Ten months ago, I was mired in an often frustrating, mostly sleep-depriving internship recruiting process. I took my licks, watched others bask in the glory — well, whatever glory can be surmised from it — of obtaining a summer internship, and provided a feasible set of reasons why I shouldn’t sulk or get discouraged.
After being told tonight that I wasn’t selected to participate in the Ford School’s Senegal Development Program trip, it’s time to take that advice to heart once again. I think I had set myself up for immunity from such decisions; after all, despite the fact that I spent a good chunk of time in Africa this year, there’s a heap of folks in my program that spent years there, speak Wolof, and could haggle their way through a Dakar street market like buttah. I can’t take this personally, although the lost opportunity stings about as much as my knee does after tonight’s flag football game.
There’s more than one way to Africa, and I’m bound and determined not to spend my spring break on a beach. Hmm….that’s maybe one thing that’s changed since that job trial — I don’t give up as easily. That’ll probably come in handy when that beautiful continent. does come calling.