Saturday night through to this Monday morning displayed thunder and lightening storms of ferocious intensity and downpours to wash out the road and make pasture land look more like ponds then grazing fields. I wondered whether my taxi driver would be able to make it. A little late, his car caked with mud and tires that looked like chocolate donuts he puttered up to camp. He announced that he would never leave me stranded. I am indebted. We loaded up and slowly made our way through the water sodden roads often solely defined by the fence posts on both sides.

This is the last class. Roxanna delivered both lesson 29 and 30. The children were intrigued to learn that they can capture photos or graphics from outside etoys and bring them in to resize, trace and utilize in their projects.

Geovany was back. His grandmother had been released from the hospital and he is elated that he has the opportunity to relish her presence in his life in the days ahead. He is also so happy to here for this last class together.

I finished interviewing and photographing the remaining children. It is gratifying to hear in their own words how meaningful our time together has been to them. Over and over they have individually expressed how important and enjoyable these last six weeks have been. They all feel that this has been a positive and rewarding experience and hope that they will be able to continue learning and exploring in the future.

The emphasis now is on fine-tuning their stories. Plans are in place to allow them the chance to work on them a few afternoons a week under Roxanna’s, Geovany’s, David’s and the peace corps’ workers tutelage. They will then have the opportunity to vote on the stories that they feel best represent them and their collective work at the web-conference that is planned for the end of October. The prospect of participating in that conference is very exciting to all of the children.

We ended our last class by awarding certificates of completion of the etoys course. Each child beamed as I called out their name and they came forward to accept it. I also presented the mentors with certificates of mentoring excellence. Their faces too were swollen with pride and surprise as they accepted them. No one wanted to fold or crumple them. They were honored and grateful so delighted in having a concrete recognition of their hard work and accomplishments.

The taxi pulled up and the children knew that our time together was drawing to an end. They reluctantly shut down their XO’s and packed them into the boxes. The boys clamored to be the ones to carry the boxes out to the waiting taxi for the last time. Driving off I was followed by a parade of the children running along side or on their bikes waving and calling out their good byes over and over until we reached the bend in the road and slipped out of sight.

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