Sooo ...

Friday was a tough day for me because one of my kids (I’ll call him Andres) hit me in the face REALLY hard. (This is not the kid who hit me before.) I was just reading him a book in my office and he hit me so hard that I thought my nose would start to bleed.

I took him back to his house right away. While we were walking, he hit me twice more before I could stop him. And then I started to cry. It was just too much to deal with and I’d been feeling homesick all week. (Next time, I’ll have his caregiver come with and it’ll be fine; I didn’t think it was necessary because he had never hit me before. But don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine.)

Luckily, my roommates are AMAZING. Six of us (plus Cassie) went out to Antigua on Friday and Saturday night. We had a really great time, and I felt so much better. I feel like we are becoming closer and that is really helping. Next week, five of us are taking a half-day off of work Friday (we get to do that once a month!) and going to the beach. I guess it’s about 3 hours away and really fun.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the death of Padre Wasson, the priest who founded Nuestros Pequeños Hermanos (the name of the organization I work for). So, I’m not doing speech tomorrow. We’re doing something with the psychology department together – I’m not really sure what. It’s also my friend Cassie’s birthday, so we’ll celebrate that.

And, my boss started teaching us sign language on Thursday! (The class in Antigua didn’t work out, but she knows Guatemalan sign language, so this is working just as well.) I’m really excited! I was already able to use it and talk to the boy who is deaf in my section.