Don't be confused, Texas friends, I'm not referring to Seguin-near-San-Antonio, but in fact to an area of Haiti. A mountainous area. And I'm climbing that mountain today.
It's the senior class retreat. As the senior class homeroom teacher and sponsor, I am dying to go and bond with the 20 seniors. However, a six hour hike up a mountain in Haiti, unpaved road, possibly washed out by recent rains? Nervous, to say the least. I'm not exactly known for my athletic feats.
The hike is the price of admission for a weekend with the seniors. It's a big deal- only two have ever done this hike before. One has never spent the night away from her mom. At a parent conference yesterday, one mom told me, "when I did that hike once, my legs... turned... to wood. Does this translate to English?"
Ben isn't able to go with me, since we didn't have enough substitute teachers. He helped me pack up my little backpack, which now weighs more than I do. Water: check. Rain slicker: check. Junk food and Things Fall Apart, which I am about to start with the freshmen: check. It's supposed to be really cold up there. And no mosquitoes - joy!
I'll be home on Sunday!