So, I'm freakin out.
I leave portland in a week and a half. This is my home! I can't leave! stupid. I'm going through this thing where I keep getting all frustrated when friends are too tired, or forget, or busy to hang out... i know i can't expect them to drop everything and hang out with me, but I know after drive away Oct. 3, I'll never see 90% of them again, which is really sad, because the friends i have up here have become my family. They're the people i live with, and have thanksgiving and new year's with... but the difference is friends are a lot easier to lose track of than family. This whole life i have will be gone when i come back, if i do come back to portland. It's really scary, and depressing.
and people keep calling me noble and brave shit like that, which makes me uncomfortable, because i'm not. If i really wanted to help people or save the world or whatever, i wouldn't do it by joining the peace corps. I mean, i do want to help people, but i have no illusions about being successful. I don't know how i'll even be able to teach, because not only will i have to teach in another language, i have to teach science in another language. Science already has so much specific vocab as to shut a lot of people out, and make it scary to learn, and i know that vocab. I won't even know what i'm talking about over there. and as for the brave thing.... I don't feel brave, i feel more like crazy and i don't know. something else. stupid?
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Rebecca (Boxes) Goes to Lesotho to Learn Some Kids About Sci-wow-ence and Maths!
p.s. This blog does not in any way reflect or represent the views of the American Peace Corps.
About Me
- Rebecca
- I like science, cheese, whiskey, glitter, mud, the ocean, dancing, and people.
My Address
send me letters!
Dearest Miss Rebecca Reilly
P.O. BOx 120
Thaba-Tseka 550
Lesotho,
Southern Africa
(make sure you write Southern Africa, not South Africa, or, surprisingly enough, the letters will be sent to an entirely different country! one named "South Africa")
if you send a package, write "jesus loves you" or something on them to instill the fear of god in customs officials or make the package as unappealing as possible to pillage.
Dearest Miss Rebecca Reilly
P.O. BOx 120
Thaba-Tseka 550
Lesotho,
Southern Africa
(make sure you write Southern Africa, not South Africa, or, surprisingly enough, the letters will be sent to an entirely different country! one named "South Africa")
if you send a package, write "jesus loves you" or something on them to instill the fear of god in customs officials or make the package as unappealing as possible to pillage.
1 comment:
Heh, you're gonna see me again, Goddamnit...even thought I was one of those assholes who kept missing your going away shindigs...
Yeah, Africa's gonna be crazy and I think the "brave" also implies "stupid", like, you must be so brave to do such a stupid thing like go to Afica...but really, what else were you going to do? You're young, it's your time to be stupid and brave...or bravely stupid...?
Anyway, you know how much fun and hardship going abroad is. It toughens you up and gives you great stories. Putting youself in stressful situations makes you grow and evolve and to be honest, I am SO jealous of your opportunity to go somewhere new and start over, it sounds awful and amazing at the same time. <3
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