Yeah, a little bit drunk tonight (this morning). Last day, and we all went for supper at a western restaurant, had a beer, then rendezvous'd at the "baby face" KTV for 7. We just got back (1am). As per usual, had a good time. Sang a few songs with Alistair and Duncan, and enjoyed the harmonious and semi-harmonious wails of my comrades. (which is not to say that my wailing was in any way melodious.) The power went out about 30 minutes after we got there, and so we sat in the dark, drinking wine and beer for half an hour until the power came back. Then we sang away for another four hours. Coming home, the apartment compound gate was closed, which resulted in a "Yong ta de 'beep beep'" command from me ("Use your 'beep beep'"... me not knowing what a car horn is). Funneh.
Quite a day. Last day of classes for me. Morning was rough. My TB 3As were not happy. I had to defend my decision to leave. One of them called me a "swindler". Okay, actually her teacher at school gave her the wrong word for what I was doing, but it was funny in a sad way. They asked why I wasn't teaching 2 years instead of 8 months. They were not appeased by the "I want to get back to my girlfriend and if I stay any longer she'll kill me" issues. During break, they locked the door on me so they could finish writing on the board. I came in to a whiteboard filled with... well... the image to the upper left. I almost cried, but managed to contain myself. When class came to an end, four of them were crying, and I was again on the verge. They sat there for five minutes without moving. Then they stood up and wrote another message on the board, and all signed their names. I was quite stoic and managed to maintain it until they left, then I cried as I erased the boards. I promised to try to come back for April 29th, a Sunday, so I could see them one last time. I'll do my best.
Otherwise, things were pretty regular. Finishing up felt really really odd, though. There was no conclusion. Just an end to the classes, without the promise of a continuation. Even now I don't feel as though I've finished. I'm not sure what will pump that realization into my head. Wednesday, I suppose. Walking out of the office felt odd. I said goodbye as I usually do, but there were no happy faces or "see you on Wednesday!" responses. It just felt out of place. Nothing was settled and I felt... I don't know. That's part of the problem. I feel both happy and sad. It's a necessary conclusion, but one that doesn't feel concluded.
Tuesday will be a going-away supper + KTV. I'm not sure how that'll be. I hope it won't be sad, but I'm afraid it will be. They're all relieved I'm coming back at the end of April and not just disappearing. Anyway... Will have more to update soon, before I go, including a bunch more pictures from today and from supper and KTV on Tuesday. Right now, it's sleepy time for me.