Home. Back. Here. School has started. No longer am I crossing Katipunan Avenue bridge to get to Ateneo in the mornings with Paul. We are no longer standing in front of the mammoth air conditioner in the main office before we head off to find Tutham, our collaborating teacher. I am greeting my New Mexico students instead of the Ateneo boys. I am not eating rice for breakfast, and have not even seen a mango in weeks.
Back at school, everyone has been asking 'How was your summer?' and it is impossible to sum up and answer and so I sputter out the word "Great!" On other days I may manage "Amazing. Yours?" But sometimes I forget the niceties as it seems, because as soon as I get asked that question my mind takes me 8,000 miles away.
Over the course of the next whatever amount of time I make, I hope to make more sense of all that I have experienced this past year and to document it in ways that will will make a difference in the classroom. It has already made a difference in me. It's now time to share and pass it on