|The cousins four years later.|
We headed back and my parents prepared to send my sister and I to boarding school at Faith Academy in Manila. My sister was in 9th grade and I was 11th. So by now, I'm on my third type of schooling in three years - homeschool, public school for 10th grade where the geometry teacher was wowed by whoever had taught me Algebra, and 11th boarding. My mom took little credit for my Algebra teaching, she figured she was no good at it, so it must have been God who got me through all that.
I would have to say Faith Academy and my 6th and 8th grade years were my absolute favorite school years. Not that I did well. I did awful in Chemistry despite the fact that my lab partner was got straight A's and helped me study. I almost failed that class. But the family type atmosphere was great for me. Everyone was away from home except those whose parents worked in Manila. We all knew what it was like to be so far from our parents and consequently, it seemed to me, treated each other as siblings.
The end of that year I was so excited to come back for my senior year. It would be so much fun. Plus it would be my first time ever to do two school years in a row at the same school. That meant a lot to me. I had a best friend and she and I and two others were in a Bible study with one of the elementary teachers. It was a great time of growth for me.
If I remember right, my dad came to get my sister and I. On the way home he told us that we were heading to the U.S. It seems we hadn't understood or he had waited to tell us that my mom was very sick.
Because it wasn't furlough time yet, we stayed "on duty" as it were. We moved to the Bible school in the town where I was born. It was a different building. My dad would be the teacher for the prayer program while we figured out what was up with Mom. Nothing was making sense. We didn't know what her sickness was.