Wednesday in particular was a day of high emotions and sad goodbyes. Sometimes you don't realize how much people have touched you until it is time to leave them. We have met so many wonderful children and teachers during our time at New Kabaale and I feel as though I should be beginning my second week, not ending my last. I have just hit my stride at the school- I have found where I fit in. When we arrived in Kampala I thought that 4 weeks would be a long time at the school, but now I just wish that I could have 4 more. Even though the end feels abrupt for me I know that life at New Kabaale will carry on. The tenacity of the students, their thirst for knowledge, their abundant cheerfulness and their hope for the future in infectious The best that I can hope for is that in some small way I have touched these children- as they have touched me.
Crying on the last day
The special farewell lunch they prepared for us
Us and the New Kabaale Staff
Molly and Paul came to see us off on our last day
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