what's that they say about hindsight?
i took my annual mecca to los angeles last weekend to deliver the young, innocent, naive JET newbies from the same, lonely, uninformed experience i had so long ago. as i answered the same questions we hear every year, i thought about my experiences... was my perspective even really valid any more? surely things have improved since then? at the very least, fluoridated toothpaste and widespread internet usage??
afterward, i was chatting with the recruitment coordinator for the program, the same lady who had called me 8 years ago to tell me there was a spot 19 days away, if i wanted it. she mentioned the JET alumni san diego chapter, and encouraged me to get involved... i involuntarily wrinkled my nose and said "nah..." mistaking my hesitation for shyness, she talked about just going, just trying it out, there would be other quiet people there too. i eventually let her know what i was really thinking: "angel, i didn't have a good JET experience. and i certainly don't want to hang out with a group of people who spend happy hour reminiscing about how they were their town's celebrity or about all the wonderful memories they made. quite frankly, i don't want to relive any of that."
she seemed shocked for a moment, and maybe a bit confused. i quickly followed up with my reasoning of spending half a tank of gas every year to share my JET alumni experiences with the newbies. i didn't have an orientation, i wasn't prepared for what i had signed up for. i was picked up from the train station and dropped off at an apartment, and had to figure out the rest from there. i volunteer every year to make sure that no other JET has to go through that like i did, without at least a little guidance.
and then, owning up to her title, she recruited me. it seems that there is a stipulation that you can re-apply for the JET program as an alum. and, in fact, they have just changed that waiting period after return from 10 years to 6. so i'd be eligible to go back. thinking she hadn't heard what i said about not wanting to relive that experience, i started to protest. but she cut me off with explanations of how different my perspective would be. i know the food and the language and the climate. i know the culture. i'm equipped. and that could make all the difference in the world of wiping out my heart wrenching, life changing experience, and changing it in to one i want to gush about to total strangers at a happy hour.
you know what they say about hindsight. but what about perspective? at the very least, it's got me thinking.
current mood: thoughtful