There was an earthquake today. I was sitting in my office at school when the shaking began. The children were rushed out of school and I waited with my second graders clenching my hands and waist. They pretended to be scared so the teachers would cancel school.
The earthquake is not a sign of how life has been these past few months. Instead I would compare it to a stream slowly but insistently pulling me along. Nothing really exciting or out of the ordinary has happened. Unless you count the goose gang fight I happened to be in the middle of yesterday. The reality is that I am just used to life here.
The countdown to service has officially begun as we have less than a year left. Things have started to repeat themselves. Another Paska, another Softball Weekend, another spring. I am already dreading the end of this fragment of my life. Although I live with a family, I am independent like I have never been before. I almost feel like this is the fun college life that I missed out on, except that in addition to the fun I'm making a difference. I'm finally living for me and me only.
In the mean time, I'm living it up as much as I can. Macguiver and I have started a "passed out drunk" photography series and I got Bruce out at the last softball weekend, finally accomplishing a life goal. Ok, to clarify for all you worriers – we aren't really passed out, just a parody on what we sadly see so often in this country. And the life goal part isn't really true, I just know that Bruce reads this and I can never let him live it down (mu-ha-ha-ha!).
I'm at a loss of what to write now. Is this good or bad?
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