I can't believe all I had a was a title. This whole time I thought I had written a superb entry about chasing Jesus. Well, now that I've finally had time to check my Blogger account months later, here I am staring at a blank page. Leaving my title to fend for itself. How rude of me to leave the periods to chase Jesus.
I'm still chasing Jesus. Yes indeed, I haven't put on my sport shoes for a while so I think it's safe to say that I've actually been walking - not chasing - towards Jesus. 2012, not necessarily a bad year, but I never thought I'd return home in such a short time. School wasn't working for me, or, let me rephrase that, I wasn't working for school. So I'm back to the motherland, beautiful Motu o Fiafiaga, trying to find out where I went wrong and where I'm going to go again.
I am now a teacher, well, my resignation date is tomorrow so it's been quite a transition. Where to begin? Alright, so I came down mid-July to Pago Pago. I was a second grade teacher at Manumalo Baptist for a few months and then I transferred over to a public school (I'm a product of the public education system so it was pretty set that I wanted to give back... somehow...er, teaching.) I used to think that long distant work must have me in some Favorites list, but actually, I am not fit for a teacher. So there we are, the reason why I taught in the first place, I forgot. I don't think I really thought about it at the time. Now it's pretty evident I can understand just how wrong teaching is for me because I've been depressed and anxious and getting mini panic attacks - I'm a good pretender I guess.
So, let's see. I'm sitting in the front office at our precious school chatting up one of the teachers wondering what I'll be doing for the next few months. Oh right, join the Air Force, what a beautiful thought.
I really have to do something about running. Jesus, last time I was running. Now, now I'm walking -slowly, it's been hard, really hard without you. But now I'm coming after you again. Not as fast, though.
