November 4th, 2002 - 11.52 pm
I just told Laine that I was feeling "all blewahbelahwwahbelawah."
(Side note: I've been gradually switching over from initals to names. Initals just get too damn confusing. So I've been going back and editing all the old entries, and using names in the new. So there.)
I defined "all blewahbelahwwahbelawah" as " Sort of twitchy and like, lots of tension stored up but not bad perse."
Maybe I should explain this weirdness. I've mentioned a couple of times that I'm training to be a rape crisis hotline counselor? Yeah, and it's AWESOME. I'm loving it 800%. Or I should say, I was. I'm done with my training. I've completed it. I am a paraprofessional rape crisis counselor. Tonight was all about paperwork and last minute stuff, and a tour of the MESA office and stuff. Wow. Wow.
We had this ritual at the end. And I'm not going to tell you exactly what it was, but let me just say it was incredibly moving I felt very honored to be doing the work that I'm going to be doing, and to be a part of the group that I've been inducted in and just very very lucky. This is a truly awesome group of supportive, wonderful people and even though you'd think that talking about rape and sexual assault 24/7 would make a group depressed we laugh a lot.
And I have my first shift coming up very soon and I'm nervous. But I feel prepared. I feel empowered. I feel. . .I feel good. I feel like I'm proactivly taking a stand to work to end something that I see is pure evil. And I feel good about that.
