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Hi. I'm alive. I am currently working at the Peace and Reconciliation Group in Derry, editing an entry-level book about mediation. It is fairly interesting, and the people are very nice. I have never had a 9-5 job before, and it is rather exciting! Everyone from Earlham seems to be settling in very well. Classes start next Monday. I am proud to announce that my time as a fiscal conservative is over. It lasted almost exactly four days. It all fell apart when a kid returned a 1£ coin I dropped in the mall. I offered him the coin back, in thanks for his kindness, but he declined. Now that I think about it, I'm a bit ashamed that I did that; the act of returning that pound was worth a great deal more than 1£ and to offer to return a kindness in the way that I did it almost seems like more of an insult. The more I thought about it, the sicker the whole idea made me. After all, since when was life about what I can "afford" to give? The moments when I have been truly useful are not conjoined with the moments when someone asked me what I wanted to do or with the moments when I could measure or control what I gave.
So I am now thinking of better ways to do it, and am taking suggestions of good Stargirl-style activities. : )