
Remember how you felt on your first day at a new school?
Monday morning at 8.00 am (8.00 pm Sunday for those in EST) we hop off our bicycles and start our first day of classes at the language school where we’ll study for the rest of the year. We’ve had so many first days that this should be routine. Instead we feel like we’re back in the 7th grade. Fortunately, the fears have matured from: What will the other kids think of my new haircut? I wonder if anyone else has this TrapperKeeper? Will this pimple disappear before tomorrow? Now I wonder: Will I forget the little bit of Indonesian that I already know? What if I get called on to pray? Do I have the right pronunciation on the final k, or will I sound funny every time I say it?
Yes, I realize that those are all pretty irrational. We do have some rational stressors, though. We have chosen to start the program in Unit 2 rather than Unit 1. That means that our language coaches will presume that have mastered all the material that we would have covered in that first unit. (I’m sure that we’ll find gaping holes!) And beside the daily grind of class, we’ll have the added stress of leaving Grey at home with our house helpers while we are away. We’ve been warming up to this big separation for the past month or so, and we are confident that they will do well without us. But that doesn’t make it easy, by any means! Even these things are actually quite small. But these little things may distract, discomfort, or even discourage us during these first days.
So, if you remember what it feels like to start a new school, what it feels like hit the ground running in a new direction, and what it feels like to be away from your family for the first time…you’ll know just how we feel Monday morning at 8.00 am. And if you know how we feel, you know that we will need your prayers.
At least I know there will be someone to play with at recess!
Michael
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UPDATE: We are half way through our second week of school, and can honestly say that things are going well. Homework is never fun, but it isn’t too overwhelming yet. Our classmates are encouraging, even if we aren’t the coolest kids in school. And our teachers are really nice (I love a culture where they don’t want to shame you, so even criticism is delivered with a big smile).
But most importantly G is doing really well. The last two days he even said “bye mommy, bye daddy” and gave us great big kisses. It is such an encouragement to have him happy. Last week I would always leave with a heavy heart, but this week my days go by so much easier knowing that G is fine, and even having fun.

yes Michael is the only guy (except for the teacher)