It was an interesting time in my life, facing graduation from college. Though I had worked for my college newspaper for much of my senior year, I was not quite sold on it as my future profession. A few months before I was to receive my degree, I was debating testing the job market (though with little job experience, was somewhat hesitant about this), going back to school for my master’s degree in either technical writing or mass communication, or joining the Peace Corps.
From the onset, I was most excited about joining the Peace Corps. I was tired of school and ready to do something – anything. I can’t remember the exact location I was destined to go, but I am pretty sure it was southeast Asia somewhere. I had done some traveling throughout my life, visiting the Caribbean during college and having been to a handful of countries in western Europe playing soccer in high school. But to open my life to a whole new world of understanding appealed to my rampant idealistic side at the time.