In a couple of days, 2012 is officially over. 2012, one of my favorite years in history. A lot of firsts happened this year, and those firsts are all wonderful, fantastic beginnings.
A short list:
1. My first internship.
2. My first of a total of three scholarships.
3. My first time having medical and dental insurance.
4. My first time doing yoga/pilates.
5. My first time living full time in a hotel.
6. My first time attending online classes, and my first time attending a state university.
7. My first time in the President's Honor Roll.
8. My first time being reall happy in a romantic relationship.
I'm ready for 2013, if 2013 is anywhere close to being as fabulous as 2012, I'm walking into the new year with a bottle of Champagne.
Stories and letters of a Virgo.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
hobbies
It's a sad thought bubble that popped up in my head, when I realized I don't have any hobbies, or anything really, to do to de-stress from my life. Sure I'm a busy lady. I go to school full time, work full time, and starting January, I'm going to start my part time job with the Advisory Board Council.
Work, work, work.
Really, I'm working constantly so I can avoid the unlit, muggy corners of my soul, the fractured pieces of my dark heart.
Someone once told me reading isn't a hobby, because it's just another way for me to avoid myself and my own issues. True, true. What better way to indulge in avoidism than reading about other people's messy, unfortunate lives?
I did yoga, pilates, and fusion classes for most of the year last year and the beginning of this year. And then I went back to school, changed jobs, got an internship, got 2 promotions and amassed more responsibilities at work and met someone who cracked open my insular life to let a few more people in.
Yoga, I miss it. But with school in the horizon until the summer without the security of tuition fee getting paid in full, I can't even begin to think about buying a yoga membership. Or any membership for that matter. Besides, I'm morally opposed to spending money on hobbies. I'd rather spend the money on any of my causes.
This should be my goal for 2013, find a hobby that fulfills me in ways nothing else can.
Work, work, work.
Really, I'm working constantly so I can avoid the unlit, muggy corners of my soul, the fractured pieces of my dark heart.
Someone once told me reading isn't a hobby, because it's just another way for me to avoid myself and my own issues. True, true. What better way to indulge in avoidism than reading about other people's messy, unfortunate lives?
I did yoga, pilates, and fusion classes for most of the year last year and the beginning of this year. And then I went back to school, changed jobs, got an internship, got 2 promotions and amassed more responsibilities at work and met someone who cracked open my insular life to let a few more people in.
Yoga, I miss it. But with school in the horizon until the summer without the security of tuition fee getting paid in full, I can't even begin to think about buying a yoga membership. Or any membership for that matter. Besides, I'm morally opposed to spending money on hobbies. I'd rather spend the money on any of my causes.
This should be my goal for 2013, find a hobby that fulfills me in ways nothing else can.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
A short reading list
I found a few new blogs that I find absolutely delightful...
www.lovelifeeat.com by Felicia Sullivan and www.eatthelove.com, coincidentally both blogs are focused on food and baking.
I had a short-lived career as a baker and there's always going to be a part of me that is going to want to bake. I sublimate that desire through reading cookbooks, food blogs, and endlessly looking at the masterful sugar creations at my job.
One of my great luck in life is having a horse-powered metabolism. I'm one of those annoying girls who eat everything off a buffet table, and the dessert table and is still hungry a few hours later. But as I get older, and more conscious of my consumption, I realize I don't need to eat so much. In fact, my needs and wants are very few and I prefer to keep it that way.
To taste my self-control, I look at the beautiful pastries at different bakeries. Somehow, looking at them fulfills a need that I have, I'm not quite sure what it is but it works for me.
www.lovelifeeat.com by Felicia Sullivan and www.eatthelove.com, coincidentally both blogs are focused on food and baking.
I had a short-lived career as a baker and there's always going to be a part of me that is going to want to bake. I sublimate that desire through reading cookbooks, food blogs, and endlessly looking at the masterful sugar creations at my job.
One of my great luck in life is having a horse-powered metabolism. I'm one of those annoying girls who eat everything off a buffet table, and the dessert table and is still hungry a few hours later. But as I get older, and more conscious of my consumption, I realize I don't need to eat so much. In fact, my needs and wants are very few and I prefer to keep it that way.
To taste my self-control, I look at the beautiful pastries at different bakeries. Somehow, looking at them fulfills a need that I have, I'm not quite sure what it is but it works for me.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Really...
Forever the introvert, I went to a Christmas party and left less than an hour later. I wanted some "me" time, more than anything. I worked over eight hours today with a 5-minute break. Such is the life of a manager, you get paid more, but you give up small luxuries such as taking a break or eating your lunch.
I was smart, I ate a big breakfast burrito filled with vegetables on a sprouted wheat tortilla. My blood sugar stayed even throughout my very long day and I didn't get "hangry." I may not be good with other intuitive nudges in my life but when it comes to feeding myself, I've grown quite familiar with the plains and hills of my blood sugar.
After leaving the party, I drove over to the pub I always frequent. The place where I always feel warm and welcome. As luck would have it, they had crab cakes on the specials. Crab cakes are one of life's most beautiful creations. Eating my vegetables first, a few bites of potatoes next, and then the crab cakes. Intuitively, I should have had just one crab cake. I had two and a half squares of rice cripies and a handful of white chocolate popcorn at the party I left. I'm learning how to eat at the 70%, 75% (level) at the most, just like the Japanese.
But I was exhausted, tired, worn out. I filled the empty, dark spaces in my soul with food again. Really, I should be happy/ecstatic. Talking to my friend about all of this year's bounty and graces and I pretty much won the lottery. All the scholarship money, growing my hourly rate 6 dollars, my fabulous insurance, and all the wonderful people I've known and met this year...
Really, I should be happy/ecstatic but most days I just fell left out, like the bus moved on without me when I was standing in front of the queue the whole time.
I was smart, I ate a big breakfast burrito filled with vegetables on a sprouted wheat tortilla. My blood sugar stayed even throughout my very long day and I didn't get "hangry." I may not be good with other intuitive nudges in my life but when it comes to feeding myself, I've grown quite familiar with the plains and hills of my blood sugar.
After leaving the party, I drove over to the pub I always frequent. The place where I always feel warm and welcome. As luck would have it, they had crab cakes on the specials. Crab cakes are one of life's most beautiful creations. Eating my vegetables first, a few bites of potatoes next, and then the crab cakes. Intuitively, I should have had just one crab cake. I had two and a half squares of rice cripies and a handful of white chocolate popcorn at the party I left. I'm learning how to eat at the 70%, 75% (level) at the most, just like the Japanese.
But I was exhausted, tired, worn out. I filled the empty, dark spaces in my soul with food again. Really, I should be happy/ecstatic. Talking to my friend about all of this year's bounty and graces and I pretty much won the lottery. All the scholarship money, growing my hourly rate 6 dollars, my fabulous insurance, and all the wonderful people I've known and met this year...
Really, I should be happy/ecstatic but most days I just fell left out, like the bus moved on without me when I was standing in front of the queue the whole time.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
envy
Some things I'll never learn--for instance, never look up your rival online. No matter how juicy and compelling her LinkedIn profile looks like, just don't give in.
Too late.
She's that girl I've always thought I should be. She goes horseback riding for one thing, and I try not to scream with envy. Her resume boasts of places where I would kill to work, and her titles--her business titles, they just drip with cash, benefits, and the luxe life--none of which I have or own.
I should be better than this, but I'm really not.
I'm an accomplished woman, in my own way. I've won journalism and creative writing awards. I've won lucrative scholarships. I'm a philantrophist (in my own small ways), and I'm a prolific investor. And yet, and yet--the envy pangs are eating away at my kidneys, and most especially, my heart.
My heart, my heart.
My gratefulness for all of my life's blessings disappeared in a wink. I heard news that I'm hired as a Student Advisory Board Leader for the next three quarters--effectively sealing scholarship money for my last year in college.
I feel like an ungrateful little witch.
Truly, the universe and the gods have multiplied my blessings, and here I am whining about some lady who has no idea who I am.
Endlessly comparing myself to others will poison the well of my own happiness--something to remember and keep to heart.
Too late.
She's that girl I've always thought I should be. She goes horseback riding for one thing, and I try not to scream with envy. Her resume boasts of places where I would kill to work, and her titles--her business titles, they just drip with cash, benefits, and the luxe life--none of which I have or own.
I should be better than this, but I'm really not.
I'm an accomplished woman, in my own way. I've won journalism and creative writing awards. I've won lucrative scholarships. I'm a philantrophist (in my own small ways), and I'm a prolific investor. And yet, and yet--the envy pangs are eating away at my kidneys, and most especially, my heart.
My heart, my heart.
My gratefulness for all of my life's blessings disappeared in a wink. I heard news that I'm hired as a Student Advisory Board Leader for the next three quarters--effectively sealing scholarship money for my last year in college.
I feel like an ungrateful little witch.
Truly, the universe and the gods have multiplied my blessings, and here I am whining about some lady who has no idea who I am.
Endlessly comparing myself to others will poison the well of my own happiness--something to remember and keep to heart.
12/17/12
12/15/12
When the conversation about getting bonuses came up a few
weeks ago, I remember thinking, “I’ll be so happy to receive at least $500.”
Wrong, guess again.
My sense of
propriety prevents me from divulging the actual amount I received but it was
enough to send me to the ladies’ room and have a tear-filled moment. It was
enough to pay one month’s rent and have some left over to party. It’s the
biggest bonus check I’ve ever seen in my life, before this bonus check, the
biggest bonus I’ve ever seen in my life is $200. This bonus check is a grandma
bonus check.
A part of me wants to feel bad about this abundance, but
there’s another part of me that’s been working myself to death in the same
industry for 10 years for almost no pay. I wonder if overpaid CEO’s ever feel
bad how much money they make. This is such a strong pattern in my life—I get a
surprise check (although, nothing in life is really a surprise, as I’ve found
the older I get) and I get such a pain in my gut over the guilt off my good
fortune. Maybe it has to do with growing up in a third world country—no matter
where you turn, so many starving, poor people everywhere.
I have to remind myself this is a natural and normal
accounting of my deeds this past year. I work myself to death, literally, in
all aspects of my life. The bonus check is just a reminder of how hard I’ve
worked all year, including my unpaid internship.
Already I’m thinking of sharing my graces. Not that I don’t
already do pretty much every day of my life. I don’t know how I find any guilt
in fair compensation for my hard work, but I do.
12/17/12
Yesterday I spent the better half of the day, sitting in a
room with women who are vying for the same job as I do. A rather eclectic
bunch—I noticed, and I also noticed how much older I seemed compared to the
rest of them. I want to say its age, but none of them are that much younger
than me. For sure, I’ve lost that awkward giggly-ness of the younger set, and I
tend to speak more assuredly these days. Another thing that set me apart is I
was dressed better than the interviewees—I almost wished I had dressed down.
Really, I feel older and wiser. I interviewed twice for a
mega STEM company, I interviewed with Harvard MBA-ers, I had sold a house, I
demanded a raise and promotion at my current job, and I’ve fought hard for
scholarships. I wish I could tell the crying Ruzielle back in February that
being turned down for the job she really wanted to get means bigger, better
doors will open up one after the other.
12/14/12
Silence or at least, some other person’s voice in my head
will do me some good. It’s almost the end of the year, and I’m forcing myself
to do more, more, more.
One friend organized
a book drive, and of course, I have to give something. She’s also throwing a
party, and I’m racking my brain trying to figure out what to give her for her
hostess gift. A few days after this party, another friend is throwing a Christmas
day party, and I’m planning, planning on what to give this party. Christmas
day, itself, and what do I do? Do I linger at the party? Do I volunteer at the
church? Do I go out to the movies?
I begged off dinner and drinks with co-workers tonight.
Really, I spend 40 hours a week with these people; another
two hours won’t kill anyone. But still…the thought of telling anyone my life
story, making polite banter, laughing at all the right jokes… I’m not
depressed, but I’ve had moments when all I could do is sleep for 15 hours
straight.
My brain just needs a break.
I’m not of those
people who harness energy from a room filled with happy, shiny people. Quite
frankly, people tire me. I inhale books, because books unlike people never
disappoint. Or when they do, I can always shelve them. It’s the weather, and
the season. I’m pretty in touch, so to speak. Fall never makes me want to go
out and go to parties; on the contrary, it makes me want to hide out, read,
sleep for longer than necessary. All
this rain isn’t making anyone want to go out either.
I need this time, more than anything, to stay in and listen
to the words of my heart.
For a good hour or so, I packaged up the candy that I
bought for presents and placed them inside mason jars. I love the idea of a semi-homemade
gift. I love mason jars, too. Something about mason jars, that I’ve always
liked, even as a child; the feel of it, the sturdiness and its compact beauty.
I feel out of tune. I miss having conversations with the
spirits, and knowing I can call them whenever I want. My heart seems so far
away, and wherever it is, I can’t call, email or text.
The quietness of my own mind, I miss it so.
*
12/15/12
When the conversation about getting bonuses came up a few
weeks ago, I remember thinking, “I’ll be so happy to receive at least $500.”
Wrong, guess again.
My sense of
propriety prevents me from divulging the actual amount I received but it was
enough to send me to the ladies’ room and have a tear-filled moment. It was
enough to pay one month’s rent and have some left over to party. It’s the
biggest bonus check I’ve ever seen in my life, before this bonus check, the
biggest bonus I’ve ever seen in my life is $200. This bonus check is a grandma
bonus check.
A part of me wants to feel bad about this abundance, but
there’s another part of me that’s been working myself to death in the same
industry for 10 years for almost no pay. I wonder if overpaid CEO’s ever feel
bad how much money they make. This is such a strong pattern in my life—I get a
surprise check (although, nothing in life is really a surprise, as I’ve found
the older I get) and I get such a pain in my gut over the guilt off my good
fortune. Maybe it has to do with growing up in a third world country—no matter
where you turn, so many starving, poor people everywhere.
I have to remind myself this is a natural and normal
accounting of my deeds this past year. I work myself to death, literally, in
all aspects of my life. The bonus check is just a reminder of how hard I’ve
worked all year, including my unpaid internship.
Already I’m thinking of sharing my graces. Not that I don’t
already do pretty much every day of my life. I don’t know how I find any guilt
in fair compensation for my hard work, but I do.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
peppermint in jars
Sunday marked my last day at the university.
I submitted my formal critique and as of this writing I'm waiting for my professors to post my final grades. I'm hoping for 3 A's and a B (this class, apparently, caused havoc in everybody's lives, as of this writing I'm still in the top of the class).
I threw away my course schedules, and other notes weeks ago in a general burst of feng shui-induced cleaning energy. In a few weeks, this year is over, and I didn't want to be left with old baggage from this year. One final baggage remains, the house that is yet to be formally turned over to its new owner. I'm hoping by Friday, the transaction is finished--I've spent so much time, money, emotional energy taking care of this house, I just want it written off of my palms.
As I sit eating my tasteless dinner in a chain restaurant, I remembered something about me that I'm always trying to forget. I fill my empty, spaces in my soul with movement, food, shopping, reading, and writing. The worst is when I look at retail items at different shops, and when I stuff myself with food like a goose meant for the Christmas table.
When I was younger I almost drowned in debt. I spent, literally, everyday of my life, either eating too much, or shopping too much. I didn't realize what I was doing until I started receiving credit card statements that didn't seem to end. I had a few thousand dollars of consumer debt within a few months.
Of course, nobody ever talked to me about money. Money was always this mysterious entity that made or broke people. When I was growing up, despite our massive house, our cars, our private schools--there was never enough money, not enough to buy any of us any happiness.
So I paid $7 for dinner I didn't even like, I threw away half of it, and I drove around the park to look at the Christmas lights. This is the first time in years, I really felt like Christmas. I spent quite a bit of time staring at pastries at the patisserie in downtown, stuffing my brain with gift ideas. I'm not much of a gift-giver during holidays, I prefer random gifts during the year.
Books, are always on my list. I have two Christmas parties to attend this year and the hosts are in my shopping list. So is my boss, who gave me the gift of two promotions and a Christmas bonus.
My friend's store closed in September, and normally, that's where I go for gifts. She usually had the best gifts in the land. So I went to the next woman-owned retail shop in town, and I found a jar of mint candies. My boss has quite the sweet tooth, and I have a strange affinity for gifts inside jars. The gift shop wraps up the gifts wonderfully for a dollar.
I've always liked the idea of food as gifts. With retail items, you never know if it will disappoint, but with food--food always brings people together.
I submitted my formal critique and as of this writing I'm waiting for my professors to post my final grades. I'm hoping for 3 A's and a B (this class, apparently, caused havoc in everybody's lives, as of this writing I'm still in the top of the class).
I threw away my course schedules, and other notes weeks ago in a general burst of feng shui-induced cleaning energy. In a few weeks, this year is over, and I didn't want to be left with old baggage from this year. One final baggage remains, the house that is yet to be formally turned over to its new owner. I'm hoping by Friday, the transaction is finished--I've spent so much time, money, emotional energy taking care of this house, I just want it written off of my palms.
As I sit eating my tasteless dinner in a chain restaurant, I remembered something about me that I'm always trying to forget. I fill my empty, spaces in my soul with movement, food, shopping, reading, and writing. The worst is when I look at retail items at different shops, and when I stuff myself with food like a goose meant for the Christmas table.
When I was younger I almost drowned in debt. I spent, literally, everyday of my life, either eating too much, or shopping too much. I didn't realize what I was doing until I started receiving credit card statements that didn't seem to end. I had a few thousand dollars of consumer debt within a few months.
Of course, nobody ever talked to me about money. Money was always this mysterious entity that made or broke people. When I was growing up, despite our massive house, our cars, our private schools--there was never enough money, not enough to buy any of us any happiness.
So I paid $7 for dinner I didn't even like, I threw away half of it, and I drove around the park to look at the Christmas lights. This is the first time in years, I really felt like Christmas. I spent quite a bit of time staring at pastries at the patisserie in downtown, stuffing my brain with gift ideas. I'm not much of a gift-giver during holidays, I prefer random gifts during the year.
Books, are always on my list. I have two Christmas parties to attend this year and the hosts are in my shopping list. So is my boss, who gave me the gift of two promotions and a Christmas bonus.
My friend's store closed in September, and normally, that's where I go for gifts. She usually had the best gifts in the land. So I went to the next woman-owned retail shop in town, and I found a jar of mint candies. My boss has quite the sweet tooth, and I have a strange affinity for gifts inside jars. The gift shop wraps up the gifts wonderfully for a dollar.
I've always liked the idea of food as gifts. With retail items, you never know if it will disappoint, but with food--food always brings people together.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
pizza and chocolate
pizza: $2.55. My co-worker designed a new pizza recipe and he wanted me to try it. I brought food from home and I should have eaten it instead.
imported chocolate bar from Spain: $2.12: I'm not feeling too happy today at work, or the other aspects of my life--nothing really makes me happier than fantastic chocolate. It's self-defeating, really, but nobody has to deal with the own darkness inside my heart.
imported chocolate bar from Spain: $2.12: I'm not feeling too happy today at work, or the other aspects of my life--nothing really makes me happier than fantastic chocolate. It's self-defeating, really, but nobody has to deal with the own darkness inside my heart.
Friday, December 7, 2012
expenditures
DEc 6: 84 cents, cheese stick for breakfast
DEC 7: 2.84, a gnarly sausage and egg breakfast. I really have to eat at home before heading to work
DEC 7: 2.84, a gnarly sausage and egg breakfast. I really have to eat at home before heading to work
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
consciousness
This is the word of my 2012--Consciousness; perhaps I should say, the lack of consciousness in my life has lead to some rather big changes, and most of them I barely remember. A huge part of the lack of consciousness in my life, manifests itself, (unfortunately) in my finances. Money seems to always vanish from my bank account. As of this writing, I have about $9 to my name. It's a damn shame, really, considering, I'm making the most money I've ever made from a full time job and I don't have to work 2-3 jobs anymore like I used to.
In my defense, last month was the month of the SUV maintenance, going to the dentist, and paying my brother back $150 out of the $500 I owe him. Oh, and my friend was robbed of $300 and I gave her $30 towards her fundraising, and another $30 for a pizza dinner. Plus, I spent $50 in her store, because I felt bad for her. Oh, and a few days ago, I spent $21 on the worst dim sum lunch on earth. Unfortunately, I have zero interest in cooking so I tend to get something to eat on the go. Not good for my health, or my finances.
It's true what people say, it's not how much money you make, it's what you do with it. I've fallen under this stereotype. For the first time in a long time, I'm in a financially stable position but I don't have anything to show for it. I've had jobs when I worked for tips and I was able to put money on my IRA.
I'm also in school, and school has been a tremendous money drain. I'm transferring schools in January, which would effectively lower my education costs by a third.
So this is what I'm proposing, I'm going to start writing down everything I spent until I figure out a way to live and spend more consciously. I've become one of those people I hate--one of those mindless sheep consumers and I have to stop. In my defense, I tend to throw money at small business owners. So here goes, I've listed the purchases I did yesterday and today's and hopefully I can find meaning in my mindless consumerism.
Dec 4 expenditures
$2: coffee at Mike's (non-negotiable)
$7: "lunch" at Jack in the Box (terrifically bad lunch choice)
$50: gas (non-negotiable)
$6: Obama's book (a "I'm so bored" purchase)
$4.37: movie purchase at Amazon, "Jiro Dreams of Sushi" (so worth it, I never go to the movies)
Dec 5 expenditures
$0: a nice dinner at a Thai restaurant, paid for by a friend.
$6: two small frozen yogurts.
In my defense, last month was the month of the SUV maintenance, going to the dentist, and paying my brother back $150 out of the $500 I owe him. Oh, and my friend was robbed of $300 and I gave her $30 towards her fundraising, and another $30 for a pizza dinner. Plus, I spent $50 in her store, because I felt bad for her. Oh, and a few days ago, I spent $21 on the worst dim sum lunch on earth. Unfortunately, I have zero interest in cooking so I tend to get something to eat on the go. Not good for my health, or my finances.
It's true what people say, it's not how much money you make, it's what you do with it. I've fallen under this stereotype. For the first time in a long time, I'm in a financially stable position but I don't have anything to show for it. I've had jobs when I worked for tips and I was able to put money on my IRA.
I'm also in school, and school has been a tremendous money drain. I'm transferring schools in January, which would effectively lower my education costs by a third.
So this is what I'm proposing, I'm going to start writing down everything I spent until I figure out a way to live and spend more consciously. I've become one of those people I hate--one of those mindless sheep consumers and I have to stop. In my defense, I tend to throw money at small business owners. So here goes, I've listed the purchases I did yesterday and today's and hopefully I can find meaning in my mindless consumerism.
Dec 4 expenditures
$2: coffee at Mike's (non-negotiable)
$7: "lunch" at Jack in the Box (terrifically bad lunch choice)
$50: gas (non-negotiable)
$6: Obama's book (a "I'm so bored" purchase)
$4.37: movie purchase at Amazon, "Jiro Dreams of Sushi" (so worth it, I never go to the movies)
Dec 5 expenditures
$0: a nice dinner at a Thai restaurant, paid for by a friend.
$6: two small frozen yogurts.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
A sweet note, goodbye
I just finished a lecture about sweets and deserts in WA State on yet another frigid day in the Northwest. yes, you read that right, it's a Saturday, on my day off and I'm in a library for an Anthropology lecture. Food anthropology, I have to add, just in case everybody thinks I'm a complete nerd.
I am a complete nerd, and as I sit in the classroom, I can't wait to crack open two new books I found at the library that are begging to be read. I can't escape my nature, which is to read as if books are going extinct in two hours. Truly, books are my passion, and after reading Paterno last night I realized he and I share an obsession with words. Two very different people, but we have words linking us together across the United States.
Right after the disappointing news of being turned down for a prestigious internship, I was greeted by a very welcome news. As of this writing, I've officially been offered a position for the newly-minted Student Advisory Council Leaders within Seattle Education Access--a NGO that is near and dear to my heart. These are the moments that make failure a little bit easier to digest, and for this semester I've had quite a few; both in school and in real life. Two weeks to go and I've taken my last quiz--the final requirement for the semester in Anthropology and I'm packing up for my new life. A new life in a different college, anyway.
I'm anxiously waiting for 2013 to barge in with a marching band behind him. A new, but old college campus, including a program I designed with my friend and mentor, Dr. Polly; a new job in her NGO, and maybe, another raise and promotion in the offing.
To celebrate I went out for a dim sum lunch, and I should have had eggs and sausage next door instead. No matter--even if I don't quite it for the writing internship, and the Dean's List at WSU--I'm going to be happy and content, just until the winds of change start to kick my doors gaping open.
I am a complete nerd, and as I sit in the classroom, I can't wait to crack open two new books I found at the library that are begging to be read. I can't escape my nature, which is to read as if books are going extinct in two hours. Truly, books are my passion, and after reading Paterno last night I realized he and I share an obsession with words. Two very different people, but we have words linking us together across the United States.
Right after the disappointing news of being turned down for a prestigious internship, I was greeted by a very welcome news. As of this writing, I've officially been offered a position for the newly-minted Student Advisory Council Leaders within Seattle Education Access--a NGO that is near and dear to my heart. These are the moments that make failure a little bit easier to digest, and for this semester I've had quite a few; both in school and in real life. Two weeks to go and I've taken my last quiz--the final requirement for the semester in Anthropology and I'm packing up for my new life. A new life in a different college, anyway.
I'm anxiously waiting for 2013 to barge in with a marching band behind him. A new, but old college campus, including a program I designed with my friend and mentor, Dr. Polly; a new job in her NGO, and maybe, another raise and promotion in the offing.
To celebrate I went out for a dim sum lunch, and I should have had eggs and sausage next door instead. No matter--even if I don't quite it for the writing internship, and the Dean's List at WSU--I'm going to be happy and content, just until the winds of change start to kick my doors gaping open.
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