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Might be my last post for awhile, last post in China at that. I’m leaving on my journey home tommorow. It seems that the hardest part will be getting to the first airport. There are stories of roadblocks at every small town. Hopefully I don’t stumble into any quarintine on my way home.
I’m horrible at goodbyes. The only people I can properly say goodbye to are fellow unemotional males (”Well be seeing ya later.” “yup have a good life.” is how I like my goodbyes) .I couldn’t bring myself to tell my students that I was leaving until the last second. It wasn’t a good plan it just made it worse. It’s not that they were crying, but me leaving seemed to be the last little nudge that pushe them into depression. They have been so apathetic lately because Mayday holiday was cancelled and they can’t leave the campus. When I told them I was going they all just looked up at me with an accusing stare, how could you leave us, their eyes said.
But they are just my students, they will have other foriegn teachers and will go on with their lives. I never really got that close to them. For some reason, there is a wierd distance between me and my english majors, whom I have most of my classes with. The always treat me like a teacher and I never know what to say to them. Stll they gave me letter and little presents, telling of their admiration of me, something I’m definitly uncomfortable about. (It’s like when you walk into a classroom in china for the first time the students always clap. What did I do to deserve that?)
I also blew off some of my students requests for taking pictures with me, to do things with my friends. My friends are just more importnt now that I am leaving. I might not see any of them again, but things have been to hectic lately for that to sink in. Maybe I will be sad when I get back home. But I’m not really a remorseful person.
What else to say, but see ya later China, Get well soon.