Who knew?

My practicum's about to end. I only have a few hours left. I'm surprised to find myself not wanting it to end. Even though I was excited to start, I honestly thought that would wear off and I'd eventually look forward to not having to go to work.

But it didn't wear off and I'm still excited to go to work everyday.

The teachers there have become my friends. So have my fellow practicumers. And the students.. the students are the hardest to leave.

Yes, they sometimes pee on the floor without any warning at all (swerte ka nlng kng makaiwas ka). They fart at exactly the right time - when your face is just inches away from their butt (walang malisya, OT exercises un). They step on you, pull your hair, scream in your ears, cry until you want to cry yourself, don't listen even when you're already screaming your lungs out.

But they also run through the door, eager and happy to see you everyday. They say sorry like they really mean it and they laugh like they won't be able to laugh tomorrow. They hug you and kiss you on the cheek and tell you they love you even if you don't ask them too. They don't listen often but when they do, you have their full attention (at least until something distracts them again). They're incredibly hard to teach but when they learn, they learn good.

I honestly want to continue working until the end of the summer. I can, the principal asked me to after all. But there are other things I have to do before the school year starts, things I not only need but also want to do.

Summer hasn't ended yet but I'm already sure it will be the most memorable summer I will have in a long long time. (And to those who know what happened to me yesterday, you would agree that the previous sentence would probably be an understatement. I will never forget that semi-bald head of yours, Mendrix.)