1/31/20 This one’s super nerdy, but there’s an important connection at the end, trust me. The lumbering half orc sprints forward to face the kobold crouched low to the ground. His hands grip a long metal shaft stretching downward toward a hardened steel axe head that is dragging behind him in the dirt as he moves. Muscles flex and strain as the half orc raises the weapon up in a diagonal slash, the weight of the great axe now several times heavier due to the momentum of the run. With a grunt of force, the large axe now connects with the small body of the Kobold. The sheer force of the axe’s momentum drives the martial weapon right through the evil creature as a screech can be heard echoing through the halls of the Kobolds lair. “Holy F*** Seabass. You just cut that thing in two!” yells Delves, a gnome warlock who sits upon the shoulders of a halfling rogue....
Looking out over a large conference room I can see the pained expression of the bridge workers searching my words for answers. What started as a simple health talk about how to protect yourself from the Coronavirus has now devolved into a lengthy discussion about the origins of the Coronavirus and quarantine procedures for Botswana. Their eyes rest on the brink of fear not knowing when the virus will come to Botswana, nor if they are healthy enough to survive it. I am not an expert. I am a 23-year-old Peace Corps volunteer living in a village in the Northern District of Botswana. I hold nothing more than a bachelor’s in biology and 7 months as a volunteer in country. I am a novice to the public health realm, my knowledge stemming from accurate online resources strapped together with duct tape and a newly realized passion for public health. The advantage to these fresh eyes is that I have no pre-conceived notions to the delays and struggl...
I often like to have control in my life. When I plan a trip with friends, I’m the one planning on an Excel spreadsheet, the food we’re going to buy and what recipes to use. When it came to my interview for the Peace Corps, I had 3 pages of notes and every question they were going to ask prepared a week in advance. I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. At other times, I find myself spontaneously hanging upside down in a tree with a cat in one hand, another hand wrapped around the tree, desperately trying to not get scratched, while simultaneously trying to drop said cat without harming him. His name is Sebastian, and only a week earlier did I find myself suddenly owning said cat. A few weeks earlier, I was walking into the teacher’s lounge at the local primary school. Upon entering I made eye contact with a Korean man sitting reading a book on his Kindle. This wouldn’t be a su...
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