and I made my mom cry. Not exactly the response I was hoping for (or expecting). I guess it was a combination of things that she wasn’t really sure about, (ie- safety of volunteers) and the fact that it’s something that she would have loved to do at my age. My sister didn’t really say too much, but she did ask, “So you’d be how old when you got back?” Hm. The world will still be here waiting for me, two years isn’t that long. There will still be jobs to be had in three years- and I’ll have lived so much more. In the business of teaching, the more experience the better off you are. I’m not sure if I’m reading into that comment too much, though. Maybe she just wanted to get perspective on the timeframe of the whole deal. *le sigh*
I guess now I just need to get my ass in gear and start the application process- maybe I’ll stop by the international center tomorrow and talk to the recruiter about stuff.