The adventures of Teddy Danger and Josephine, diplobrats
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Night Before A-100
Welcome Aboard, 161st! Here is a great synopsis of A-100 as told by my classmate and all-around good guy, Rob Crotty.
--- OH MY GOD I AM JOINING THE FOREIGN SERVICE. I have Google Mapped how to get to Main State four times now. I have set my alarm on my alarm clock, on my phone, and on my watch for 4am to make sure I get there on time. I will arrive at least three hours early. I have my suit picked out and three back up ties. Happy Hour with the 159th and 161st: OH MY GOD MY NEW CLASSMATES ARE AWESOME. Have you met this guy? This guy started a bamboo bike company!? This one worked for NASA! This one does kite photography. What the hell is kite photography?! How the hell did I get into the Foreign Service? Week One: OH MY GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT INSURANCE TO GET!! Now, about that bid list ..... Oooo, Happy Hour! Week Two: OH MY GOD I DON'T KNOW HOW TO RANK THESE! I haven't slept for three days. Every night since last Wednesday I have been looking at this damned list trying to figure out where I want to go. Australia would be nice but where does that put me in terms of equity? What the hell is a Windhoek--is that even a country? Spaniola would be horrible. God. Anywhere but Spaniola. And what did my CDO mean about considering timing? Does that mean I should only bid on places that fit my timeline? ... I did take French in high school so that'd take two weeks of my French training which would mean I wouldn't even be eligible to go to Spaniola until January. Ooooo, Happy hour! Week Three: OH MY GOD I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO RANK THIS BID LIST! You know, Spaniola wouldn't be that bad. I mean there's all those R&Rs and I get a Crash Bang course, and that equity, oh baby, that's money in the bank! Hell, maybe I should even bid it high, at least then I'll know what I'm getting. Who am I kidding, I want Australia. Learn to surf, drink some Victoria Bitters, do nothin' all day... Hell yeah. Putting that high. .... Met with my CDO. She is totally going to give me Spaniola! Why god! Why!? You know, Australia wouldn't be that cool anyway. I'd end up broke and besides, I burn easily. And would a dingo really eat my baby? I didn't hear anything about that in the OBC... Ooooo, Happy Hour! Week Four: OH THANK GOD THAT'S OVER. Screw it. I don't even know what I submitted. I don't care anymore. Just please end this evil purgatory! Send me somewhere! Send me anywhere! Ooooooooo, offsite! Week Five: OH MY GOD FLAG DAY IS HERE! Oh. You're sending me where? Cool. I've always kind of wanted to go there. Ooooo Happy Hour! Week Six: OH MY GOD I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO! Ah, man, I'm going to miss A-100... Ooooo, language training!