Existential Crisis

Growing up. . .moving on. . .Gradumatating.
I've really been thinking about my possibility of going to teach in Brazil. It's an exciting concept, really it is, but at the same time it terrifies the crap out of me. Committing to go there for 2 years scares me a lot more than I thought it would. Also, the thought of living in a nice little missionary community again. . .I don't know if I want to do that. I realize that half the people who read my blog don't really know who I am now, but I'm not the sweet little innocent that I once was. (Ok, I was never sweet. . .or little. . .but I really was innocent and naive!) Anyways, I don't know if I want to be crammed into that missionary girl stereotype again. I mean, I know I could fit if I forced it, but I don't think I want to force it. I would rather find a place where I can be myself. Unless that really is me, and I just repressed it for the past few years. I don't know. Welcome to my existential crisis!

woah

Well, I just figured out how to get into my blog again. I got a new computer, so I lost all the bookmarks saved on my computer. Sadness. Anyways, Liza just asked me where it was, so I found it. So, I don't know if anybody actually reads it anymore.
I'm student teaching now in a Kindergarten class. Oh, it's a blast. I also just sort of had an interview with a school in Brazil! Freaky, huh? It was interesting. Well. . .yeah, ok, that's it.