That’s me apparently.
I really hope I am. So next thing is I get an official offer letter (which will help me get the correct visa on arrival), some extra information about logistics and a lovely welcome:
‘That is fantastic news! You will be a great addition to the CWF family and your students will be very lucky to have you as their teacher’
I care not if the recruiter says this to all the volunteers. It makes me feel valued. I haven’t felt valued for a very long time. I want to do a good job with the project. I know it sounds cheesy, but I really did come to realise very quickly in Vietnam how much it can add to language learning to have contact with a native speaker. Whilst I’m sure there will be massive and significant differences between Cambodian and Vietnamese students, I suspect the hunger to learn English to improve the breadth of opportunities available to them will be a constant. I hope I can in some small way make a positive difference to some of the students I meet at least. Until I went to Vung Tau I’d never considered myself to be a valuable commodity just because I’m a native English speaker, but there I was constantly in demand from locals keen to practise their English and spend time with me. I even got a wedding invite, now that was an adventure! (Not a proposal though, went as a guest, just to be clear)
Now of course the fear kicks in. The heat, the unknown, the communal aspects, my rusty skills, my decrepit physique, culture shock, can I do it, what was I thinking? Can I afford it even? Oh well, feel the fear and do it anyway. That’s how the saying goes isn’t it? Something like that anyway. One thing is for sure though, if I don’t, I’ll never know.