It's been how long??

It's been how long since my last post?! How time passes. It's been nearly two years since my last adventurous post on the Nathan's Babbles blog and so much has changed since then.

      For one, I moved back to the United States to finish my degree program at Louisiana State University (May 2016 grad, BA in Economics) and had a great final year of study. I enrolled in some very interesting courses covering a wide swath of study; from Political Science to African American Studies and Statistics, I loaded up my final two semesters with courses to help straddle the four minors I wanted to pursue before my graduation date. I took two courses from Dr. Wayne Parent (Politics of the South and The Legacy of Obama) which were appreciated not only for their reading list but also the discussion-based nature of the class. I learned some higher level Mathematics in Mathematical Statistics and Stochastic Processes (yikes those were interesting but tough to balance with the humanities courses) while also incorporating the findings in my Econometrics courses with Time-Series Analysis and Econometrics II. I took Public Finance with Dr. James Richardson, who was also my adviser during my research assistantship for senior year. We forged a great relationship and keep in touch to this day. Perhaps far and away the most interesting courses I took were Social Justice in the 20th Century and Contemporary Africa, two themes which I had hardly if ever delved into. The former covered Gandhi, King, and Mandela by autobiographical readings and small Socratic dialogues. The course culminated in a research paper and I chose to analyze several of King's rhetorical devices in his speeches in a collection I found at the local library. Contemporary Africa was fascinating because Dr. Gibril Cole is hands down one of the top 2 professors I have ever learned from. We covered so much and I was flying by the seat of my pants at times, but his unrelenting set of expectations drove me to work hard. I truly appreciated it. At the time, I was taking a particular fascination with the music of Nigeria, Ghana, Senegal, Niger, and Mali. My roommate Aaron and I were radio DJs at our university station and ran the world music show Pangea. I wrote my final paper in Contemporary Africa on the music of Fela Kuti and received top marks. I finished first in class.

    When I graduated in May 2016, I stuck around Baton Rouge to work a part-time public policy internship before starting a full-time job for Louisiana state government at the Department of Revenue. Much to my chagrin, I was still in Louisiana. Things were looking solid, however, and I was fortunate to be in-line to be the state's top economist in the Department of Revenue by summer 2017 at the ripe age of 22, but I was really hoping to get out and experience the world. In July 2016 Baton Rouge became a hashtag when Alton Sterling, a black man and father, was wrestled down, shot, and killed by police officers responding to a call in the neighborhood. A few days later as retaliation, a man from Missouri drove down to Baton Rouge and shot down several members of the police department. The city was emotionally distraught and for good reason. And as if that weren't enough, in August 2016 Baton Rouge received 5 straight days of rain which, when the rivers, tributaries, and storm drains filled up, flooded major parts of the city. My uncle and aunt took on 13 inches of water as did my cousins. Luckily my parents' house was fine as was the house I had not one week prior moved into, and for several weeks we were sharing quarters with our homeless family. My job with the government was to start August 15th, but was delayed a week due to the flood. It seemed everybody's lives were put on pause to deal with the storm. My family pitched together extra hands and I remember for a week straight I was working 8 hour days for family, friends, and members of my church gutting carpets, drywall, furniture -- really everything in sight-- in hot August heat and humidity. You didn't stop working until you ran out of phone numbers to call. And when those ran out, you didn't stop until people two degrees of separation were safe and fine, too.

   It seemed things were on the one hand going fairly well and then on the other just completely falling apart. In September 2016 I received two interview requests by phone from the Federal Reserve Board of Governors, an institution to which I applied several months prior. I took the interviews and two weeks later was offered a job in Washington DC. Just what I had wanted -- a job in government, in DC, in economics! Sadly, I was just getting to like the Department of Revenue and my coworkers there, but gave my two week notice. I was packing up my life in Baton Rouge as I knew it, parting ways with childhood and high school friends and family members that had watched me grow up, the whole gambit. I arrived in DC with a hiking backpack stuffed with clothes and a luggage full of work clothes. I crashed on friends' couches and air mattresses for 12 days before signing a lease and laying claim to my own room and starting work at the Board.

  Since October 2016 when I started my job, time has certainly flown by. I've already met and had to say goodbye to really interesting people in Washington. In this city, people come and go. Just like any job, but not least your first real one, you have good days and bad days. I had a hard time transitioning from student-flow (deadlines, assignments, feedback and progression) to work-flow (longer term projects, learning new skills slowly, notching institutional knowledge under my belt). Some people are sticking around and I'll make the best of it, surely. Sticking to my Bonn days, I assumed the making-friends strategy of joining a rock-climbing gym (okay, yes, but I wanted to do it anyway). Unlike Louisiana, I can actually take my skills from inside the gym to outside the gym at nearby parks. I ride my bike close to 100 miles a week through commuting to and from work and my rides on the weekend. Each day I pass the Supreme Court, Capitol, Mall, Washington Monument, White House, and Lincoln Memorial -- twice -- which through typing realize is surreal. Nearly all of my friends from back home came up to visit me during my first 6 months here (*cough looking at you Miranda and Rion) and we had a great time exploring the city together. When Mardi Gras rolled around my inner Louisiana came out and I threw a party for 40 people and cooked crawfish etoufee, red beans and rice, and chicken and sausage gumbo, ordered three king cakes and made my own boudin king cake, and if that wasn't already enough bought 40 pieces of Popeyes and 24 biscuits. I think the party was a success.

  In all, I can't believe I turn 23 tomorrow (July 5th) when so vividly I can remember turning 21 in Brussels' main square two years ago with Cat, Anne, Elodie, Dave, and Samson. I've got some interesting developments for the remainder of the year, but I'll refrain from typing it out until it's all official, lest I jinx the whole shebang! As I like to travel as close to my birthday as possible, I just wrapped up a formal bike tour from DC to Philadelphia, which will be the subject of my next post.

  To give you something to chew on, work at the Federal Reserve has been a great opportunity coming out of college. I frequently see Janet Yellen in the cafeteria and once so boldly (okay, sheepishly) asked how she was doing, to which she replied "Good." We've had some turnover in my section, but before leaving my Chief and I published a paper on the public website. Feel free to read it and get back to me.