Coming to a close

This is the last week. The last week, that I will spend here in Morocco teaching fifth and sixth graders with the team of teachers I have known to grow and love. While I could come back again next year, many of the teachers will be gone and things will be very different. With each year, I have heard that this school changes drastically. It began 7 years ago and has grown and is changing all the time... it has even changed quite a bit since I got here. Right now, the teacher are trying to figure out what kind of curriculum will work best to teach Moroccan students American curriculum... that definitely has its cultural challenges.
Anyways, so this week many students have asked me why I have to go, will I come back, and have even written in their classwork that I should come back next year to teach here. I wish I could tell them that this decision is not my own, but the Lord's, but they would not understand. I do not always know what other answer to give them.
This week has also been draining, because I have gotten a cold, that has caused me to be more exhausted than usual, and there seems to be an event going on every night. Last night there was a long teacher's meeting about how to improve the curriculum and work more cohesively as a staff. This evening, two of the fifth and sixth graders who have each read 40 books since the beginning of the school year and have decided to start a reading club organized a opening night for this reading club, with the help of their parents, other students in the class and the teacher. It was a fun night of talking about reading, eating food and just sharing in fellowship. I sat at the table of two of the parents who cause quite a bit of frustration among the teachers. This was intimidating, but it was good to talk with them on a friendly level, rather than on the level where they are scrutinizing the school.
Tomorrow night there is a desert party and then Friday night a bunch of the teachers leave for home. On Saturday, I might go on a trip with a couple of the teachers and then I leave early Sunday morning.
The other day, my bed was taken back by the people it originally belonged to, because her mother came to visit, so now I'm sleeping on what they call a frosh, which is like a couch, but it is shaped kind of like a long padded box, I guess and then it has pillows on it. It is incredibly comfortable to sleep on.
This week fifth and sixth grade is working on writing newspaper articles. I am hoping that I will be able to type them up tomorrow night, so that we can print and publish them by Friday. If not, they will be published in January.
So that is basically a summary of my last week here.