Friends, you are home. Back in the States, back in Canada, back in places you knew so well but which maybe now seem foreign to you. We have a couple more blog updates to give before we say goodbye to this small semester chronicle we've compiled together.
From the beginning, I think we've always known very well what the end would be like. For the students, this looks like a last week of jamming their fingertips into their keyboards and praying that an ISP project came out. For the staff, it is a time to craft opportunities to contemplate the semester creatively and uniquely.
The week really started with the end of the ISP projects. A few people from the community were invited, presentations were given on various topics, and a nice dinner was enjoyed by all following. Topics were NZ Forestry, Art and Culture, Oral Tradition and Story, and Suicide in Samoa and New Zealand. I was proud to make an appearance as a dog in Brett and Christy's presentation. I tackled and scratched Brett to death (he was a kokako). I was also proud of the students as they presented topics they'd been considering throughout their time here.
Some people slept outside on the deck and had a nice sunrise to wake up to the following morning. We spent a slow morning at the schoolhouse, packed up and headed back to Knock Na Gree for an afternoon to rest or head into the city to do some last minute sightseeing or shopping.
The third debrief session was a time for staff and students to discuss what returning to places everybody left in January means. The outlooks, world views, opinions, and thoughts of everyone on the program have undergone stress, change, and sometimes renewal. How will these changes be viewed by family and friends? How in the world is the Story of the semester going to be retold? What has been learned here?
For staff, this particular time was a highlight in our involvement with these students. Hearing students retell the impacts of this semester on their lives, the practicality of changes of lifestyle or thought they perceive in returning, and lessons they have learned this semester is full of meaning for us.
The truth of returning is that memories of the semester, the thoughts unique to it, and the small shifts in thought and character that may have occurred throughout may be elusive. Life will have its way of continuing, people will have their way of forgetting, and soon enough this experience will be distant enough to feel foreign again when it once was known as home. The debrief week was a chance to take a short look at what has happened here and to continue thinking about it. It marks neither the beginning or the end of these thoughts.
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