As of today, I have 22 days left on Catalina Island. I know this because one of my co-workers made me a countdown chain. Does that mean that she is excited to have me gone? Oh god, I am not sure that I am ready to be gone. I might have a nervous breakdown. And then I remember the screaming ADD kids, the cold wetsuits, and teaching the parts of the fish for the 8 millionth time, and I am reminded of why I am leaving. Still, there are times when I am sad to go. Like when Glikin makes a rule about not lifting your own glass to drink and then J. Broz pours beer down my throat until it starts coming out my nose. I don't think that beer was meant to be in your nostrils...

What to do with my last three weeks on the island? I will be on that airplane before I know it, and I will probably be having a nervous breakdown for the 13 straight hours that I am on that airplane. Oh well, tomorrow I think that I will teach the parts of the fish one more time, and then put on a cold wetsuit and chase down some screaming ADD kids. And I will enjoy every second of it.