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May. 15th, 2006 11:03 amSo, it's entirely possible that I graduated on Saturday. I have vague memories of wearing a dress, shaking some professors hands, and eating melting cake, but that could mean anything. I keep wondering to myself why I haven't picked out my schedule for next semester, and when I realize it's because I won't be at the next semester, I don't feel the expected glee so much as a long, drawn out sort of ooooooooooooh.
It's kinda nice, but I don't know if I believe it yet.
In other news, I am not going to accept the invitation the Peace Corps issued me for Costa Rica leaving in June. Although my PO knew my weak spot (If you want to go where you're most needed, this is the spot!) I am really not so much qualified to work with youth, children and families at risk, child advocacy, or teenagers. Ugh. Teenagers. Also: Costa Rica. (Herein Costa Rica being shorthand for "Hello, beautiful country that the tourists loooove, throwing their money around to mask serious underlying social problems!) Given the choice, I'd rather deal with somewhere honestly poor, and no veneer of tourist income to deal with. And really, I don't have a whole lot of life experience to call upon working with at-risk populations. I have a lot of knowledge, but I mean, come on. I'm all of twenty-two years old. I have not yet had time to live a life from which I can preach.
So. I'm a little sad, because this may have been my shot at the Spanish speaking world, and it looks like I will be instead going to Eastern Europe or Central Asia (Tajikistan! Kyrgyzstan! the Ukraine! Bosnia! MONGOLIA!) which would be totally awesome, as I have never been to any of these places. BUT. Language flail. They are going to have me learning some ridiculous language like, I don't know, Russian, or Uzbek, or Turkish, and I will once again be reduced to communicating in cracked out charades. Which means, most likely, that I should spend my summer brushing up on my pictonary skills.
Which, incidentally, means I pretty much win at everything.
It's kinda nice, but I don't know if I believe it yet.
In other news, I am not going to accept the invitation the Peace Corps issued me for Costa Rica leaving in June. Although my PO knew my weak spot (If you want to go where you're most needed, this is the spot!) I am really not so much qualified to work with youth, children and families at risk, child advocacy, or teenagers. Ugh. Teenagers. Also: Costa Rica. (Herein Costa Rica being shorthand for "Hello, beautiful country that the tourists loooove, throwing their money around to mask serious underlying social problems!) Given the choice, I'd rather deal with somewhere honestly poor, and no veneer of tourist income to deal with. And really, I don't have a whole lot of life experience to call upon working with at-risk populations. I have a lot of knowledge, but I mean, come on. I'm all of twenty-two years old. I have not yet had time to live a life from which I can preach.
So. I'm a little sad, because this may have been my shot at the Spanish speaking world, and it looks like I will be instead going to Eastern Europe or Central Asia (Tajikistan! Kyrgyzstan! the Ukraine! Bosnia! MONGOLIA!) which would be totally awesome, as I have never been to any of these places. BUT. Language flail. They are going to have me learning some ridiculous language like, I don't know, Russian, or Uzbek, or Turkish, and I will once again be reduced to communicating in cracked out charades. Which means, most likely, that I should spend my summer brushing up on my pictonary skills.
Which, incidentally, means I pretty much win at everything.
