I was talking to Jessie today. She wasn't accepted into Rotary and now she's looking into different exchange programs. I told her to try Rotary again because it really is the best out there. You have supporters from all over the world. I'll bet there's a Rotarian in every country of the world.

She says she won't try Rotary again because she doesn't like what Rotary would try to get her to do. Rotary wants us to be in a group and to be able to be a good ambassador of your country in that group. They want you to be easy to talk to and friendly. She says that isn't her thing. I said it's amazing for me to think of going through anyone except for Rotary. She scoffed. I said I had just changed a lot since she had met me.

When she met me, I was meek, playing it safe with people I knew. Now, I'm pretty bold if I do say so myself. I like to meet new people, I like to try new things (However, I still don't like salads or fish. ^_^*).

"I don't know the old me anymore." I said.

The more I thought about this revelation, the more it started to pertain to me. In a matter of 6 months, I've gone from cutting and making scars, to nothing and trying to get rid of them. That's not all though. Oh, it's far from all.

I don't need a man to keep me happy. Money isn't for spending anymore, it's for saving and then it's for spending while I'm gone. ^_^* (I know that's not much better, but in the past 2 weeks, I've spent 15 dollars. 10 for gas, and 5 for a thing of yarn so I may knit a blanket for my host family.) I'm a little less scatter-brained, but in some ways a little more. The little things don't bother me. The big picture gets the upper hand on me. The world isn't out to get me, I'm out to get them and change them for the better.

22 days until the Kiss and Cry Calvin Conference. 65 days until I leave.