We have exactly a month left in Niger. Everything we do now is the last time, so everything is bittersweet.
So I'm weepy. Good bye, good bye, and good bye.
Among some of the lasts this week: The end of American Idol, Season 7. David Cook, my dear, go kick some guitar playing butt in the music industry. I haven't been able to get enough of your gorgeous voice and raw emotion, although my family will tell you they have had too much of it. I will miss the weeky dose. I know what it's like to live one's dream. It happened to me. Good bye sports class, it was so sad to have the last class in our trainer's packed-up house. The class has been a weekly highlight for the two years I've been here. I really need her voice to come on the iPod every once in a while (between David Cook songs) and say "hold in them abs." Stefan, you were Mr. Personality during your first piano recital yesterday. The biggest round of applause went to a six-year-old boy who has only been playing five months and pulled off Beethoven. Final bows all aournd.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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