OK. I'm OK, really I am. Sort of.
Not great, but OK. I don't know why I'm so upset. I guess part of it is because I finally thought I had the hang of this Indonesia stuff. I felt like I had the hang of living here, getting around, and even better, I felt like I was finally sort of getting my head around this teaching business. I felt like I was getting steadier on my feet and even building up a little bit of confidence.
However, because of circumstances within certain departments in which I happen to work, it's all shot to hell. Nearly every single day I'm spoken to like I'm some mentally incompetent five-year-old, or some immature teenaged kid who just can't handle being around the grown-ups. I don't want to go into it too much here because...well, it is the world wide web.
I'm just having a really hard time with this. It's making me lose sleep. It's making me sick to my stomach. Dealing with craptastic people is one thing. Every workplace has its share of craptastic individuals. It's just that this workplace happens to be tens of thousands of miles away from home.
I still love Indonesia. I still love my students. So very much. I stayed after school until 5 today with a group of about 15 fantastic individuals-we're starting a school newspaper. It's so cool. I'm just kind of giving them some guidelines and advice, and off they go. They're so driven and brilliant and funny and...these kids basically saved my day today. Their newspaper is going to be a magnificent thing, and it will have hardly anything to do with me. I'm just teaching them basic journalism rules and occasionally throwing in my two cents (or 200 rupiah, as it were) and they're doing the rest. They're wonderful. Thank God for these kids, and for the rest of my students. To be fair, thank God for the rest of my coworkers, too. Almost all of them are really great people. Not just great people, either-they're great friends.
I'm trying not to let this get to me too much. I guess those of you who really know me well know how I let things eat at me and make me miserable, though. I sincerely hope this gets better. I wanna come home. I want my dog! Ugh, homesickness sucks. I know I shouldn't be whining so much...other people definitely have bigger, actual problems to deal with. Still, keep me in your prayers. It could be a rough couple of months.
However, because of circumstances within certain departments in which I happen to work, it's all shot to hell. Nearly every single day I'm spoken to like I'm some mentally incompetent five-year-old, or some immature teenaged kid who just can't handle being around the grown-ups. I don't want to go into it too much here because...well, it is the world wide web.
I'm just having a really hard time with this. It's making me lose sleep. It's making me sick to my stomach. Dealing with craptastic people is one thing. Every workplace has its share of craptastic individuals. It's just that this workplace happens to be tens of thousands of miles away from home.
I still love Indonesia. I still love my students. So very much. I stayed after school until 5 today with a group of about 15 fantastic individuals-we're starting a school newspaper. It's so cool. I'm just kind of giving them some guidelines and advice, and off they go. They're so driven and brilliant and funny and...these kids basically saved my day today. Their newspaper is going to be a magnificent thing, and it will have hardly anything to do with me. I'm just teaching them basic journalism rules and occasionally throwing in my two cents (or 200 rupiah, as it were) and they're doing the rest. They're wonderful. Thank God for these kids, and for the rest of my students. To be fair, thank God for the rest of my coworkers, too. Almost all of them are really great people. Not just great people, either-they're great friends.
I'm trying not to let this get to me too much. I guess those of you who really know me well know how I let things eat at me and make me miserable, though. I sincerely hope this gets better. I wanna come home. I want my dog! Ugh, homesickness sucks. I know I shouldn't be whining so much...other people definitely have bigger, actual problems to deal with. Still, keep me in your prayers. It could be a rough couple of months.
posted by Erin @ 8:28 AM
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