Everyday is an emotional rollercoaster for me. I teach classes in the morning—I’m happy and energetic. I attend a lecture on Palestine (or agent orange in Vietnam or the state of Iraqi hospitals, or something equally difficult) and I leave in tears. Then I go to a poetry workshop (or art class) which makes me nostalgic and creative. I lay in the pool—relaxed. I hold a debate workshop and am nervous. Yet satisfied and excited that it went so well. I stress over planning lessons and events. I drink in the sports bar and dance—happy, tired. Never in my life have I felt so many emotions in such a short time. Being so busy I also have very little time to digest everything that is happening to me and everything that I am experiencing. I think it will take months after I get back for me to understand and fully comprehend my life right now.