
There is definitely a kink in my plan. Remember how we were going to Cleveland? Well now, surprise surprise, we have no idea where we’re going. Headquarters is freaking out because our funding is cut for next year so 80% of the entire NCCC Corps is being shipped back down to the gulf for the remainder of our term of service. Rumors are surfacing about a tent in fema tent city, New Orleans to house 500 various AmeriCorps members. Basically, we don’t know where we’re going, who we’re going to be working with, what we are doing, or for how long. In fact, spring break could be changed or cancelled. I might not get to see David. I really can’t bare the thought of it.
Talk about becoming more flexible. I am sad about not going to Cleveland and not getting to work with Habitat, but if this is really where we’re needed I’ll go; I’ll be more flexible and learn to accept change and by the end of this year, I won’t be phased if a bomb lands on my house and everything I own is destroyed resulting in me quitting graduate school, dating a hobo, and becoming a tattoo artist who sells hats I’ve made on the side. I’ll try to keep you posted with various uncertain information.
Today I had one of those "I can't believe I'm actually in AmeriCorps" moments. I worked at a black history month swim meet in DC timing kids swimming relay races. Hundreds of little children in bathing suits, speedos, and aquaman suits swimming with shake that laffy taffy in the background, and me with a stopwatch and really long khaki shorts on. It was surreal
On a funny note, we all went out to eat the other day, and the waitress was handing us our drinks. Christina, meaning to say “thanks for being so sweet” says “thanks for being so straight,” and then gives the waitress the thumbs up. What? On top of everything the poor woman had really short hair.
P.S. grey's anatomy is my favorite show, and I want to marry George. Why doesn't Meredith just get it together and see what a handsome wonderful man he really is?













