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My first weekend escape was with two fellow volunteers to Sihanoukville, a highly recommended beach town about four hours car ride from Phnom Penh (technically six, but we had an overzealous driver). After a rough week of stifling humidity, excessive sweating, and breathing in smog, I was definitely anticipating paradise
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I’ll be honest – I did not know what I was doing on my first day of class. I was wholly unprepared for the realities of teaching, and slightly worried about whether I was qualified enough to provide value to the children. Despite my insecurities, giving up or half-assing this
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Today I learned that teaching is an art. Not to say that I previously thought it was easy, but I also did not think I would struggle as much as I did: I’m smart and I know the English language very well, so it should only make sense that I’d
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After learning about Cambodia’s terrible history and the suffering of its people, I arrived at the Center of Children’s Happiness with a solemn heart. I was worried I would face a residual sadness, a consuming hopelessness or worse, a jaded outlook on life from the children. I couldn’t have been more
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We grow up hearing about all the terrible things that happen in the world. I’m sure many of us have at least witnessed one in some shape or form. There is a lot of kindness surrounding us, but there is also evil, and which side we are most exposed to