I would like to begin this recollection with a quote from my journal entry from my 8th day in Guatemala: “Today it was hard to pay attention in class and I felt sick to my stomach.” Little did I know that was because I had creatures eating my insides, though I am getting ahead of … Continue reading Chicken Buses Aren’t Actually Filled With Chickens (and other revelations)
AKA: A dramatic re-telling of my first week in Guatemala. This past summer I decided that if I have to be “intermediately proficient” (whatever that means) in a foreign language to graduate, I might as well learn the language in a place it is natively spoken. I had taken a few Spanish classes, and when … Continue reading Guat’s Up?
Two weeks into the New Year and it is already looking like I may have to take out a solid life insurance policy (and maybe a Xanax)... Have you ever made a resolution knowing that the only thing you are resolved in is the fact that there is no way you are going to be … Continue reading It’s A Dog-Eat-Dog (poop bag) World
Hey friends. We meet at last. I was going to say we meet again, but I guess this is my first official post, so...hi. I did just spend way too long writing a whole bunch of nothing on my "About Me" page, so I feel like I have already introduced myself. It's pretty non-informative but … Continue reading Why am I here? A not-so-existential-like existential crisis.
