Graduating

I was asked recently if I am actually aware that I am graduating, if the reality of that event is still far off or if I know it is close. That is a strange question to try to answer (and the asker knew it). The whole thing is made even more difficult becasue I am planning to go overseas for the Spring to teach English *crosses fingers and thinks good thoughts*. I am really fine with the whole "real world" concept, with working, and such. I thought I wouldn't be, but I think the last year has really changed me a lot. I was afraid before of graduating and losing a lot of friends, being alone. I realize now that the ones I would lose have already been lost, and those who will stick with me will do so whether I am graduated or not. Being in Mexico and coming back did a lot to show me who was in each of those groups. I have, in the last few weeks, become very comfortable with the idea of graduation. There are still a few anxious points: will I actually be able to maintain friendships with people who are still in school?, I will miss school, the learning, but think I will also have an opportunity to learn a lot of things I couldn't before.

I have some difficult choices to make in the coming weeks and months, and I would like the prayers of anyone who reads this (I only actually know of one person who has ever looked at it, but maybe there are more of you I don't know about). I am well.

Militants

So I read a news article this morning on a Hispanic news source that kinda bothered me.
In case you might be able to read Spanish, here is the link.
http://www.univision.com/content/content.jhtml?cid=2073807
So, under that picture (which I LOVE) there is a caption that says "Militants that oppose [Obama's] health care reform plan took to the streets with their whole arsenal." That pisses me off. No wonder the international community thinks so much of Obama, thier news sources are all painting him to be a hero, some sort of Saint. Meanwhile, his approval rating is dropping in the US, despite the fact that all our own news sources are praising him left and right. At least the American people are starting to see through some of the things Obama is trying to do. Even congress, that we all (including Obama I dare say) thought would be in Obama's pocket, is starting to say "hang on there chief..... what was that you were asking us to do?" He is our president, that is a fact. Another fact is that he is OUR president, we are not HIS people. We elected him, that means he need s to do what WE want, not the other way around. I truly hope that his insanity prompts people to begin fighting for their rights, their representation in our government, and hold the government accountable to the will of the people.

That is all.

First Day

Today was the first day of my internship. It is already crazy. The supervisor of the first agency I am working with this semester called this morning to ask me to come in and fill out paper work. So after I got ready I set out to their office. The paper work was all basic stuff, confidentiality agreements, contractual bits, tax forms, so it took about half a second to finish. Having done what I came to do I set off to Archdale to pick up my parent's dog from the boarders and feed the cats while they are out of town. I had not even made it back to the interstate when my phone rang. It was the interpreter coordinator for my internship location with an assignment!!! And not any old assignment mind you, but a medical assignment in Virginia! She said "I need you there by 2pm."

Now the boarders weren't going to have my parent's dog ready till 12. I ran home showered, drove to Archdale, fed the cats, printed directions, picked up the dog, dropped her off, then started towards Virginia. Now in all that mad rushing I had yet to think "This is the first day if my internship and I am off to a hospital in VA to interpret for God knows who, about God only knows what." About ten minutes into the drive I that thought finally caught up to me. I started switching, manic depressive style, between totally calm and mortified beyond belief. What if I didn't understand the client? What if I was late? What if they collapsed in the floor with some freak illness and I was the only one that could communicate with them!?

I finally got there, and actually arrived 25 minutes early. Having suddenly found myself with free time and wanting to fill it with something I decided to fill my stomach. I had also forgotten to eat all day long and definitely didn't want to be passing out on the job. That would be the perfect start to my internship. I ate a bit, got to the location, found my way to the appropriate room and sat down to wait on the client.

When everything was over and I was still alive (and the client actually asked if they could have me as their interpreter again) I got back in my trusty old truck and came back to Greensboro. I really enjoyed my first day. I just hope everything this semester goes as well as this assignment turned out.

In other news, my battle with my computer's wireless problems has ended with me victorious. You can congratulate me when you see me. :)