In which It's all about me, meme

Now, I’m going to try scheduling a post… We’ll see how well that works.

  Now, many of you might be wondering: “Hey, that Peace Corps thing sounds interesting…” And while some of you might leave it at that in a personal display of opinionated comedic irony, others will follow with something along the lines of “Tell me about the process, I not only expect it to be highly interesting but it will also prove useful if I myself decide to venture into something similar”. And to those of you, here is the series of posts for you! To others, feel free to click on the following link (as a matter of fact, I suggest you all do as well!)

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Okay, now that we’ve establish that we are (in fact) no strangers to love… We can move on!

To me, the Peace Corps Experience Started when I was a wee lad, still in my knickers….

How I feel when I use slang from a dialect/language outside my own

But, honestly, I do remember thinking about the Peace Corps since a very early age. I can’t quite piece the events together, but I remember sitting in the living room of a house while my parents watched a movie. In this movie, an attractive blonde woman tearfully hugged another attractive blonde woman.

Pictured: The pillowfight that invariably ensued

In the movie, the younger blonde was actually the daughter of the older one and she was joining the Peace Corps! That is my first memory of the organization I have committed my time to serving.  After that, I have no other vivid memory of even hearing about the organization until about sophomore year of college. I started showing some slight interest in making a difference outside of my immediate community one day during my then-usual overpriced bagel mocha combo. The Peace Corps didn’t even come up at this point either, but it does transition nicely by showing you WHY I ended up deciding to join.

Weaving a tapestry of word

Come end-of-junior/senior year, and I realized I was not ready for the cubicle farms. Now enters the Peace Corps! One day, while searching for options a professor of my college briefly mentions volunteering and teaching abroad. I then started doing research into it and found that teaching abroad was entirely out of my budgetary means, and also not what I had in mind. Cue finding the Peace Corps and reuniting with my long lost memory of childhood. It then dawned that this would be a wonderful alternative to immediately joining the workforce or further pursuing my education immediately after college.  

So, thinking I’d be incredibly under qualified, I applied as a masochistic joke to myself as I also handed in applications to my local mass-chain burgeria and a couple of colleges/internship options. Come my surprise when I got the proverbial call-back to the Peace Corps! (But not to the Burgeria, interestingly enough). And that was the story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down, And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air…

Erm, I mean… What the application process entails… In a FUTURE POST!