That’s It

Well, it’s all over. School that is. I’m assuming that all my teachers have gotten my papers and what-not and are currently agonizing (I’m sure!) over what grade to give me. People keep asking me about plans, and it’s so weird to think that in one week, I’ll be leaving Washington. Of course, I’ll be back in July (with a brief stopover in June), but to think that this school year has already come to a close.

It’s all beginning.

It’s just weird. I’m not sure I can aptly describe everything I’m feeling. I’m lucky to have a job, I know. Even more lucky because it’s a job I’ve wanted to do since high-school. But what is it like to reach your dream? I’ve been pursuing it for so long that I don’t know what happens next. There’s so many new questions and I’m a bit scared to face them. I mean, I just made it through these questions!

Dad gets in on Tuesday. Mom on Wednesday. Graduation is on Thursday. I’m moving most – if not all – of my stuff out of my apartment on Friday and Saturday. I have to start packing all my stuff tomorrow. There’s so much to do, but I don’t want to do anything. I want to run away a little longer from looming adulthood and decisions and life.

P.S. I said in my last post that I would let you know if I cried or anything funny happened. Definitely cried after my Chinese test: part frustration that I suck at speaking Chinese, part relief (I think).

The final finals of my life

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Of. My. Life. 

I will never have to do finals again. Oh my goodness. Let that sink in. Swirl it around a bit. Smile. 

Then again, I might die. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to sleep for the next two weeks. Then again, I’m supposed to be working right now and I’m doing this. Mostly because I’m terrified. There is so much to do and I’m going to fail it all.

I just have to hope for the pity pass! The gentleman’s B! Please, Johns Hopkins, don’t let me not get my degree. Just a thesis to write and Chinese to somehow become proficient in. 

I’ll let you know if I cry or die or anything funny happens. 

My Letter to Senator Rubio about the Manchin – Toomey Amendment

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As former Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords wrote in the New York Times yesterday (http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/18/opinion/a-senate-in-the-gun-lobbys-grip.html), “if we cannot make our communities safer with the Congress we have now, we will use every means available to make sure we have a different Congress, one that puts communities’ interests ahead of the gun lobby’s. To do nothing while others are in danger is not the American way.”

So, I have done one of the things I can do as an American citizen: I wrote a letter to my Senator who voted nay. Probably it will never be seen. But if we all do this, to show how the fact that this common-sense, simple, un-infringing-on-our-rights-bill should have passed: then maybe we can finally see some change. Some true change to better the world around us.
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Dear Senator Rubio,

I found yesterday that you voted nay to the Manchin – Toomey Amendment that went through the Senate on April 17, 2013. Sir, what you have done is shameful and disgraceful. I understand, most likely, why you did it. You did it to cater to your Party, to those in the Republican Party that are so focused on stubbornness and hard-lining, that they are unwilling to compromise. You could be a great force in the Republican Party – but you are catering to the wrong part of the party. You voted for the party that is falling apart, you voted for your own future within that crumbling party, in the hopes that in three years, you will manage a nomination.

But the American people that you need to get to vote for you, and the Floridians who will propel you there, will not forget this moment in history. You did not vote for your constituency: you did not do you duty as a Representative, sir. You chose yourself and your so-called potential future for children and people around the United States that could be bettered by this bill. Just a few weeks ago, the Huffington Post reported that “9 in 10 Floridans support gun background checks,” including “88 percent of the state’s gun owners.” (Retrieved from: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/21/florida-gun-background-checks_n_2924040.html). How have you done your duty, sir, to be the representative that the people have chosen to lead them? You are not leading. You are bowing to pressures in your own party who refuse to be seen to accept anything that President Obama supports.

You had the opportunity, Senator, to move the United States towards freedom of fear. Background checks for internet purchases and gun shows do not decrease liberties for those wishing to exercise their second amendment rights. Outlawing semi-automatic guns that are not useful in hunting or protecting, but are used only in the slaughter of innocents, does not infringe on those second amendment rights. A gun lobby that the average American does not support, and will now regard as a pariah on the American system of justice, has courted you to the wrong side of history.

You had the opportunity, Senator, to protect those that have elected you. You had the opportunity to protect those that cannot protect themselves. The solutions proposed by the NRA do not lead to a world with more freedoms, but lead to a world with more fears. A parent should not worry about their child being shot in school; a person should not have to bring their pistol to a movie theatre. I, as an American citizen, deserve the “freedom of fear” just as President Roosevelt once proclaimed. But, now, I am fearful. I am fearful that our leaders in Congress – of which you are supposed to be one – are interested only in their own futures and not the futures of their people – your people.

You probably will not read this, Senator. Some intern will read it (I was one on summer, on the House side) and I will get a standard stock response from you. Somehow though, I hope you WILL read this. This letter and probably endlessly more letters that upset, disappointed Floridians will write to you to show you the errors of your ways. You have not done your duty as a Senator, as a leader, or as a Christian. I hope that your intern reading this will be ashamed and abashed for you, if you yourself are not.

I hope that this amendment, or another bill or amendment like it, will pass through Congress with strong bipartisan support the next time around, because Senators who voted “nay,” like you, will feel guilt and remorse for how they have done nothing to help or protect the average American from fear and death.

God bless you, Senator.

Just some updates

1. I’m not sure you all knew, but I participated in this thing called SAIS Crisis Simulation about a month ago now, and it was hilarious and fun and stressful and fantastic. You can check some of it out at crisissim.wordpress.com. Probably better to start from the last page to the first to understand how things played out. It turns out, though, that as Control (the people running the show), we are quite prescient. We had a coup in North Korea, where the hardliners took over and became belligerent, and ended up firing a rocket at Japan. And now look at North Korea. It just makes me happy, in a terrible way, because I’m the one that really pushed Control to picking East Asia as the place to have the conflict for the simulation. So, it’ll be interesting to see how things play out.

2. Graduate school is coming to a close. Woah. I’m almost totally done with schooling? I’ve never not been in school. This is such a trippy thought. Let’s see: One thesis, one presentation (on the thesis), one take-home final, three small papers, one proficiency exam, three weeks of class. Again, let me say: Woah. It’s a bit hard to focus, honestly. It’s just like, trying to do any of the reading is a battle. It’s not that it isn’t interesting, it’s more that I’m a bit surprised that graduate school is so easy and how I haven’t really learned a whole lot that I didn’t already know, which surprised me. Well, maybe more about Economics, but even with that – I feel like it goes in one ear and out the other and doesn’t all seem terribly important. I’m not sure what this all means or what-not, but it is what it is and it is almost over.

3. I ran into a co-worker that I worked with in Taiwan on the metro the other day. What a small world! He lives like five blocks from me. hahaha! Really cool.

4. It’s so hard not to live in the future, but to really focus on the present. I’ve never been a good present-focuser, as I’ll call it. I’m too worried about planning, too worried about what the landscape is going to look like in the future so I’m prepared to handle it. But that’s not good right now. I’m a bit terrified to look into the future. The present is too much fun. I don’t want to let it go. I don’t want to have to let it go or make the sacrifice to let it go. The future is terrifying. There are so many unknown variables – and the worse thing is, I can’t really do anything about it in the first place. I don’t know where I’m going to go. I can’t make other people act in the way I want them too. I’m so hopeless in the whole situation. There is literally nothing I can do but sit here and be and WAIT. And, well, if you know me at all: I hate waiting. I would rather be almost late for a flight than wait for it. So this, this is difficult to handle.

5. Jake noticed last night that we’ve basically not spent time apart except for the winter and spring breaks since I got back from Italy. I said that we were trying to make up for all our lost time from that year. It’s kind of fascinating because, as my Mom put it so eloquently, “Hasn’t he gotten tired of you yet?” While I can’t answer for him, I haven’t gotten tired of it. We went to see the cherry blossoms on Monday and we paddle boated and just walked around and it was beautiful. It was a fantastic day. And there are so many times that I can say it was a fantastic day, even when it was something so simple as watching some movies together. We’re trying to fit a lot in – but I think that’s okay. Plus, we make some killer dinners. Damn, we’re good. I just gotta keep hoping he doesn’t get too tired of me.

Just a post trying to work things out – It doesn’t go so well

It’s amazing how much people think about love. We write about it, most of our songs are about it, movies revolve around it, books delve into understanding it. I’m sure poetry began because of it. Love. Love.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. About how I’ve grown in all the ways I have loved. In how we think we’re in love. In how it is so freaking scary to realize that you are trusting someone with part of yourself, possibly more than just part. Maybe it’s just the stress of midterms adding on to it, but I think when you’re in love you just think about it all the time anyway, right?

I’m not quite sure what I’m trying to say. I’m not very good at putting emotions into words. It’s all very difficult. Maybe just trying to get some of my fear, my hopefulness, my excitement all out into something I can understand.

Doesn’t look like it’s working out well, huh?

This is all going to make possibly being separated that much harder.

This Foreign Service thing…

So, big news! The Rangel 2011 cohort (of, obviously, which I am a part) have all received our (95% sure) dates for when we will being A-100. What is A-100, you ask?  Well, dear reader, A-100 is kind of like Foreign Service 101. It’s basically an introduction class to everything that our new lives will require. It’s nothing specific towards our careers – as in, not training for a specific post – that happens later after A-100. The big thing that A-100 has though is – drum roll, please – bid lists! I’m not sure when you receive the bid list (as in, what week) but it is a big deal. It’s the first post you’ll receive, which is presented to your whole class and family and friends alike at flag day.

Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll have stuff on this blog about all of that stuff. It’s just that I figured I actually write something ABOUT the Foreign Service since, technically, that’s kind of why I got the blog in the first place. A friend of mine (another Rangel) showed me that actually there are TONS of blogs about the Foreign Service. Go figure! Of course there are. It’s an unusual job that has a lot of fun stories and mystery attached to it. Feel free to check out this one that explains more about bid lists and flag day: http://www.travelorders.com/

But, this also has something difficult attached to it. I’ve started seeing someone and while I’ll be going into A-100 in July, he’ll be going in May. That might not seem like a big deal, but it’s a bit scary. Scary because we don’t know if we’ll be able to stay together. And when you’re with someone, well, that’s never a good feeling. We’re not going to think about it until the time comes, but it’s on both of our minds. This is an actual, very real part of our lives that we’re eventually going to have to deal with. We have a few months before the real worry starts. Whether or not we’ll be posted together – whether or not we’ll try to do that – what if we get posted to different places? What if we’re not even in the same part of the world?

Basically, dear reader, feel proud of your relationship right now. That most likely you don’t have to worry about whether or not you and your loved one will be split apart for years, without knowing whether there is the possibility of being reunited. And if, when? It’s all very complicated. I think we can work it out. But it’s something that will weigh heavily on us come May.

Anyway, starting school again! Yeah!…? It’s a bit weird to be back, honestly, since break was so long. But courses should be good – minus the 8am classes (two of them! Eek!). We will see!

List of Things that Jacob and Ashley Need To Do

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So I don’t forget, since I have already forgotten the vast majority of things and my brain is getting no better.

  • Skiing (in which Jacob shall teach and laugh and Ashley shall fall down a lot)
  • Gun Range (hopefully no falling involved – that’d be bad)
  • Ice Skating (so that skiing can be reversed)
  • Paintball
  • Laser Tag
  • Go to Colonial Williamsburg
  • Go to Cedar Point (and cry like small children)
  • Hot Air Ballooning
  • Disney World
  • Oregon

[Updated 5/20]: The school year is drawing to a close, we probably won’t get to do much more. But hopefully come September, when we’re both back in DC, and we’re not too busy with work, we can get back to this list. And both of us will have more money then too.

Movies to Watch (mostly because Ashley hasn’t seen them and that’s pathetic):

  • Gladiator
  • Top Gun
  • Ghostbusters
  • Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
  • Captain Ron
  • Collateral
  • Crimson Tide
  • Behind Enemy Lines
  • How to Train Your Dragon (this is the one that Ashley shall make Jacob watch and he shall like it) [note: he loved it!]
  • Minority Report
  • Blazing Saddles
  • Deathproof
  • Tombstone
  • Big Trouble in Little China
  • Red Dawn (new)
  • Django
  • Lawless
  • Life Aquatic
  • Royal Tenenbaums
  • Kill Bill 1
  • Kill Bill 2
  • Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure 1
  • Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure 2
  • Ghostbusters 2
  • 300
  • Three Amigos
  • Star Trek: Into Darkness
  • 42
  • Iron Man 3

Hopefully this list’ll keep getting updated and growing and what-not as I/we think of other ridiculous shenanigans to do.

Milennial Women Leading Strong

As many of you have probably noticed, there is an influx of “Can women have it all?” type articles floating around in all the major newspapers. The Economist a couple months ago, if I remember the hard copies (can you call magazines hard copies?) that my roommate received in the mail, had an article about women in the workplace, breaking down all the usual statistics. It seemed to start with Mary Ann Slaughter’s article called “Women Can’t Have It All?” Followed by Foreign Service Officer Dana Smith’s article in The Atlantic about how it is entirely possible to “have it all” as long as you clearly define what “it” is in your own way. Then, this morning, I stumble upon this article here: 
http://www.forbes.com/sites/deniserestauri/2012/07/16/why-millennial-women-do-not-want-to-lead/
and needless to say, I was a bit shocked.

Of course, the thing when someone reads articles like this is that they respond with their own experiences. I can’t speak from any other point of view. Then again, what else can I speak with? I just want you, reader, to take what I say with the fact that I haven’t conducted surveys or asked specific questions about this: this is all from my viewpoint.

I am not attacking the article. She makes some interesting points that I’m going to have to go through myself to understand (the idea of women having to be more “perfect” than men in order to get leadership). But the main sentence and idea I take problem with is this: “This is why, for example, when you walk into any given high school – or even middle school – class, the majority of hands raised, of voices speaking out, will be those of boys and most girls will sit silently, not trusting themselves to speak, afraid that all they have to offer is inferior.”

Frankly, I don’t find this true at all.

Maybe it’s the fact that I didn’t go to a NE Private University, but a Southern Public one (yes, I’m bumping up the high-school to college, but the same idea, I would imagine, should still hold.) But wouldn’t you think, in the more “oppressed” and “conservative” South that women would find more trouble leading? My undergraduate is on a 60/40% female/male divide heading every day more towards 70/30% (I think I heard somewhere it is currently about 63/37?). I was in several organizations, a double major who took way too many classes than was probably healthy, and worked with the Leadership Center on campus.

The question actually asked by most of us: Where are the men?

Let’s start with the classes. I was a History and International Affairs major: so, yes, definitely a liberal arts, but Political Science/International Affairs is a male-dominated field if you look at who is running politics, law groups, and academics. One class, a special internship course on export-controls, had 10 students: 6 girls, 4 boys. To even get in this class you have to have an impressive resume and an interview to be asked to join the class. What’s impressive on a resume? Leadership and internship experience. Well, that’s just one class! Take my Strategic Intelligence Class, then, for example. The top five performers in class: I believe all girls. The ones who spoke the most (myself included): almost all girls. My other international affairs classes? I never saw boys take lead in conversations without a woman’s voice interjecting. Women at UGA were passionate about their subject. In my Introduction to Comparative Politics class, the teacher would look to me sometimes to verify information that he was saying. Even my military history class, which had a few ex-military men in there, never stifled women’s voices. I think it was the only class in my entire career where I had more men than women. My one friend – the more silent type that when they speak, everyone stops to listen – often fought with the professor (they were hilarious fights because they always agreed with each other for the most part) and both of us were a constant source of discussion. Major scholarship winners at UGA last year: 1 female Rhodes, 1 female Gates-Cambridge, 1 female Mitchell.

Maybe it was the classes, you say, that I was taking. Fine, fine. Let’s look at organizations, shall we?

I received a call in early 2011 from NBC Nightly News asking the same question: “Where are the men in leadership positions?” I complete reversal from the article above. “I don’t know,” I told her. The International Affairs Honor Society was headed by a female student. Three of the four Honors Teaching Fellows in 2010 were women. The Roosevelt Institute always had at least two or three women in their major leadership positions. The list goes on: Habitat for Humanity, run by women; Invisible Children, run by women. It’s never something I really stopped to think about, because women were everywhere – leading, teaching, learning – that I probably took it for granted. I would bet you though that more than 50% – nay, 75% – of student organizations has a women in the top two positions of an organization. (SGA voted in a women Student Body President in 2011.)

Let’s talk about the organization I know best. It was a Board of Directors, of which I lead, with 8 positions. Want to know how many men? Two. One of them was gay. (I mention this because I think it is also, more even!, important to recognize the lack of LGBTQ leaders.) This organization helped all of the other volunteer organizations raise money, raise awareness, and collaborate on issues, for their respective issues. It took up an inordinate amount of my time. I wouldn’t replace it for anything.

So where, I ask you, does it look like millennial women aren’t leading? It certainly wasn’t at my school. Even if we went back to my high-school (no, no, I won’t bore you with that), I think you’d find relatively similar things (if I could remember them). Drum majors senior year: three women; top 10 positions in the rest of the band: probably 8 women, if not all 10; National Honors Society President/VP: two women. I know that there are problems.

There are those still afraid to speak up, still afraid what men will think of them. I am thankful for the women before me – and my parents who have taught me – who fought for the right for me to be myself. I can’t be any other way. I like leading. I am passionate. I am driven. I am smart. I want other women to feel the same way and am often confused when they don’t. But most of all, I’m thankful that I didn’t even recognize the issue of millennial leadership because of all the powerful, outspoken, individualistic women that I know. I don’t want high-school and college girls to look at articles like this and feel defeated, feel like it’s all too hard. Because it’s not. At least, not in these formative years. I’m just getting to see the job market myself and I think the problem we need to keep in mind is the work/life balance for women in the workplace. We need to make sure that these smart young women in high-school and college carry on these traits to the work force. If they hone them well enough during school, they should hold on to them in their job. And this, this is the important issue.

So millennial women, you keep leading strong.

Youth and Old Souls

I had this pretty epic post written out days ago. Of course, it involved referencing two articles which have disappeared into facebook’s speed-of-light newsfeed and I can’t remember to save my life who posted it. I should’ve actually written the post days ago, right when I saw the articles; but that would be the smart thing to do. I end up, generally, writing posts in my head for a good day or two. Generally. Especially one that I wanted to be soul-revealing and deep and all that. But then you forget things and other things cloud your mind and you can’t pick up the strand again.

I’m going to try anyway.

I read two articles last week: one was on the 25 things you should do in your twenties or at college or something equally similar. I’m pretty sure it was on Thought Catalogue. But their google search picked up nothing. The second article was a criticism of this right out of college girl that was complaining about how she wasn’t “living” because she actually had a job and an income while all her friends were unemployed crying at home. I agreed with the article, but at the same time, I was a bit sympathetic with the girl. Not for the fact that she has some definite white whines (don’t we all?), but the fact that she felt like she was missing out on something: her youth.

Your youth is when you’re supposed to do stupid things. You’re supposed to go to a frat party and make-out with a stranger. You’re supposed to throw up on the floor because you were way to drunk. You were supposed to sneak out with a friend to do something silly and stupid, but way too much fun. You’ve seen the movies and sitcoms as much as I have; but the thing is, I know people out there are being youthful and living in a way that I simply cannot comprehend and cannot experience.

I feel like I’ve been an Old Soul my whole life. Well, maybe starting in middle school. Elementary school I was a total rebel. Maybe that’s where my youth went: spent in the halls dancing and skipping classes and fighting with teachers I disagreed with. Shyness crept on me and my books were what I lived in. I never snuck out with friends (okay, there was that one time when we were trying to do a Senior Prank, but that failed miserably. And I’m pretty sure I told my Mom, which kind of defeats the purpose now doesn’t it?). I have only two good drinking stories – one bad one in the “I was drugged” kind of way, not in the “oh, did you see that?” kind of way. I’ve been bought one drink by a boy. Hit on by only two or three others.

I’m not asking to be promiscuous. I’m not saying everyone’s life is the same. But when I see lists of things you should do in your twenties or in college, I realize that I won’t ever do those things, won’t ever get the chance to do those things. I chose other things: a job, studying harder, my resume, new countries. But they’ve made me old and there is some part of me that wants to be reckless and not think and live in the moment and be young. I’m glad I won’t be living with my Mom and unemployed. I’m glad I worked hard to get what I wanted. I suppose I sacrificed some youth for that.

But why does it feel like others have achieved the same things and still get all the crazy stories to tell their kids? There’s a line from the TV show Castle, where the main character (yup!) Castle says to his high-school too-serious daughter, “Don’t you want to have wildly inappropriate stories to tell your children?” I do. But I don’t.

Don’t get me wrong: I laugh. You probably can tell or know that. In fact, I love to laugh. But most of my stories involve sitting around with some friends – many of whom have moved on in their life and have their own crazy stories that are not like the ones I remember. Most of my stories involve learning about myself and my limits. But where is true self-discovery without some recklessness?

Maybe I’m just jealous. Probably am. I want to be able to say “YOLO” and do something stupid. I want to almost get picked up by the cops. I want to sneak out in the middle of the night. But I can’t. I can’t let go in that way. I get too worried. I think about the consequences too much. Being trapped in your own head is not what youth is supposed to be.

Because there are things that I want more.

It’s just hard, sometimes, to look at lists, at all the things that I could have had that would’ve made life that much more enjoyable and realize that I’ll probably never have it. Is my life less fulfilled because of it? I suppose I’ll find out when it’s all over, now won’t I?

Wrapped up in news

Yes, yes, the old phrase again of always forgetting to post. I know, I know.

Anyway, things have been going pretty well. Work can be both frustrating and exciting and boring. It’s weird though, because no matter how frustrated I get, I’m not actually <i>angry</i>. I do get angry (vehemently so, sometimes), so it’s not like I don’t feel anger or something, but it’s almost like it doesn’t really matter, like I know it’s not going to change anything. And that’s the thing: I know it’s not. I love this work. I think what we do is important and needed and I feel that somewhere deep in my bones and soul.

I’m learning less about Taiwan-US relations (though I do think my opinions on China-Taiwan reunification may be a bit changed now), then about what I am calling the “soft underbelly of State.” I’m learning a lot about relationships and people and managing and how absolutely <i>gossipy</i> this institution is. The thing is, it’s important gossip. It’s called “corridor reputation” and it tells you the kind of people you’re going to be working with. It’s hard not to let it affect you though too.

I read a lot at work – LOTS of news. I figured maybe I could try and share some stories that I found inspiring or disturbing or something like that. So, today, I will share two stories.

Yesterday, I read this article about a teen ballerina and the life she has overcome to achieve her dreams. I won’t ruin the article or explain everything, so read it. But the point I want to share is this idea that if we want it, if we give it our all, that we can really achieve something with our lives. She already has achieved so much, worked so hard. I hope that I can remember that – because I know that I have this gift for international affairs, but I need to work harder at it. I need to absorb all the knowledge that I can to truly hone these skills. I’m going to try and read more non-fiction books on subjects that interest me, rather than my silly (though pleasurable) sci-fi/fantasy/young adult books. Both are needed sometimes. It might be an American idea to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, but it’s refreshing for the spirit to hear about the stories where it does happen.

The other is not a refreshing, happy, dream-like view on humanity. In fact, it’s the opposite: it is cruel and unjust. This article is about a dog, Lennox, that was put to sleep unnecessarily because he looked like a pitbull. He had done nothing, <i>nothing</i> to deserve this other than LOOKING like a dog that scares people. Now, I’m not a dog person and pit bulls do sometimes scare me. Any growling dog generally does. But I could never imagine KILLING something out of fear of what it MIGHT do. I know that seems like a bigger statement than it should be for a dog, but I find this article so wrong. Why would you kill this dog? What had it done? In fact, it is isn’t even a pitbull, which was the council’s whole reasoning for killing it. I am hard programmed for logic and I get infuriated when logic seems to defy people in the simplest of situations.

Well now that I’m all worked up, I’m going to do some reading and head to bed. Cables to write in the morning at work and all that. The weeks really fly by though. I’ve already been here 6/10 weeks. I only have 26 days now left, in fact. People at work keep asking if I can extend and where the time as gone. I don’t know either guys. :)

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