This is the extent of my mastery of the language with which I am supposed to be fluent in by December, less than 3 months away. Ironic, considering the fact that I will be celibate for the next 2 years (Yes, yes... Unless, you come to visit me, Christopher! :::insert coy smile here:::).

If you have found yourself at this page then you either a) Know that I am up to something crazy b) Did not know what I was up to, but knew that I was crazy or c) Are incredibly bored. For those who would like some background information: I graduated this year from RPI with a degree in biochemistry & biophysics (I don't know what I was thinking either). After much introspection and several self vs. self moments, I went a little psycho... deferred some grad school admissions... and signed my life away to the United States government! Awesome, I know:D

By this weekend, I will be in Cameroon. The question I have recieved the most about this last bit of information is, "What is a Cameroon?" ...Cameroon is not a type of cookie, candy, nor cake. Nor is it a tropical island, a cruise ship, or a Mexican city. You people need a globe or an education or something... For those of you who are more geographically-inclined, you can see that Cameroon is only a few landmine fields away from both my home (Ghana) and the home of Zahara Jolie-Pitt (Namibia).

Anyhow, there is a Peace Corps saying that goes "Volunteers who go to Asia return Buddhists. From Latin & South America, they return Revolutionaries. From Africa... Alcoholics." I wonder if they have grenadine there?

Honestly, I am not really sure what you guys will do without me. I am sure that some of you will experience a tearful night or twelve, and others may need a few rounds of therapy. Below you will find the requisite horrifically dorky n00b (Yah, I said "n00b.") pictures to lessen your pain. Don't cry now; this is not good bye. As they (we?) say in French, "A bientot!"

posted by Me at 5:54 AM