And those seven hours have been a gift lately. You might have noticed my lack of rambling, but no fear, it isn't because I'm one of the few who died in the Negev floods, it is because I am planning on what to do next in life.
I have simply fallen in love with children and the idea of teaching. Over the past week I have written my name over 10 times, my social, my date of graduation and essay after essay (all about the same thing, but of course, with my luck, a little different). I have decided to apply to teaching programs: Teach for America, Americorps, City Year, and a few different city teaching fellows.
They all sound great and as I work on each individual application I think that I have found the one I want the most. I have found myself applying to programs in cities I never thought that I would live in, simply because the program sounds so great.
I was talking to a friend back home and mentioned these plans and the best part -- another friend of mine is trying the same path! What an amazement that would be, both of us doing things together, helping the world!
I've been looking outside of America too. All you have to do is type in "volunteer" into google and thousands of things come up. I even found a site that helps plan a road trip across America volunteering in each area for free stay! Yes, I am planning on doing that too.
These programs all look great and I'd say everyone should look into them, and for most, age doesn't matter!
In one program I'd be teaching special education, which most of you know is something I grew up dealing with. I do not have much experience with children with those type of needs, but I do have one amazing story I'd like to ramble about with you.
I work at an after-school kindergarten program and one of the kids, we'll call him "Joe," cannot walk. He has legs, but sadly, the muscles never grew correctly. Most of the time he sits and colors, and of course, cries, but today was different.
As I walked in, Liam, another kid, came running to me saying "look what 'Joe' can do!!!" And there in the corner of my eye was "Joe" WALKING. Of course he had to use things to lean on, but he had the biggest smile on his face. It was beautiful to see! At the end of the day, when his driver came to get me, I felt his happiness as he held my hand and walked by himself.
It was a wonderful burst of sunshine since the rest of the day included me getting bitten by Liam "because he was hungry," seeing all the children with new "new haircuts" (shaved heads because they apparently all had lice), and having Eli, the devil child, throw his liquid cheese snack all over me.
Yes, anything you've read is true. The children in Israel have no respect.
Though, it is easy to make them happy. Earlier this morning I was at the elementary school that I volunteer at and was cleaning my wallet out. I came across some quarters and figured why not give them out! I started given some out to the kids and wow they loved it! I had one American dollar too so I gave that to my favorite. I told him it was special and later that day saw him showing it to EVERYONE.
I guess all these events would make today a pretty great day, but it is even better than it seems! I found out something I've been wondering about for awhile...
YES! THEY DO HAVE SHECKEL STORES.
Just like the Dollar stores in America, I can buy endless amounts of crap for one sheckel (the equivalent of $.33)
So next time you're wondering why I'm not rambling it's because I'm playing with my new "racket ball"!
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