It’s a little late in the day but it’s not midnight yet and thus it is still officially Blog for Choice Day 2008. I had a better idea for this post, but somewhere in between the 180 pages I’ve had to read today, it got lost. So I will tell you instead about my campaign to get my sister, a 20-year-old devout evangelical Christian who comes home every weekend from college just to attend church, to become pro-choice.
There are those who have disparaged Social Work as…well, not the most rigorous of social sciences. And they make some halfway valid points (if you’re coming from a very particular paradigm, that is) that I have tended to dismiss outright until…yesterday. Yesterday I saw the first glimmer of truth in that sentiment, and it was slightly unsettling.
Today was my first day as an intern at a community mental health outreach program. I find myself obsessing over the type of intern I will be, as there is already another intern from my master’s program currently on site whom no one seems to like very much. Interns conjure up memories of frustration, endless hours of re-doing whatever work they did, as well as the phrase “as useless as an asshole on your elbow”, so I want to make certain that I am such a phenomenal proto-employee that everyone forgets that I’m actually paying them to work there.