lealow07

"You are what you give."

Leslie McAbee

25 / Female

Dahlonega, Georgia, USA

About lealow07

Member since 17th Apr 07

Citizenship: USA
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Peace Corps Trainee
About lealow07:

I am a recent graduate from the University of Georgia, where I received a BA degree in English and Romance Languages. Currently, I volunteer as an art teacher at Pinewoods Library, a center for underprivileged Hispanic children, and I attend karate practice. In less than a month I will be training in Madagascar to become a Peace Corps English teacher and mentor to Malagasy teachers.

Hobbies:

My hobbies include reading (especially 19th and 20th century American lit.), writing (poetry and short stories), drawing (graphite and charcoal), tennis, hiking, metal smithing (silver), curling up in pj pants with a cup of tea.

Favourite places:

Ever since I was little, I've enjoyed visiting Charleston, S.C., for it's heaviness: the burdened look of the live oaks covered in Spanish moss, the city's turbulent but fascinating history, the proud and rainbow-painted mansions facing streets that got soul--sweetgrass basket weavers, cobblestones, and toothy skulls grinning from carved colonial tombstones. And a little bowl of shrimp and grits never hurts now and then.

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Latest Blog Entry

A World of Contradictions

Posted by lealow07 | 14th August 2008

As I walked to the university this morning, I saw the mad man standing out on his corner. His tell-tale ragged yellow shirt, wooly black hair, and all-over dusting of rusty colored dirt were there as usual, but his expression was eerily placid, almost holy in its stillness and seeming permanence. His face was lifted to the sun but not straining towards it. His eyes were shut tight as though one lapse in his effort to close them would have them drop from his sockets like eggs from a laying hen. His hands were lifted from his sides, the palms up and open. People on the sidewalk, including myself, were walking around him. We’re convinced to feel sorry for such people who may be trapped in a decaying mind, but I’d like to think that on this particular day, the mad man, above all others, had been able to surrender, while we’d stepped around him to fulfill our duties and endeavor to be the people we strive so hard to become.

Being in an urban environment, I daily encounter contrasts

Continued | Malagasy Musings