Passport Panic

Today was a hectic day running around getting all my things together when in the midst of it all, I realized I didn’t have my passport. The first thought that ran through my mind was, “Oh god my dad told me to look for this last week!” and the second, more of a feeling, was of complete and utter depression. I knew I was extremely excited to participate in NISWARTH, but I didn’t realize how completely committed to the cause I truly was until I almost had it ripped away from me in that moment. What I knew so far about the trip flashed before my eyes and I realized that I wanted to be a part of this more than I ever realized. I could smell the spices, see the colors and hear the bustle of the streets. I imagined the children, them so interested in me and I so intrigued by them, learning from one another almost uncontrollably; and finally I imagined my nine other peers and group of supportive faculty that I would miss out on conversing with. Unable to stand the idea any longer I gathered up the courage to give Mr. Mundra and call and after releasing my burst of frustration, I was reassured that he had my passport safe and sound with him and that I would see him tomorrow. Almost instantaneously one million pounds were released from my shoulders as a slow and steady smile spread across my face. At that moment it became real. I am going to India! - Julianna