First and most importantly/obviously, I am going to miss Tang is it's abundance here.... Not really, but I did used to be obsessed with the tasty orange powder drink. I was pretty convinced that if I drank enough I would grow up to be an astronaut. Instead I just grew.
Anyway, the real list of things I am going to miss:
- My kiddies. In no specific, yet completely specific order: tied for first- Ghina, Hessa, Nitish, and Zayed Zeail. Coming in second: Merssal, Alreem, Zayed Al Hosani, Bryan, Eman, Tariq, Mutia, Jacob, and Weam. Third, for indefinite reasons, Masud, Sevina, Pradita, Abdul Rahman, Rahaf, Nekesha, Waad. And rounding up the end: Danis, Mugesh, and Asad. Oh and Ariha, rhymes with diarrhea. She is the last last, in fact, she goes on the list below. Is it mean that I kinda want to send 4th place to the list-of-things-I-won't-miss... Welp too late. It's done in mind.
- My friends.
- The smell of the Arabian nights. It actually smells like warm jasmines. It's what I hope Agrabah to smell like.
- Being a local celebrity. If I wasn't the girl on the bike, I was the blond harlot, or the teacher that went to jail.
- Being stared at because I was pretty. (Or slutty looking... whichever they thought, I was okay with the little attention that boosted the self esteem.)
- Getting to the front of the lines because I am a helpless girl.
- My vacations. I had a lot and I got to go many a places in the span of a short time. This year, I have seen the Taj, the Great Wall, and the Great Pryamids, not to mention, I live in the Middle East.
- My bike. Although her tires weren't meant for this heat, she did me well, and deserves a loving home.
- Same, same. Ask me later and I'll explain if you want.
- Choueifat. This school has a backwards thought on teaching, let alone kindergarten. I shouldn't have felt stressed if my kids were out of their seats. I should have been able to encourage it. I shouldn't have to sneak treats to them and they shouldn't have to be in school 7 hours a day with only 1 hour of art a week. This school is an idiot mess, and I feel sorry for any graduate of it. They truely missed out on a childhood.
- The drama that goes with being in a ridiculously small town. Too many people up in your biznas!
- My living situation. You don't know how lucky you are when you get assigned housing with (or near) awesome people until you get assigned housing with lame ones.
- Being uncomfortable in anything western thing I wore. No, not my cowboy boots and chaps, I'm talking about my ankle baring skirts and my elbow showing shirts.
- Being thought of as a helpless girl.
- My 4th and 5th place kids.
- Crappy internet and phone.
- Missing my family and friends.
- A 25 hour journey to get here/there.
- Not being able to buy any fruit or veggies that taste good.
- Taking on lame British/Irish slang.
- Not speaking proper English because I can't speak proper Arabic.
- Rudeness and racism. I am guilty of it too. It is something that inadvertently happens when you are abroad too long in a place that is enveloped with it.
See y'all in a matter of hours (or days, but really a day is 24 hours, so technically....)