And so the big wheels keep on turning or...too many very-ables.

Holy Crap Batman!!!

WARNING: Due to the copious information about to be devulged in the next few paragraphs, each with be short and simple with only a hint of the recommended martini humor...

Back in the Country

I got back into the country and into my home in Jersey at about 1:30am on the 16th. Brazil was phenomenal. I mean this in the sense that I experienced so much about myself and my reasoning. Sure enough, my knees held out for me till the last night in the roda when it locked itself, which was fine...until all of the walking I've had to do since. Good grief. It will always be strange to be a tourist in a country where you see so many people who look like you. Brown people struggle everywhere, and it was hard still seeing how my privilege, of having money, of being able to have someone help me with the language barriers (which my fifth grade Spanish did a pretty good job at maintain some sort of understanding), and everything else. I really wish I had more time to write about the trip itself- so one day when I get a good two hours I will write another post on my trip and the ways I've changed since then.

Back in Oberlin

So Monday was the start of my RA training, which was ridiculous. There were so many people and of course, so much ignorance. Every day started at 9am and ended around 8pm. Most of the times it ended later. But even with the possibilities of drunken people, fires, and whatnot, I'm still excited to be an RA. Especially in a Program House that is specifically geared to community growth.

Overall though I am freaking exhausted (and my knees are starting to act up). And so I am getting very irritated very fast by very small things. I hate getting snippy like this but sometimes I feel like I don't have a choice- like no other response is warranted or accurate. And trust me when I say that it gets worse when I am in close proximity with someone...and can't really be honest, and have to share me space for too long. Is it wrong that I just value my space? In any case...I feel like I've been mentally run over by a Mack truck on the way to Omaha. Why Omaha??? Cause I'm that tired.