some of these boys eat six MOS burgers when I could only eat two. I miss this. I miss it so much. 

I miss this so much right now. I miss these guys who made July of 2011 one of the best months in my life, these guys who helped me grow as a person and helped me change the negative aspects of my personality. I miss these people who we worked with, who invited us into their lives and homes with open arms. I miss walking through the hallways of the school, I miss being so frustrated running up and down stairs just to use the restroom. I miss walking down the hill to buy breakfast, or running into the office to run copies for class. I miss my students, most of whom I haven’t spoken to since, and I miss getting annoyed at them and being proud of their progress. I miss the humidity of the afternoon, and I miss spraying bug spray four times a day. I miss running over to the girl’s room in the adjacent house to simply shower, and I miss irritating these buds with my incessant C-pop singing. I miss that feeling of adventure and mystery, the feeling of excitement. I miss driving an hour to the nearest large city to watch the near-midnight premiere of Harry Potter, and I miss watching some of these boys eat six MOS burgers when I could only eat two. I miss this. I miss it so much.