- Mood: Good Good
- Music: Miranda Lambert
- Temperature: 82 degrees
So, here I am hanging out at the farm. I am racking my brain about something to write about, but I'm coming up blank. For each day that passes, I feel farther and farther away from Haiti. Not that my actual distance is changing, but communicating with people there can prove to be a challenge. Just ask my parents how easy it was to call me while I lived there. But, sometimes, people get me talking about it, and I just start to smile thinking about all the wonderful things that made me laugh while I was there.
For instance, the time that Adam (a 5th grader) asked me in the middle of class, "Miss Anderson, what's a g-string?" I can thank the Clinton's for that question. Or when we ran up to the roof to play in the rain during school and went back to class soaking wet and laughing hysterically. Or one really hot afternoon when we got ice cream bars from the vendor on the street. Or the love notes I got from the only white kid in the school, Ted, a 3rd grader. And then the time toward the end of school when Ted sent me another note stating that he was breaking up with me, and he was sorry for breaking my heart. It took him about one week to get over that phase and declare his love for me again. Oh, those kids would say anything. There wasn't a day that I didn't laugh and smile starting with day one. I may have made an impact on the kids while I was there, but they have changed my life forever. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
9 Two Cents.