I started my internship on Monday at a corporate law firm and its an experience unlike any other. I have an office. I have a window. I have a cushiony swivel chair and a big wooden desk. I wear suits and "work clothes". I type on the computer and write memos. I check my email and talk on the telephone. I have a one hour lunch. I'm used to chalkboards, and kidney shaped tables with seven year olds sitting around coloring and scrutinizing double digit addition. I'm used to dropping students off to lunch (if I'm lucky enough to have my own lunch break that day) and scarfing down food in fifteen minutes hoping I don't get buzzed because Joey sprained his ankle as he attempted to kick Stacey in the knee for a french fry. Part of me misses the teaching thing but this is different. I like it too. It sounds funny to those who do this day in and day out but its all so exciting in its differences. I feel like a real grown up in my black high heeled pumps typing away on the computer and sipping coffee! I am quite surprised since I fancy myself "uber-flower-power-child-save the world type" in utter bliss at the ACLU (which I loved, working at the ACLU is awesome!) But this... this is so different from anything I've done or imagined and that makes it exciting. I am a kid playing grown up. And having fun doing it.
I have two more posts I'm hoping to write on Brasil. I sat down to write one today and felt butterflies because I I am going to write about the favelas and they are a very emotional topic for me. It may take me some time to get it out. I hope I will.
In other news my 101 in 1001 is moving along. Who'd have thunk? :)