Thursday, July 19, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I leave the 24th of September! I will be doing crop extension which is to motivate Paraguayan small scale farmers to optimize their use of available human, material, and natural resources in order to raise their standard of living and to improve food security.
That's what the invitation says. Sounds like I'm going to be a farmer in South America and learn to speak the native language of Guarani!
Check it out!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Cross your fingers everyone. I was just going to post about all the hoops I've been going through lately with my medical clearance. I had to get additional shots, blood work, and a health evaluation ON TOP of my physical - to see if the doctor thought I was physically fit enough to do demanding manual labor.
I also have been trying to get in contact with my placement officer as she was requesting additional information regarding my education, finances, and volunteer work.
I was getting to the point of hysteria as no one was calling me back!
My mom offered to give me a down-payment on a little house in Strawberry Hill (the old Slavic neighborhood in KCK where she grew up) if I wanted to stay here and forgo service!
I was going to cry and scream through the ginormous gap in my teeth when lo!
I received this email:
Attention Cassie Doolittle:
Peace Corps sent you an invitation kit on July 9, 2007. Within 10 days of receiving your kit, please call us regarding your decision to accept or decline our invitation. If we do not hear from you within this period, the assignment may be offered to another applicant.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
The next morning I awoke to find I had 7 messages and 2 text messages. All from my friend Ed, in Denver.
As I listened to these while driving home that morning, please note: They started around 10pm and ended around 3am.
Hey sweetie! Just calling to say hi! We’re going out dancing tonight and I was just thinking about you! Talk to you later!
(muffled dance music) Hey Pooks! Just wanted to tell you we wished you were here! (muffled dance music) Talk to ya soon! Bye!
(muffled dance music)Where are you? Why won’t you call me back? (muffled dance music) Call me tomorrow! I really need to talk to you! Love ya! Bye!
(muffled dance music, slight slur, and slight desperation) Okay. I really really need to talk to you. I’m serious. Call me tomorrow!
(sounds of cars and people in the background, slurry, and agitated) Okay. So I really miss you and just want to talk to you. You NEED to call me back tomorrow so we can talk. Love you.
(sounds of I don’t know WHAT in the background, really slurry and higher pitched) SCHWEETIE!!! I am about to cry! I mean it! I am on the verge of tearsh! I jus need you to rally call me back and jus tell me I’ma loved! Call me tumorrow! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE call meh tumorrow!!!
(No background noise, calm, and non slurring) Hey Pooks! I’m just getting ready to go to bed. Call me tomorrow so we can talk. I’m feeling a little down and wish you were here. Talk to you soon. Love Ya.
Yes. Even in Kansas City, I feel loved. No need to feel left out when I get drunk dials like those! The 2 text messages were more of the same thing about calling him ‘tomorrow’, even though it was evident I really needed to call him ‘right back’. I DID call him the next day after I went through all his messages, and I got his voicemail. He didn’t even call me back! Haha! Probably TOO hung over!
I love you Ed! Call me 7 times in the course of the drunk evening, anytime!