It is sometimes best to just jump back in. (JUMP)
I have applied to the Peace Corps. Have I said that? Well, some things fall into place tomorrow with all that. I hear whether or not I have been nominated. This just means that I go on to the next step of more in depth medical information, background checks, etc. After all that is approved then I can be put up for various jobs and then "invited". The invitation might not come for many many months though. If I get a position I will most likely have a departure date in April, May or June 2010.
Gervais thinks I'm going to Botswana
I think I am going to Ukraine or Lesotho.
Alix wants me to serve in Spartanburg. haha.
More when I find out tomorrow.
Showing posts with label Peace Corps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peace Corps. Show all posts
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Send ME
Perspective.
It turns my worries and cries into dust and chafe.
I am not a German student, worried about life/death in the classroom. Nor am I a student in Alabama wondering what made my classmate act in such disastrous ways.
My search for food does not involve treacherous travel or self depreciating acts, as in Zimbabwe. I simply go to a grocery store.
I listened to an NPR story the other day about aid workers. Instead of it being about their experiences abroad it was all about their experiences when they returned to their homes after helping others. I almost had to pull over to wipe tears from my face. Really. Most of the people interviewed expressed pain and confusion when faced with something as simple as ice.
The story was relevant to the times I'm in right now. I'm filling out an application for the Peace Corps. I have a deep, constant feeling that I am here to serve others, and I was scared to think about where I might be sent or what I would experience, but now I'm worried that the 2 years of service will go by too quickly and I won't be able to find myself when I return.
It turns my worries and cries into dust and chafe.
I am not a German student, worried about life/death in the classroom. Nor am I a student in Alabama wondering what made my classmate act in such disastrous ways.
My search for food does not involve treacherous travel or self depreciating acts, as in Zimbabwe. I simply go to a grocery store.
I listened to an NPR story the other day about aid workers. Instead of it being about their experiences abroad it was all about their experiences when they returned to their homes after helping others. I almost had to pull over to wipe tears from my face. Really. Most of the people interviewed expressed pain and confusion when faced with something as simple as ice.
The story was relevant to the times I'm in right now. I'm filling out an application for the Peace Corps. I have a deep, constant feeling that I am here to serve others, and I was scared to think about where I might be sent or what I would experience, but now I'm worried that the 2 years of service will go by too quickly and I won't be able to find myself when I return.
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