Nine. Nueve. Neuf.

Last week was pretty uneventful as I completed my third to last week of student teaching. That also means that it was my third to last week of Being in Belize and being a college student.  I feel as though I’ve been in a time warp since January and have just recently emerged to find myself four months later. It’s true. Time here is so much different than back at home; the hours in a day seem to be endless, yet weeks fly by leaving me in a whirlwind. It’s as if teaching my awesome 5 year olds at Hummingbird, traveling to beautiful islands, climbing Mayan ruins, long bus rides on old school buses, and four months of living with only basic necessities in an extremely tight space have been condensed to only a matter of hours in my mind. I’m a bit overwhelmed with all my memories and constantly refer back to my journal entries and pictures to recall all of the amazing things that I’ve done and been a part of this semester. I hope that when I get back I’ll remember to tell you about each and every moment I’ve had, so be prepared to chat for a while if you get me going!

 Nine. Nueve. Neuf. That’s the number on my mind today. The number of days until I come home and turn my life in Belize into something of the past rather than something of the present. The number of days until I can only reflect on the grand experiences I’ve had rather than actually experience them. The number of days until I get to see all my family and friends in person rather than over a fuzzy computer screen and talk to them using my voice rather than typing words on a screen. So, for today, 9 is a pretty exciting number!

Last Saturday Rachel and I got the great honor of attending a 6 year old birthday party complete with a piñata, musical chairs, cake, nachos, and all the Coke and Fanta you could handle. We were invited because the party was for Celine and Amy who are two of my students. Celine’s parents own part of the Princess Hotel which is where the girls and I visit often to get cash from the ATM, lay by the pool, watch a movie, of just bask in the AC. We see Mr. Aykurt (Celine’s dad) almost every time we walk through the front doors, so he invited us to join in on all of the festivities. My whole class was there, and they were pretty excited to see me when I walked in just as they always are when I see them out somewhere other than school. Seriously, my students think it’s so cool to see Ms. Cobb walking down the street, at the grocery store, or eating at a restaurant. It’s actually really cute when they see me and get all excited about it!