There have been many experiences that I could write about while being here in Kenya. I almost feel like it isn’t sufficient enough to write because all of the emotions and feelings that I have felt cannot be expressed fully.First, I should point out my reasons for coming to Taru. I came to teach the students, to learn about the culture, and help others in need. It is interesting, and not surprising, to find out that while changing (or attempting to) others, I have changed myself and my views on the world.One particular happening stands out for now. I was teaching class two (second grade) at Bahakwenu Primary School. I was attempting to teach multiplication tables. At first this task was exceptionally difficult. The language barrier and mathematical concept of multiplication were so foreign to them. After minutes (that seemed like hours) the light bulb went off in the students. They started screaming, “yes sir, yes sir” and answering correctly. It was so fulfilling that I screamed out loud and started cheering. The feeling that I had accomplished something—that I was truly teaching them, gave my whole body chills. It thrilled me to finally see the kids learn. They are so eager to learn. They work so hard to achieve good grades in school. Their example has not only strengthened me, but has given me an idea of what honest, hard work, passion, and eagerness - particularly in education, means.