I have come to the conclusion that life is just a bunch of graduations ...

Both literal and metaphorical.

I'm sitting in the lobby of Walsh Hall right now, leaning against Nicole's and my stuff. I've already been up for three hours; the TLs paraded through our halls to wake us at 4 am. The lobby was a mess as of people and luggage. There was a mass exodus around 6:30 am, when the majority of vans left for the airport.

It's just a few stragglers now (and by a few, I mean about fifteen). Most are waiting for the train shuttles to start. Nikki and I are waiting for Enterprise to open its office so we can get a move on as well. We weren't going to get the car until noon, but it is 7 am, the latest we can stay is 11 am, and we really can't take waiting any longer, especially now that everyone else is gone. The weather has been beautiful the past several days, but now there's a freezing cold rain that has settled over the region. Kinda makes it easy to leave ... except I'm not leaving right away.

Nikki and I will have some fun in Ned for a few more days, visiting with a bunch of other wildfire people who will also be hanging around the area for a bit. And then I'll be home again.

So that's that. Done and done. The reflections on all of this still have not been very forthcoming in my mind. I think I need a week to decompress and then I can do so. It seems only fair to conclude this blog with a sense of closure. ...But not now. I'll keep you posted.

By this time tomorrow, I'll be an NCCC graduate

So graduation is tomorrow. After graduation, I'll be home in a week.

I could chose this time to wax poetic about the time I've spent in this program and how the last ten months have changed me. But who couldn't do that after experiencing something like this? Besides, my mind right now is too filled with little last minute To-Do lists regarding packing. Almost all of my possessions are in boxes or suitcases, with only a few toiletries and my graduation uniform fully exposed in the open air. Also elbowing their way into my cluttered mind are To-Do lists that will take effect once I drop my suitcases on the floor of my bedroom back home.

I'm also trying to clear my mind of the recurring job-search anxiety. I just posted my resume on Monster. I'm sure I'll do another job search soon. But for now, that's where I am.

I want to go!!!

I'm aware that lives are in danger and that fighting fires isn't a game or a sport and that people are losing everything as a result of these fires ...


I want to go to Santa Barbara!!!
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&sid=aRu20NS81r7s&refer=us


*sigh*

Back in Denver ... oh my ...

Good grief, I'm not even doing that much and I still let a week go by between posts ...

Okay, anyway ...

On Monday of last week, we didn't work and instead spent a good chunk of the day cleaning the bunkhouse and packing up. We also hung the swing, finally! It took us long enough. On Tuesday, we returned to Denver and settled in. On Wednesday, the majority of us turned in our line gear so it could be issued to the new wildfire teams; Joanna, Scott, John and Chris kept their stuff because they were going to the field day for the new teams. A bunch of us crossed paths with some of the Class VX wildfire people over those few days. They're really cool kids, very nice and eager to learn. I was talking to one and answering the questions he had about the fires I had been on.

Unfortunately, the new class might be in for a bit of a rude awakening. I heard that on their field day, they only had two water bottles and their fire shelters in their packs, and they dug a straight line that was on flat ground. Our field day pretty much felt like the real thing. We dug up, across and down a slope and then re-dug part of the line because they wanted the prescribed burn area to be larger. Our fire shelter deployment drill was a bit more intense too, from the sounds of it. But they'll get the hang of it when they start their season.

So there's a 2500 acre fire in Santa Barbara. I'm chomping at the bit, but there's nothing I can really do -- I have no gear.

I went for a run last Thursday and ended up with a sore throat from the cold air. That turned into a headache, mild nausea, chills, hot sweats, and body aches. So I spent the whole weekend feeling like I had the flu, and without much of an appetite. On Monday, things got a bit better except that I noticed my gums felt a little sensitive and it hurt to eat a little. I ate yogurt for breakfast, and had soup for lunch and dinner. Sheesh. On Tuesday, they were noticeably swollen. On Wednesday, I managed to eat something that required chewing. They seem to be feeling better each day, still a little sensitive. I am just falling apart, honestly.

This week has been pretty low key regarding our schedule. We cleaned a truck last week and the other two were cleaned by some Class XV kids who needed some "extra instruction," so we didn't have to take care of the vehicle this week. We had a community meeting on Monday, and the rest of the day to work on our debrief. Jamie McCleary actually called me on Monday, she's in charge of organizing our travel (among other things) to and from the campus for the program. Apparently the travel agency they use couldn't book a train for the government rate so I'll be flying home instead. We had off on Tuesday for Veterans Day. On Wednesday we had another meeting to discuss our education award. We presented our debrief yesterday morning and turned our portfolio in, which was the biggest thing we had to do. Last evening, Blake and I worked on our team's quilt square for the "Memory Mural." The team decided they'd like to make it a version of our "Message Boar," a message board that Blake started with Earth 4 to post interesting facts, and other funny jokes that the team shared. The rest of us adopted it when our teams were combined. So we put the squares for E 4 and 5 next to each other and made a replica of the "Message Boar," but with new facts and categories. I'll try to get a picture of it, along with a picture of the original board from the bunkhouse.

So here it is. My last weekend in AmeriCorps. It was snowing earlier in the morning, it seems to have settled at the moment. A lot of people are really ready to be done and head home or move on to what's next for them. I think it's just being back in Denver. I know if we were up in Ned, even if we were chipping, we still wouldn't necessarily want to be done yet. But here we are.

I feel like I'm aging out all over again

Well, this past week was rather uneventful. The Phillies won the World Series. Yay! Go Phils! Finally! And ... of course, I'm two thousand miles from home. But, oh well, they won. Good for them.

We had Monday off because of the fire over the weekend. Hawk left for Chicago on Tuesday. We also had our evaluations with Chad, Owens and Emily. Everyone had a good eval, it all went rather smoothly. Chad and Owens tried to mess with a few of us a little. On Wednesday Chad led a little tutorial on how to apply for a job with the Forest Service (or a similar agency with regards to wildland firefighting, such as the Bureau of Land Management). It's a bit more complicated than just sending in a resume. Fire resumes are supposed to be long, detailing all of the experiences you've had on crews and with a department. You also have to have a profile on a website that the Forest Service uses to look at potential employees.

Beyond that, we just went back to Kelly Dahl to chip the rest of the slash from the trees we had dropped last week. It's all come full circle, it seems. On Friday, we turned in a few things from our gear that the work center had issued us (face shrouds from our helmets, fusees, first aid kits), as well as our tools, boxes of MREs and cubies (five-gallon water jugs in boxes). It was quite sad and a bit surreal. I felt like I was aging out from drum corps all over again -- I'd had my last show, we were breaking down the equipment and putting everything away. They let us out early, so we said our farewells to Chad, Owens and Egan and went down to the house.

I went for a run, stained and sealed the bench and then got into my Halloween costume to parade around in Ned for the festivities. It was lots of fun, there were a lot of character costumes this year. I was a gypsy, which came together a lot better than I had anticipated. Nikki was Sarah Palin, Blake was Freddie Mercury, Scott was Iron Man, Ervin was Chris Meloni's character from Wet, Hot, American Summer.

So that's all then. Tomorrow, we'll clean the house top to bottom and get packed up. We head back to campus in Denver on Tuesday. We were originally supposed to work for another week, but we have to head back early to turn our gear in so it can be signed out immediately to the new wildfire teams, now that the cycles have overlapped for our campus. So that will leave me with not a whole lot to do on Thursday and Friday, probably. I'll probably drum up something to keep me occupied. I'm getting my hair cut on Saturday morning and it's kinda crazy exactly how much I'm looking forward to it.

But that's that. I think I'll save my reflections on the end for another post, this one has gone on quite enough.