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A year since graduation

14 May

I can honestly say a year ago today when I walked off the graduation stage carrying my empty diploma case,* I had no idea I would be where I am today. Literally, I had no idea in the world where I would be located. I had just submitted my application to the Peace Corps and was due for an interview that I had later that month.

It’s odd that it’s already been a year since graduation and over a year since I applied to the Peace Corps. It’s like I’ve been hiking, and I’ve been so focused on the trail, staring at my feet the whole time, that I’d forgotten to look up until just now. And me oh my, the view is spectacular.

This year, just like any other, has had its ups and downs. I’ve also had quite a few amazing opportunities…In the past year since graduating I’ve…

Touched down on three different continents1 …. I’ve felt the world crash down around me, like everything I had going for me and everything I had worked towards was falling to pieces2… I’ve stayed up into all hours of the night and am now unable to sleep past 5:30 a.m.… I’ve said goodbye to my entire support system of family and friends3… I’ve felt like I was losing my mind, and I’ve had moments of great clarity to make up for the times that I felt I was losing my mind… I’ve had far too much fun (OK let’s not be silly, there is, of course, no such thing as too much fun)…I’ve had time to do the things I never had time for in college4… I’ve been crazy busy and crazy bored5… I moved back in with my parents and I’ve moved in with complete strangers … I’ve held a variety of jobs6… I’ve been up, I’ve been down, I’ve been all over the place physically and mentally.

Though things are going quite well, considering I dreaded the day I was pushed out into the “real world” by finishing school,  it’s not at all like I pictured it.

Wait a second, isn’t life just like that though? We never know what lies ahead. We never end up exactly where we think we’ll be or doing the things we thought. And even if we are doing some of that… it’s never exactly as we imagined…

So to those of you graduating, congrats and good luck with what lies ahead. It won’t be quite how you imagined… but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. A large part of what the Peace Corps has been trying to ingrain in us is managing expectations because it’s just a fact of life that no matter what your preconceived notion of any situation is, it won’t turn out just how you expected.

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Birthday post, birthday post — the rebel in me

17 Mar




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Is it sad that on this, my 23rd birthday, I’m begining to realize I haven’t gotten myself into nearly enough trouble? I vow to spend the rest of my life remedying this. I find it necessary to make up for the lost time of my childhood and adolescence because let’s face it, I think it’s safe to say at this point that that is behind me.

Let’s take a brief at my track record, shall we?

  • Age 5ish or so – my parent’s ground me. This may be just about the only time I can recall being grounded — or I guess “time out” would be a bit more appropriate considering my age. I can’t recall the transgression but it was enough to warrant being incarcerated in my room where I did some serious thinking about my future, if I was to have one.
  • Fifth or sixth grade – In my first ever visit to the dean’s office, I was chastised for staying in the computer lab a bit too long. Heaven help me.
  • Sophmore year of high school – I recieved my one and only detention for an untucked shirt (For those who didn’t attend Catholic School, yes we did wear plaid skirts, and the shirts– they had to be tucked in. And they were serious about that.) If you only knew how much of a rebel I felt like for this— in detention— with the bad kids? I’m unstoppable. Charlie Sheen status.

So on this my 23rd birthday, I vow, to get my hands a little dirtier, play a little rougher, bend a few more rules and live life on the edge. This, of course, is subject to interpretation ; )

Three things

15 Feb

Photo courtesy of  National Geographic. See more from the Indonesia gallery.

I’ve been volunteering as an English tutor at Maricopa County Literacy Volunteers since last summer in part because I never had time in college to consistently volunteer somewhere and in part to prepare for my assignment as an English teacher. The other day I was reading a poster on the wall of life lessons shared by random people of all ages. Some were cute like a 7-year-old who said he learned you can’t hide brocolli in a glass of milk.  Some were a tad more profound. One that struck me said something to this effect:

“There are three things that no one can take away from you:  experience, knowledge and memories”

I thought it was worth mentioning here.

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7 Dec

For those of you finishing out the semester, I thought I’d offer something to distract you from finals by sharing some random finds I’ve come across recently. Although winter finals are sooo last year for me, I can relate, empathize and help you procrastinate your projects and studying. So you’re welcome.

For everyone else I hope you enjoy my little dose of interesting and compelling bits.

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I’ve been putting this off for way too long

16 Nov

Alas the time has come for me to once again enter the blogosphere.

I’ve had blogs in the past. My first blog was a class assignment for an online media journalism course, the content of which can be found at nicoleethierarchive.wordpress.com. I chose to cover “all things food,” and that was the nifty little title I came up with before realizing it blatantly resembled the title of the NPR program “All Things Considered.” (And I thought I was so clever.)

Another blog I had was also a class assignment in which I covered print media and the transition into the digital world. The content of which may be found at blogs.startupmedia.org/nicole.

My point is:
I’ve blogged before. Never for enjoyment but rather as an assignment,  something I am required to do. Just as I didn’t appreciate reading literature all throughout my formal K through 12th grade education — it isn’t until I am no longer required to do something that I actually have an desire to do it.

And I actually might enjoy it.

And I actually might seek it out on my own accord.

I feel that much of life is ironic in this way.  We don’t always appreciate it, until that something is gone. We grow up dreading many things that we later come to enjoy as adults. And on that note, I will catch back up with you later.

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” — Scout in “To Kill A Mockingbird” by Harper Lee