by Megan Durham | May 8, 2010
I need to stop procrastinating! But it’s a good break I suppose, and I get to feed my roommates.
by Megan Durham | May 7, 2010
Koro, it’s a disease eerily reminiscent of old B-movies. You’re a not-so-mild-mannered shop keeper, engaged in a hearty argument with a foreign customer. You’re practically boiling over with anger when suddenly he firmly takes your hand and shakes it until you notice...
by Megan Durham | Apr 24, 2010
Most of the time in the nonprofit world the sponsor-sponsored relationship is fairly sterile. Sponsors give money, sponsored organizations put sponsor’s names on t-shirts and banners. Not so with City Year’s and Comcast. Comcast, one of our national sponsors, does...
by Megan Durham | Apr 17, 2010
{This and the entries around it are excerpts from my journal, written during the return of my 6 month curse. Approximately every 6 months I hurt myself in some sort of spectacular fashion, usually necessitating a hospital visit. This time, though, the injury was a bit...
by Megan Durham | Apr 16, 2010
{This and the entries around it are excerpts from my journal, written during the return of my 6 month curse. Approximately every 6 months I hurt myself in some sort of spectacular fashion, usually necessitating a hospital visit. This time, though, the injury was a bit...
by Megan Durham | Apr 14, 2010
{This and the entries around it are excerpts from my journal, written during the return of my 6 month curse. Approximately every 6 months I hurt myself in some sort of spectacular fashion, usually necessitating a hospital visit. This time, though, the injury was a bit...
by Megan Durham | Apr 13, 2010
{This and the entries around it are excerpts from my journal, written during the return of my 6 month curse. Approximately every 6 months I hurt myself in some sort of spectacular fashion, usually necessitating a hospital visit. This time, though, the injury was a bit...
by Megan Durham | Apr 12, 2010
{This and the next couple entries are excerpts from my journal, written during the return of my 6 month curse. Approximately every 6 months I hurt myself in some sort of spectacular fashion, usually necessitating a hospital visit. This time, though, the injury was a...
by Megan Durham | Apr 5, 2010
Ladies and gentlemen, it is good to see you. To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure that I was going to make it back here.See, I have a problem. You may even say it’s a family problem. If I’m part of an organization putting on a big event and I’m...
by Megan Durham | Mar 20, 2010
City Year requires that we do a speech to the corps sometime during the year, here’s the transcript of mine for all of you to peruse and enjoy. If you could, take a moment and pay attention. Not to me, but to the world around you. Feel the chair underneath you,...
by Megan Durham | Feb 14, 2010
Picking up a copy of The Stranger on Friday I saw an event notice that caught my eye. It was for Dan Savage’s Valentine Day Bash and was sold as “a one-of-a-kind holiday catharsis” where members of the audience give Mr. Savage a tokens of failed...
by Megan Durham | Feb 2, 2010
It seems that whenever I think that I’m becoming a hermit events and fun things to do suddenly fill my every waking hour. These last weekends have been busy!First of all, a friend discovered and invited a bunch of us to the most interesting place up here…...
by Megan Durham | Jan 19, 2010
Today I was coming back from our service day on the bus. I was all covered with paint and tired after managing a group of middle schoolers for most of the day and settled down into a seat with my journal without any thought for the world passing me by. At least until...
by Megan Durham | Jan 18, 2010
So it used to be that MLK Day was a day off, not much else. Sure there was the obligatory speech from the principal over the announcements or a workshop in History, but really it was the day off of school that made it special. Not so in City Year. We’ve been...
by Megan Durham | Jan 6, 2010
Here I am, back from vacation and in school again. I didn’t realize how much I missed the sun until I was back swimming in it. It was wonderful being back in Tucson with the open expanse of the desert tugging at the eye and the heart, the bright border of...
