I never finished writing this one.

Apparently the only time that I get to write blogs is during "Love Comes Softly" movies. Everyone dies and everyone falls in love. They enunciate clearly and say corny and fluffy things to each other. Here I am, sitting next to my husband Michael, and we are enthralled. This creep is sitting behind "Mrs. Lahaye," and I would like him to go away because I'm not over "Willie's" death yet.

Next Wednesday, we are going on a school trip to Alexandria. We're going to the library, the citadel, and some other place. We will also be able to go swimming. (I wonder how that's going to work out because swimming times for girls and guys at the school are different.) I'm looking forward to it. On Thursday night, we're starting our spring break by leaving for Zewak, which is the village in Upper Egypt where about 20 of our students live. I'm really looking forward to going because it will be so different from anything that I have seen. The guy SMs went to Zewak in November, and they came back with a lot of stories and new experiences. The students are SO excited for us to come, and I am really looking forward to see where they come from. Some of them... like Ashraf... I would just love to see where he comes from. He is the most sanguine ninth grader who is always smiling (and talking) who will one day be a smooth-talker, except for his grammar. He reminds us of one of those cute hyper little dogs that you can't help but love. He is one that just astounds me sometimes. I will be in the middle of teaching something, and Ashraf will come right up to my desk with a specific question on his homework that was due three days ago. Seriously? If he's talking too much during class and I subtract points from him, he says, "God forgive you, Miss." There's no point in trying to logic with him and convince him that God is not going to do whatever he wants God to do. I just love Ashraf... and all the rest. If I tried to explain these students to you... it wouldn't work, and it makes me sad. I'm so grateful to have other SMs here that understand. We joke about how we will just be able to text each other "Dawood" or "Chaleng" or any other student's name and we will crack up. Oh, I never want to forget.