Today was our third and last day of
teaching classes at EPD. Despite the brevity of our stay, the after class
celebration seemed to fit a visit of weeks or months. Many people- from Remal, the
director of the school, to students, to members of our own group- expressed the
common idea that something in these past days touched their hearts. The sincerity
of the speeches given dispelled some of the trepidation I’ve felt about making
relationships at the school- ones which can’t be practically continued for more
than this short time, and which have had so little time to develop. Yesterday
when we sang our students a song about meeting again, one of our students, Yvane,
questioned the reality of this statement. None of us, including I, can commit
to student’s questions of whether we’ll come back to EPD. But the emotion and
connection I felt when our van pulled out of the compound to waving hands helps
me to understand the emotion in students’ speeches and to believe that the
significance of our time here transcends its limits in time and verbal
communication. Also, I need to work on my French!
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