i don't eat enough peanut butter. . .

So getting on the plane over 50 days ago, i had a problem. my suitcases weighed too much. a lot too much. but i couldn't give up the peanut butter! so, i carried stuff in my arms and only giving up one grape jelly, i got to move on to boarding.

now i realize, i just wish i had some fruit snacks. i have MAYBE eaten 1.5 cups of peanut butter. that's rounding up. so my 3 unopened jars are collecting dust (k maybe mold. . .) in the cupboard and wanting to find new homes. So, i think i pawned one to Kelsey. I think i have some willing consumers in Mampong. I just don't eat enough peanut butter. Sorry mom.

well, after trying to organize my room so Charity can find her way onto my side of the room to do her hair in the mornings, i realized how much of Ghana i am bringing home. NO WAY that peanut butter will fit. I'm so excited about the things i've collected and the memories they hold. i can't believe i've lived in Africa for nearly two months now. Sorry America, i know it was your birthday and all, but i kinda don't want to come home yet. YET. i am looking forward to a nice glass of ice cold lemonade.

but with two weeks to go, our group sat down and made some goals. Mine? prepare this jss 2 class for their test. I want them to have confidence in their test taking skills, not only their recollection and understanding. I feel like they are so concerned about how to write the test, they overwhelm themselves to the point of overall confusion. so, go back at night. keep up on correcting their exercises. give them lot's of example questions and start to link their courses and understanding together. oh. and learn all their names again. i forgot some and i feel bad. . .

So it's revision week this and next week. we are supposed to be finished with the scheme of work. HA. not funny. i have at least 2 lessons to go. . . so hopefully i can get it done this week and review with them next. pray we have school all this week. it would make for our second or third full school week we have had since arriving in mid-May. crazy. it's been better now that they can't complain that they're tired from staying up too late watching Ghana in the world cup. . . oh yeah. that loss was SAD. ghana was sad. i was sad. watching Papa screaming and rolling on the floor cheering for his Black Stars, then seeing his look of disappointment, heartbreaking.

So the 4th of July in Ghana was fun. we got together and boiled corn on the cob, had watermelon, guacamole (thanks mom) and Lemonade! it was a little taste of home. we listened to our Americana music while enjoying the Sunday afternoon. Oh- Hollie even had pop rocks- fireworks for our mouths :D Not the same as those illegal ones i'm sure my brothers found time to sneak in between the cop drive-bys but hey, good for an African style Fourth of July.

well, let the countdown begin. ahh! or not. i don't wanna know.

love you all