The past week was emotional, to say the least.

Pains shoots through my foot almost every time I step on it, and I'm supposed to dance in the ballet show this Saturday. It has turned green and purple now.

Every night we wait to see where the next bomb could be placed, while the rebel group in the north "Fatah el- Islam" retaliate against the Lebanese Army. Who invited those guys to this country anyway?

I was robbed from my office this week. I just hope that the student that took my money really needed it.

At work, I said goodbye to the grade 12 students, who now begin their month-long study at home, in preparation for the official exams. I have grown to love some of them especially, as we walked through the past two years together, dealing with all things psychological, emotional, and spiritual. It was really hard on Thursday to keep from crying.

These are but 3 events in the week that took their toll on me. However, I am thankful as always to be in Beirut, close to family and friends, watching and waiting to see where God takes me next (and I don't necessarily mean physically).

Grade 12 of LES: my office is always open to you.