May 31, 2009

Saying goodbye to the school was a long and painful process. I got attached to those children. I know their names, their personalities, their mood swings. I will miss them.
The morning assembly on my last day of school.

Teachers sitting in the shade.

We had a small celebration on my last day. We exhibited our art, played our music.

This is wife of the school principle.
On the morning of my last day I went to school to take our last pictures. This is my grade 8. Yusupha, one of my all time favorites, mad at me for going. He was angry and upset.

Musa. my host-brother, and Samba, our new-elected head boy.

Binta being sad...

Demba being sad...

I was very sad myself. The day before some girls come to my compound and brought me some baobabs so I can take them to America to show American people.

This is Oumie:

Binta, Oumie and Khaddy:

Hawa, my favorite student: Mama, my great friend and student:

Our last group shot.

oh... Sambang.... I will miss you.