Live!

Well, hay-rah, I now have a blog. Since it looks so darn lonely right now, and I'm just so proud of being able to beat some aspects of the HTML template into submission (yeah, I'm that bad with HTML), I think there needs to be a champagne bottle broken across the bow right about here. Also, my gato favorito, Rusty, is currently snoozing across me chest, and I'd feel a bit guilty moving him.

Six months ago, I found out that I had completely botched my application to Americorps. Essentially, there was a big button online that read "click here to submit application." I did everything except click that button.

Five months ago I made it back into the Americorps system via the grace of one of the applicant coordinators, albeit as an alternate. My only shot at getting in was as a filler for someone else who dropped out.

Two months ago Americorps was dead to me. Various sources on the internet reported that the five regional campuses had been filled and the alternates had been chosen. I had not. If I still checked the mail, it was for the same reasons that some people play the lottery; somewhere, sometime, somehow, someone will win.

Two weeks ago I got accepted to the Pacific Region Campus in Sacremento. I don't usually celebrate things, but a good image would be Sam attempting to punch holes in the ceiling with his head.

Now I have about 56 hours until my flight leaves.

Methinks I will go pack