Tomorrow is my last day finishing up my internship working for a nonprofit that hosted an exchange program with Iraqi kids. I joined the team to plan for their arrival in June, met them for the first time in July, and said a tearful goodbye at the airport just two days ago this August. Somewhere near the end of the program I got what I guess could be considered a promotion; not to sound trite, but, the increased hours and contact I had with the participants of the exchange far surpassed the monetary sum and upgrade in title offered to me. The qualia gained far trumps the fact that I had to waitress on the side in order to continue to work for this program.
On the topic of waitressing, I have been a server at Pf Chang's for going on three years now. I started second semester in my senior year of high school and have worked each break that I have been at home in the DC area. God knows that I have many tales to tell from this job, and you can trust that they will pop up every now and then. If you read unfathomable patience juxtaposed by outbursts of anger and disbelief into my posts, then I will assign the blame to my experiences in the service industry.
I've created this blog mainly to keep in touch with friends while I'm studying abroad in Senegal the fall of 2008, but I suspect that it will evolve to more than just that. While I'm there, most of my work-- research, studies, writing, etc.-- will be handwritten and then transposed to Word when necessary means are provided. Until then, all my thoughts will be on pen and paper.
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