It’s getting to be the home stretch here and I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I returned from Kuala Lumpur and was notified by one of the student staff at the teacher center that a book may be missing. I had them do a full inventory and we found eight books missing. It’s a shot to the solar plexus. Of course, we don’t really know if the books were nicked while I was gone or during one of the workshops we had. Hmm. Another step in a direction I didn’t want to think too much about.
I also received a text message from another Fellow on Java:
Showed up to work today, they completely emptied out the english dept and moved to a new building. I hv no clue where my stuff is. Wish they told me b4 so i could keep all my papers/books safe. Welcome back to reality!:)
Part of this ill communication may be because another Fellow is not replacing her there. The word has been that no Fellow is replacing another Fellow at the same institution; we have also been ‘warned’ that relations between us and the host institution may be cool. Definitely cool for my colleague. My university has been fabulous and I’m gearing up for a little song and dance in Bugis language to keep the kids laughing. I’ll be singing for about 300 people!
It’s already too late for me now as I’m still running on sleep deficit from travelling. The fungus has retreated and now I’ve got a bit of impetigo. Will this never stop? Bali on the 21st…