133 days before i go back home, i had the worst week so far. i started the week being so homesick and wanting the week to just end so i can spend the weekend with mae and joel. and then my period came on thursday and i thought it may be the hormones. plus, halfway through this flta stint, things are catching up to me now. the excitement has faded and i just realized that i've been away from home for months now.
well, i hope i am getting better. being in school helps, especially my intercultural communication class. my professor, phyllis taylor, is so much fun. she's old (that's what she says, maybe more than 50 i guess) but for me she's not. she's like my history professor, george buckingham, last semester. she shares family stories and from these, i could feel that she's passionate about life and her profession. i just love her.
i just hope that the poem i made for my proposal for oral presentation in class is persuasive enough so she can give me maya angelou for my topic.
on to this weekend, and on to the rest of my stay here. i can do this:)
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