Days 8 to 12: Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

I never expected my last blog post to be the last one about my experience teaching Janice, but it was. Day 8 rolled around and I was approached by Clares, Almira's student, who told me Janice had caught chicken pox. Of four at first I was worried because I haven't had chicken pox and I didn't know what to do when Janice came back. (because apparently that's when chicken pox is contagious?) But another thing I didn't expect was for Janice to not be well yet on the last day.

One thing I'm thankful for though, is that I had a bit more time to reflect on what happened this summer, as well as other distractions, mainly preparing for the last day which ma'am put me and Kelly in charge of.

I honestly don't think I understand the gravity of what I did this summer, even if it may not have seemed like such a ground-breaking thing. But looking back on it now, and looking back at how a love for reading was fostered in me, it's a really, really good feeling. My love for reading came mainly from my family -- from my parents who combined parenting and teaching, and my aunt who had a passion for reading. The difference is, Janice most likely did not have what I had. And I guess to a certain extent, because of that I unconsciously tried to strive to be all of that for Janice -- I strove to become good friends with her, I strove to teach her effectively, and I strove to show her how much I loved reading, and to show her that she could not only read, but enjoy it as well.

Our time together may have been cut short, but I honestly think that I did what I could, and I did it sincerely and to the best of my abilities. I'm back living my privileged life, she's back living hers, but I hope I had an impact on her, somehow.