Frustration

I am pissed off this morning. Not at anything in particuliar. I have no reason to be pissed off up here, I am lucky to have this experience but I have pissed feelings, none the less. We went up to the Mountain, (the name for IICD in Mass.) , yesterday and had a lovely day. We met with Jitte (you-tah), the headmaster and talked about the history of Humana.



...okay, that was a couple of days ago. The day ended up being wonderful. After meeting with Jitte, we had the rest of the day to ourselves and so I sketched and read and journaled and hung out with some Brazilian and Japenese friends. Dinner was served at 6 or 7 pm and afterwards there was a party for the Febuary team, who was getting ready to go to Africa, after having been training at the mountain for six months. The party involved questions about Africa and questions about teammates, to see what they had learned over the six month course. Jitte then read aloud a letter she had written about thier team which was impressive to me. She talked about thier struggles fundraising and how at one point they didn't know if they were going to make it. They pulled through at the end and raised the money needed. It was a very honest appraisal of what actually happens and not just flowery words. My team went home after the party.