Greetings from Ghana!

On June 24, 2019, my life turned upside down. That was the day I found out that I was being removed from my site for security reasons (not coming from my community, but elsewhere), and would only be given three hours to pack up my belongings and say goodbye to the people and the places I have come to know over the last year of my life. The days before that fateful day, I had been in a rut, feeling down because Midservice Training was coming up and I felt like I had not done enough for my community one year in. My lessons felt uncreative, my relationships felt bored, and I found myself looking forward to going home in August to "take a break from my community." You know that feeling you get when someone dies suddenly and you regret the last thing you said to or thought about that person? When you wish you could have let that person know just how much they meant to you and how much you loved them? That's how I felt when I learned I would never be going back to Wa. I was a

Cheers to this year's JHS 3! I can't believe it's already been a year with these lovable, smart, curious goofballs. I am proud to call these ladies and gents some of my best friends. They never failed to cheer me up when I was having a bad day by scolding or trash talking whoever made me angry/sad, always asked the most intelligent questions about America and other parts of the world, were never afraid to poke fun at me to start a rapid-fire stream of hilarious "burns," and were always brutally honest about what they thought was needed to improve deaf education at their school. I will miss having night classes with them (which usually started with me teaching and ended with them just asking me questions about anything and everything), learning Ghanaian signs and teaching them American ones (usually as I had to interpret during classes when the teacher didn't know enough sign), and playing board and card games with them (never play Ludu with Paul. He's vi

Found in a Home Economics exercise book: "Avoid Deep Kissing."