Back to School

What a month it has been. I've been celebrating my freedom from school and work with various trips with various friends, because I figure I'll never be this unattached again. I've seen fascinating historical sites in Boston, gone surfing in Huntington Beach, eaten so much food I could die in New Orleans, etc. It's been a good month, but now it's back to school.

My first day back in classes started out with a bang: the strap to my backpack said goodbye to embracing the pack and my shoulder forever. The relationship has been strained for a couple years now, slowly unravelling. My trusty Jansport has seen me through four years of high school and three years of college and has finally decided enough is enough.

I should have realized when I signed up for Modern Latin American History that it would turn into a huge mission story swap fest. So many guys serve in Latin America that those of us who've only read and heard things about the region are not entitled to opinions.