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Tonight we go to St. Petersburg on the night train. I'm so done with Moscow. My Russian is getting better, no thanks to my drinking habits. Apparently I'm quite charming when drunk and gesturing in broken Russian in a market in the middle of the afternoon. I guess that's my saving grace, because I'm certainly not articulate.
The other day we went to the American Embassy and talked to a couple state department employees in the foreign service. One of them was a Smithie, and even lived in Parsons house her first year! She gave me her card and told me to email her if I have any questions. Gotta love that old girls' network. I'm going to email her and ask her more about how to get into foreign service. I wonder how extensive the background check is. I don't have that much to worry about . . . do I? Russia's okay, I wouldn't want to come back and live here, I don't think, but the thought of getting government benefits and living in Berlin is pretty apealling. Nice work if you can get it, I guess.
So the summary is: a lot going on here, foreign service cool, 6 weeks with a bunch of people in close quarters and very few phone calls to my engineer bad. I console myself with the two upcoming semesters, not to mention the insane amount of fun that will be senior year. I'm still feeling the half bottle of wine I had earlier, can you tell?
The other day we went to the American Embassy and talked to a couple state department employees in the foreign service. One of them was a Smithie, and even lived in Parsons house her first year! She gave me her card and told me to email her if I have any questions. Gotta love that old girls' network. I'm going to email her and ask her more about how to get into foreign service. I wonder how extensive the background check is. I don't have that much to worry about . . . do I? Russia's okay, I wouldn't want to come back and live here, I don't think, but the thought of getting government benefits and living in Berlin is pretty apealling. Nice work if you can get it, I guess.
So the summary is: a lot going on here, foreign service cool, 6 weeks with a bunch of people in close quarters and very few phone calls to my engineer bad. I console myself with the two upcoming semesters, not to mention the insane amount of fun that will be senior year. I'm still feeling the half bottle of wine I had earlier, can you tell?
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