The Most Gloomy Friday

I was very aware of what little time I had left with the kids at preschool, so I was playing with everyone when I got the chance. We played matching games, we talked about our families, and the kids tried to teach me some colors and numbers in Gaelic. One of the girls, Emily, really liked me and drew me a picture of me with half of a butterfly. Don't ask me why there's only half, I don't really know. 

You best believe I brought it back to America

On the way home, I noticed the sky doing what it does so often, dark clouds on one half of the sky, and clear and sunny on the other. It's so bizarre. But this time, as I walked home towards the cloudy side, out of no where it started to down pour. I protected my new drawing, but I was amazed when even the sun moved to my side, it was still raining!

You can see the clock tower on my campus

I ran home and changed out of my wet clothes. After a little lunch and some messing around on the computer. I realized that now would be a pretty decent time to go through papers I had and the things I had hanging up to see what could be tossed. It was sad to watch my room slowly become more bare. It was like watching a part of me slowly fade away. And, in a way, that was what was happening.