Sorry to go all emo on you in the last post. I think I was just up late and in one of those weird introspective moods. Anyway, life is busy as ever, and it is a life full of copies, stapling and writing curriculum. More copies than anything else, though. I am working at Refugee Family Services as a literacy program coordinator for the summer elementary program. It has been going well so far, but the days always feel way longer than they actually are. I should probably start taking a lunch break. I am working with a bunch of people who have done the Peace Corps and are now in Americorps, so I feel a little inadequate. They're all out saving the world while I'm writing papers no one will ever read and figuring out how to stretch 3 chicken tenders into a week's worth of meals. I guess I'm conserving chicken, so that's a plus -- still can't put it on a resume, but it's there. I really have considered doing the Peace Corps, though. I still might do it, except there's that pesky problem of having a cat. Eh, I'll figure it out at some point.
I am also playing in the Emory brass quintet for the summer, which is really exciting and a little bit scary. I've always wanted to play in a brass quintet, really THE brass quintet, but it has never worked out for whatever reason. Hopefully I will do well enough this summer to merit consideration for the fall quintet.
I wonder if you can bring a French horn with you if you go into the Peace Corps.
In other news, my troubled computer life of the past few years continues with the latest model. It is sufficient for checking e-mail but can't handle web-surfing without long waits, and it definitely won't be up to research papers this fall. However, I have no money with which to buy a new computer. Suggestions, blogosphere? Slash Diana? Maybe if I can stretch that chicken into just a few more meals ...
All right, kiddos. It's late. I think it's about time to make like a tree and get the ef out of here.
MK out.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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