During my final October in Indonesia, every thing had begun to fall into place. One of the big reasons for that was finally having a consistent core group of committed English Club students. They were all 10th graders at the time, and during this particular day, I gave a lesson on pumpkin carving. Students brought in precarious looking kitchen knives wrapped in old news paper that had been sitting in their backpacks all day, to accompany the lumpiest pumpkins that I had ever carved. They had a great time getting messy and making pumpkin faces, but their attention was soon lost when Gangnam Style started leaking from one of their cell phones, we all broke out into dance. I still communicate with these girls and think about them every day.