Egg.

So here I am, one week away from coming home. I still distinctly remember the first day at The Crossing, silently tip-toeing my way around the house trying to escape from all the strangers who were all way louder and rambunctious. They still tell me they noticed the horror on my face the first few days of school. I hardly said a word. But it didn't take long to feel part of the group, everyone was awesome... they're still all awesome.

And now it's time to leave them all. For the past two weeks I've been extremely excited to go home, but today I woke up and felt all my organs tightening inside my body, and my stomach was squeezing out of my mouth.

The last semester of school (6 weeks) has been great. The lecture lineup was as perfect as could be, and I learned a lot. Outside of class; JB, Joel and I started a football league to celebrate autumn and tomorrow is the championship game. Everyone has their advantages. JB is the big, tall guy with long reach. Joel is the super sturdy, hard-running player, and I'm the speedy guy who usually comes last out of us three, but I hold my own, I always make it really close.

Tomorrow will be my last time attending the Geraldine church. I've finished up my ministries in Kids Alive and Timaru Youth Group with a bang. Both groups of kids said they learned a lot from the Capernwray guys, so that's cool. This last week of school will be debrief sessions and lots of cleaning. We've finished up all of our book reports and random papers and so now we'll just focus on making sure we avoid Post Capernwray Blues as much as possible.