So, it turns out that what all those old folks say is true (no matter how much you hate them while they say it): time heals all wounds.
But still, life goes on. As much as I would like to say “Neener neener” to the folks I used to work for, that surely won’t accomplish anything.
Instead, I find myself consumed with decorating our apartment for the holidays and reading lots of books. I recently read the latest issue of the Teach for America alumni magazine, which briefly spurred an existential crisis until I realized that Wendy Kopp is a little bit crazy and working 80 hour weeks for the rest of eternity is not something I wish to aspire to.
So anyway. I wouldn’t change a thing about my experience as a corps member (the third year part I would probably change). But, time to have a life.