I’ve returned to America for a month-long visit and will be updating from March. Bare with me as there is a ton of new stuff to add. Feel free to poke around the old blogs and read the new ones. There are A LOT!

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In 2008 I participated in a cultural exchange program with a university in East Asia. I enjoyed my time and really came to love the culture and the people, so much so that I decided to come back for a whole year! Now that I have completed my first year, I decided to stay for yet another year – so the adventures continue.

You are invited to join me in the adventures that come with readjusting to a completely different culture and all the drama that this life holds.

Monday, August 24, 2009

What I Love About Sunday

I have been on campus now for about a week. In this week leading up to classes starting, I have taken upon myself to emulate Epaphras preparing myself for my teaching duties this year.

I told you the other day that I was overwhelmed by the darkness that suddenly came upon me while I was walking around campus. Today, it seemed that just the opposite occurred. No, I was not blinded by a bright light, but I was given a big shot of encouragement. As I was walking around and listening to my friend Mark Driscoll give a talk on my iPod, the single thought that kept coming to my mind was, "Do work!" Perhaps I have spent too much time with high school boys playing football/basketball lately, but I think that it perfectly fits my attitude towards this year.

My desire is to be the best teacher that I can be while I am here. I have such a passion for education and for the English language. I want to share this enthusiasm with my students. I also want to use the opportunities given to me to develop meaningful relationships with my students. My request is that I develop a true love for them and a desire to share myself with them. Last year, I was blessed with an affectionate desire for my translator before I even met her and I know that this year my students will also become dear to me. My brother, Marty, talked about this with me before I left to come here last summer.

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