As a student of SFS, I remember the first field trip being exhilarating – we were going turtle monitoring, sleeping in (admittedly very janky) tents, snorkeling, and running around in boats to and from our camp site. We ran around preparing food and coolers, learning about turtles and packing like it was going out of style. Our first field trip was…not exactly like that. There were janky moments; our trailer popped open and spilled pasta all over the access road. There was learning; our students learned about mangrove forests, crocodiles (and why they weren’t allowed to swim at the beaches), and cassowaries. There was definitely packing like it was going out of style; see the trailer. Read the rest of this entry »
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This week had a rough start for almost no reason. I had two beautiful runs in a row on Sunday and Monday; Sunday, I ran the access road again and did some cleaning and chores around the Centre, including helping to clean the dongas, which was very needed. I was able to relax a little bit on Sunday, which was lovely, but apparently not quite enough. On Monday, Ashley and I took the students to run around Lake Barrine, a nearby crater lake formed during a volcanic eruption. The lake itself is beautiful, and watching the mist rise off it was a treat during my run. I may have pushed myself a little too much, however, because I spent the rest of the day feeling exhausted and downhearted.
Do you ever feel like you know someone, even though you’ve only just met them? Our students arrived today, and that’s exactly how I felt. Looking at their (bleery-eyed, tired, but excited) faces, I already felt like I’d met most of them. This could be because we spent an hour playing a name game today, and I simply memorized their names and faces, but I did feel like I already knew them; it makes me optimistic for the semester.
Settling into a new place is a different experience every time, for some obvious reasons. Settling into the new Centre is nothing like settling into Walla Walla; it’s nothing like settling into Jordan (where I’m pretty sure I never did feel settled), or settling into Mexico. The closest thing it is similar to, unsurprisingly, is settling into Mexico. The differences, however, are pronounced.