AmeriCorps & Etc. Links

After a few more hours, I knew I had to get out of there, what, with the sneezing from all the fingerprint powder up my nose and gagging at the mildew smell that seemed to be glued to my pores and the two inches of water in the bottom of my shoes that squelched delightfully against my permanently pruned feet. Not to mention the overwhelming feeling of disappointment and sadness and anger and frustration that a place with this many innate obstacles now has a huge one that has no business being there. — The Sith Hits The Fan 1.29.07