Cambodia

I’ve
woken up early again.
The
sun is peeking out over the trees as it is ascending into the sky.
Exhaustion
hits my body with full force.
My
clothes are damp; beads of sweat are already rolling down my face.
This
is not what I signed up for.

I
break my fast with another foreign meal, only to hope that my stomach can withstand
it.
My
lesson plans have vanished and I don’t even know who I’ll be teaching today.
The
day is already taking a toll on me.
When
will it all be over?

I
walk outside, trudging down the street to the school.
From
a distance, the sound of jubilant laughter from children can already be heard.

Today
might not be so bad.
It
might just be one of the best days of my life. It just might be.