I actually had a nice picture submitted with my application – so they picked my horrible driver’s license photo instead.
I have learned a few important lessons during the initial culture shock of being in Free America. I working in a good full post, but I feel like a dog in a butcher shop. So many sights, sounds and smells (surprisingly most good), and not nearly enough time in the few short days allotted.
The people are wonderful and polite, the camaraderie is amazing, and the conversation delitful.
After being able to carry for the last few days, it’s very disconcerting to be forced to disarm before entering a school to do volunteer work.