Ah, it’s Friday. I’ve been such a good student that this weeks been passing by so quickly I’d barely noticed. What a difference it makes for my motivation when there’s an actual challenge. Compare my calender this year to last year, same week:
The green spaces are the time I’ve had to set aside for school. Of course, what doesn’t show is that once I get home I barely make time for everyday things like washing and cleaning. I’ve been skipping my training that past two weeks, not because I want to, but because I look at the time and realize that I’ve missed the training because there’s so much I want to get done with school.
The crazy thing is, the little school dork in me loves it. I finally feel like I’m in college. It’s still not possible to get anything better than a passing grade, but the challenge of making time for the three different group projects I have in the same week, has made me want to do everything that much better.
I admit I feel bad for the people in my class with different handicaps making it impossible to be in school all the time, or the people with a family and kids, or this people that don’t have the choice I do, to not work in my free time. For them, it must be tough. For myself though, I’m finally getting the challenge I’ve been craving for, for so long.
The subject we’ve got? Politics. Perfect. A subject I’ve wanted to learn more about for so long. Having an understanding for it has also made me interested in the changes that are made within the subject of social politics. I enjoy that I can view it with a critical eye now a days.
Oh, and another thing… I shouldn’t be celebrating before I know for sure, but there is a chance I’ll be abroad for the 17 weeks of practical training we’ve got next term. There are three choices:
1. Trivandrum, India – don’t know yet with what.
2. Hamburg, South Africa – working in an AIDS infested area, helping to spread the word.
3. Sydney, Australia - working with angry people in bad situations like prostitutes and homeless that need someone to talk to.
So here’s the deal:
1. I get to live in my other hometown, learn how things work there, re-learn the language (again), get the chance to be with my grandmother and last but far from least, live there with the Bear (if he finds that he enjoys it there during our Christmas/new years eve visit) since he should be done with his education by then. Being as handy of a man as he is, he would thrive in a place that gives him the chance to work those sexy muscles. The only hitch? …Our beloved cats. Taking them with us is not exactly a choice.
(Btw, check out the webpage of our home in India through our website I’ve finally been able to put up. There’s still much to be done with it, but making a webpage is a process I’m still learning in my not-so-active-moments. And getting new photos is a part of what my talented Mr. Bear will be able to do during our vacation).
2. and 3. The fact that everything is more or less fixed. The organisations are fixed by the university (in India I have to find an organisation that will take me on, on my own) as well as the fact that with the Bear home I wouldn’t need to worry about the cats.
All three of these give me the chance I’ve been dreaming about for so long to travel abroad and do some kind of social work and/or volunteer work. I have no idea how to prioritize which place to go to. The Bear and I love the idea of living together in India, but it’s just so much less problematic with the other choices as well as being highly interesting organisations to be working with.
We’ll see what happens, because I’m sure it’ll work out somehow.
Sweet kisses to all!
