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| one thing that sucks about working for CCMP is that i don't really get
to come home for the big christmas break. I have christmas day off and
then potentially 3 or 4 days after that off, but pretty much I'll be
lonely in mount pleasant for about 3ish weeks. How awesome does that
sound?
on the bright side, i get money without having to drive an hour and a
half every other weekend, only to spend the money i make on gas for the
trip back and forth. and, the people here are just as cool (well, maybe
not 100% as cool but they're pretty cool) as the people at CCGR.
and i'm in agreement with kristin about christmas shopping. Everybody i
know should make amazon.com wishlists and send me links. I don't feel
like getting off my bed to do shopping. that's the lame way to buy
things.
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| so over the past month-ish i've met these 4 amazing people who i spend
90% of my time with. They are the coolest people ever. they're all a
year behind me in school, and they all have at least another year here
past this one. And they want me to stay here an extra year and live
with them next year. I'm incredibly tempted to do it, because these
people are like, seriously friends for life even though i've just met
them. I'm thinking of staying here and registering as a substitute
teacher in the mount pleasant and surrounding school districts.
This is, of course, if I don't get a year long job in Japan
teaching English through the Jet program. I've been trying to get my
application all together for that. I have people to write letters of
recommendation, I've got copies of my passport, I still need to get
transcripts and whatnot, and proof of my date of graduation, but those
are the easy things. The hard part will be writing a statement of
intent. But I still have about 2 months before it's due and the actual
application that I have to fill out hasn't even been posted yet, so
i've still got some time.
Anyway, that was just a brief xanga release. If you want to read more about my terribly (un)interesting life, check out my livejournal.
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| one more exam. i cannot wait to leave for the summer. this week is
going by way too slowly. really, i just want to get home already. only
about 27 pages left to read. and then its packing and showering and
sleeping and exam. home in less than 24 hours... god i cannot wait.
not only does it mean a break from school and classes and whatnot, but
it also means, dear readers, that i get to come back to work with all
of you. Except, Amanda M... i will totally miss you!
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| i think i'm not wanted here anymore.
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| Amanda asked me why i did all that stuff this weekend, so here it is.
it was for a class. well, most of it was. In a class I have,
male/female communication, one of our assignments was to collect
donations for a women's shelter because we were doing a unit on
domestic violence. And my friend Janae in the class happened to know
about this place in downtown chicago that helps rehabilitate
prostitutes and makes them responsible members of society. (most of
these women had turned to prostitution due to abusive relationships and
other such horrific things in their pasts). They needed donations of
underwear. So we collected those.
At the same time, Janae was trying to find a new nanny for this family
she used to nanny for in the Chicago area that happens to be quite
wealthy. The weekend we decided to drive the donations to chicago was
also the weekend this family was flying a prospective nanny from Mount
Pleasant on their private jet (one of 3 they own) to their house to
interview her. Janae asked if we could hitch a ride and stay at their
place along with Heather, the prospective new nanny. So, by default,
since I neither knew this family previously, nor was interviewing for
the nanny position, I got all the benefits of Janae and Heather going
to chicago.
it was pretty sweet. not only the nice house and the jet, but the women
at the shelter in chicago were amazing. it was something i'm very glad
to have experienced in my life. They were honest with us about their
experiences in the streets, having been beaten, raped, stabbed, shot
and lived to change their lives around. That to me is truly
amazing.
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