I am about to be kicked off of this computer.
I sit in the American Center, working on a project that is both for school and for Shishu Bhavan. Bailey and I are writing a guide to teaching at the school including background the history and mission statement of the school, information on the disorders which affect some of the children, some theory on teaching special needs kids and descriptions of activities that have worked and activities that have failed. It is a seemingly futile attempt to ensure that the school is continued by future volunteers. I lovingly write profiles of the kids, each one taking three paragraphs single-spaced and I cry a little. I wonder about the future volunteers. I worry that they will not love the kids as much as I do, or will not get to know them as well as I do. I know this is silly. I know this is foolish. But I see the way these grown and evolved in the short time I was there and I want them to continue. I want to continue with them.