School is starting to suck now.

This week has been painful. Now that I had my Farwell party with my English teachers, which was painful enough, they have started to make me say "goodbye" to my students. I realize that this is the best, saying goodbye to them personally, but it makes the days so much more depressing. Then I can't really read their reactions. Did they know? Do they care? Do they want me out of here? Are they like me and will start crying two weeks after I leave? I'm sure they wonder the same things. Why am I leaving? Why would I leave them? Who will replace me? amongst other questions. I feel like such a cheat going to China when I had planned to stay for three years. I really fear that they'll find out and think I don't care. I have tried to think of good reasons why going to China is better and that makes a perfectly legitimate reason why I HAVE to leave, but it hurts and sucks just the same. The closest I've gotten is that Ron found a job in China as well as me and we both haven't had a job in a while. I know I may not have reached all the students, but I sure hope I got through most. Even half, I'm cool with. Ugh! This is going to be a long, guilt-ridden, suicide-watching week (just kidding on the suicide).