For the past three weeks, I had a job. Like, an actual one where I get paid and stuff. I was called last minute to work as a resident facilitator at Startalk (if you don't know what that is, you don't talk to me enough. 3 week long Chinese language program at BYU for high school kids). It felt like going home--except I didn't have to pay, or do homework. It was the perfect job for me at this point: short-term, using Chinese, working with people I already know, and let me sleep during the day.
By the end of the camp, I was completely in love with all of the kids. Sure, some of them had major issues, but it was really a great group. I mean, kids who pay so that they can come to class and do homework? That's dedication. Despite all the fun I had, I ended up exhausted. The kind of exhaustion where I come home and sleep for nearly 24 hours straight.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this post. I'll hopefully find time and willpower to write down all the thoughts and frustrations floating around in my head.
Peace.
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