the decision
Last Thursday I talked with the director of the school about the possibility of coming back to work next year- I was trying to get all of the info I could in order to make a good decision- and she ended up telling me that I needed to decide by Monday (four days from then). So I went home and began to mull the decision over in my mind. I went back and forth, but by the time the weekend was over, I had decided not to stay another year. There are a variety of factors that influenced my decision and taken all together, I really felt like it was best for me to go. Most of my friends are leaving, teaching is not what I want to do as a career (and it has been difficult), things at the church are not going so well, and I want to be closer to my family and friends in the States- all of which are fairly good reasons in and of themselves.So, as of right now, I don't know what I'm going to be doing this next year, but I trust that God will open something up, because He closed this door down here. It is possible that I will be back in either Wheaton, Wichita, or Tulsa... but it all depends on what job opportunites open up. My hope is that I will be able to go back to grad school the following year (although I don't know exactly what I will study yet).
In other news, last week was fairly busy as well. We had Tuesday off, so we went to a national park near Tegus, called La Tigra, which is actually a cloud forest (kind of like a jungle). We hiked to a waterfall and had a picnic lunch- the waterfall was a little disappointing, but it was still worth it. Aurora and Quique and their whole family came, so that was fun. Wednesday was my birthday and so we had a "suprise" party at our house. There were probably about 15 people there and we had lots of pizza, cake and even a pinata! It was my first pinata ever- Eyore, the donkey from Winnie the Pooh- and it was a tough little sucker! I really had to beat the crap out of it to open it up.
Thursday our band had practice and I gave Joel, the drummer, a ride home afterwards- which ended up being a long ways and I was low on gas. I got within half a mile of the gas station (there aren't as many here as there are in the States) and the car died on me. I pulled off the road and started to run to the gas station to get some gas (I was running because it was dark, on a lonely highway, and I am a gringo), but the problem was that I was still in my dress shoes... needless to say, I stepped in a pothole and twisted my ankle. I eventually called some friends for help and everything turned out fine... but it was a little bit of an embarassing night.
posted by Whitey @ 2:49 PM
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