Oh mylanta!

It's strange. India has been on my mind a lot lately. I keep seeing faces of kids, women, places, and it's like my heart starts to hurt a little bit. Maybe it was watching the movies The Fall and the ever praised Slumdog Millionaire that have kept my thoughts circling back, or talking with friends who are just getting back from or about to "R-U-N-N-O-F-T" to places like Africa, India, and Nepal, maybe, just maybe, it's jealousy. I want to finish school, but I am also tired of feeling left behind. I don't want contact with these places to be an every few years thing, I want to be involved in what is happening on a regular basis, I wish it was my job or something. Even more, I wish I could get a letter in the mail that said this:

"Dear Amanda, you have been selected for the perfect job. Here is the address [insert address here], and you shall start on June 1, 2009, show up at 9am and please dress quite casually."

School this year has been so incredible, I absolutely love my classes, so much so that 3 hour blocks of time seem like they whiz by (as opposed to back in the day when Titanic seemed like an ordeal, on second thought, maybe it still is). I loved learning about community organizing from my pal at Legal Aid this summer, social and economic development from my teach, and all of the beautiful things that comprise so-called "Across Systems" social work practice. I just can't seem to find motivation to do my homework. Yikes. My conclusion: I have a hard time concentrating on the task at hand when I keep trying to propel myself through time and arrive post-graduation...degree in hand, four letters after my name (and no, they are not an expletive), and ready to take on the workforce. Before my bout of self-disclosure gets too disorganized and makes me less working on comps I am going to run and actually accomplish said homework.