Monthly Archives: March 2005

Forms-a-Go-Go

Got my medical packet on Friday! After some reassurance from the PC LJ Community, I’m not freaking out about it. There are some good recommendations in there, like, oh I don’t know, quitting smoking.

For those of you who don’t know, during the interview, the recruiter asks if there’s anyone in your life who isn’t supportive of serving. My recruiter was somewhat suprised when I said no. I mean, there are people who think I’m being an idiot and who don’t understand, but they’re still smiling, nodding, and telling me to follow my dream. As it turns out, there are more than a few PCVs whose families and friends really disapprove of going off to some foreign country for 27 months, just to make life a little bit better for someone else (esp. someone who’s *gasp* not American).

What brings all this to mind is a conversation I had last night with another girl who’s interested in applying. She’s about to graduate from GW, after spending 5 years in a program to get bother her undergrad and masters in business, but she isn’t ready to get on with the rest of her life. The thought of entering the corporate world is appalling to her, but her parents aren’t willing to listen to any other suggestions. They want her in a nice $60,000 a year job, settled, looking for a husband, and saving for her future. Her father is absolutely furious that she’s considering any other route, and her mother breaks down in tears whenever the girl brings it up. She hasn’t made up her mind yet. How could she?

So thanks, everyone, who’s been supportive. It’s rarer than you know, and I appreciate it.

Sex, Sex, and more Sex

A Texas lawmaker wants to end ribald cheerleading at high school football games and in compeititons. Now call me a product of my times, but, um, what’s the point? Girls with bare midriffs and short skirts are going to inspire lust in their pubescent (and older) counterparts no matter what. How is asking the girls not to get their groove on going to make any sort of difference? (via NDC)

This on the heels of a study that found that teens who pledge abstinence are just as likely to have STDs as those committed to debauchery. Apparantly todays teens don’t equate oral and anal sex with, um, sex.

Round-up

  • One more reason to drink beer.
  • What are those brownies frosted with?

    A teenager has agreed to admit to three counts of disturbing the peace after anonymously sending semen-frosted brownies to a fellow student. The recipient shared the treat with two other teens, police said.

  • Striped Shirts Fucking Rule
  • Supermarket Superhero. Rocky vs. the meat aisle.
  • Watch America World news translated into English. Read with an open mind. I’m saying this as a bleeding-heart liberal. Conservatives beware.

Consider my ass appropriately kicked. Now, where’s my beer?

Kick me.

This week has been all about getting my ass kicked.

Homework, projects, and districts prep kicked my ass last week.
Then districts kicked my ass.
Then meetings kicked my ass.
Then studying kicked my ass.
I just came from midterms kicking my ass.
And I’m sure that tonight’s meeting will kick my ass as well.

MOTHERFUCKER.

Districts were a ton of fun. Flew up to UConn for a few days to get my TBS on. Met a lot of fascinating people (most of whom have facebook stalked me in the last 24 hours). Didn’t sleep at all. Then came home to a lot of meetings that never seemed to end. It was a good trip, though. I’m glad I went, and I met some kids I’ll probably keep in touch with for a while.

Now I’m home and exhausted. I have a project due today which is going to be turned in tomorrow. I have a midterm this afternoon for which I’m only partially prepared. I have four midterms on Thursday, and a few problem sets due. It’s going to be a rough week.

And on that note, I’m off. Pictures to be posted as I steal them from everyone else.

WTF?

Yesterday: 65 degrees. People wearing shorts in downtown Baltimore.

Today: The National Weather service claims a visibility of 1/4 mile, when in reality, the snow in College Park is so thick you can’t see traffic signals more than a few cars ahead of you.

I fucking hate this state.

I think I can. I think I can.

  • My mother is wearing a shirt that I almost bought a week ago. Thank God I didn’t buy it.
  • I’d forgotten how relaxing it is to take the train to. It’s nice to have that dead time to read, doze, do homework, or just catch up on life-in-general. There’s also something that saying “I take the train to work” implies; I’m not sure what it is, but it’s interesting.

Launch

Now that I have my nomination, it’s like everything I’ve been talking about for the last several years has all of a sudden come crashing into reality. It’s not “yeah, I plan on going into the Peace Corps when I graduate, and yeah, Francophone Africa would be neat.” It’s “I’m going to West Africa as a PCV when I graduate.” It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s an enormous shift in the way I look at . . . everything.

Uh . . . this blog will probably be pretty boring for the next few months. If anyone remembers the one I kept before and while studying in France, it really didn’t get interesting until after I’d left. As it turns out, preparations for studying abroad aren’t all that interesting. I don’t imagine my preparations for the Peace Corps will be either, but ya’ never know.