Post-Celebration!
I’ve been absent for a bit. See… I’ve had this exam hanging over my head for months and months. Not for class or school, but to be a Registered Seed Technologist. (Yes, same test I took last year, and passed half of it.) This year I took the second part, which for me is testing my weakest subject (Seed identifications.)
I fuckin passed.
For realsies.
It’s still sinking in for me, because the lasttwo yearshave been devoted to studying and prepping and agonizing and stressing over this exam. There are only about 160 RSTs in the country. So, some states don’t even have one. Any time seed gets sold or grown or planted or shipped through the US- an RST has to sign off on it, or a federal lab has to sign off on it. Anyway, most people don’t care, but for seed people- it’s a big deal.
I guess for comparison, thousands and thousands of people will graduate college this year. Tens of thousands even. Hundreds of thousands? I don’t know, maybe.
3 people got their RST certification this year. And that’s it.
Anyway, now that the weight is lifted, I’m excited to have a life again! To see my friends and family again and not just look at seeds all the time. Last night was time to celebrate, big time, for me. The hotel I’m at (if you’re ever- for some god forsaken reason- in Des Moines, IA- stay at the Embassy Suites downtown. It is awesome) has a manager’s special every night from 5.30 - 7. Free draft beer, free well drinks. Mmmhmm. Then to a divey punky kind of bar (some guy named Igor from Russia and I had an in depth discussion about ‘Cabin in the Woods’ and the bartender was legally named Megan Tron.) Then back to the hotel to find the hospitality suite (also known as the free drink room) and meet up with other seedy people. After which things get a leeetle fuzzy. I know we went out somewhere else, and I know there was skipping.
The moral of that story is, at breakfast somebody asked “So when did you get in last night?” And I said, “That is such a good question!”
I’m a little groggy today, but honestly, so happy. So relieved, I don’t even care.
Oh, I will say this.
Things Iowa has:
- Fuckin- ballersteak. Jesus Christ I do miss that.
- Nothing open on Sunday. Seriously? I walked around downtown for about an hour and only every third place was open. Craziness. I’m from agnostic-ville I guess, but it’s weird. I mean- midday! In a city! I passed maybe 15 people in an hour of walking all around. And at least three of them were from the convention.
- Shittycoffee. Hooooleeeee shit. I found a cool looking place, kind of funky and old school looking. Coffee- abysmal. So bad I considered just throwing it out. (Only considered, I am drinking it because- you know. Coffee.) But man.
- People who smoke and are not hipsters. That’s a pretty Portlandy thing, I guess. Most of the people I see around Oregon that do smoke, are doing it outside a bar, and leaning against a fixie.
- A store called Raygun with a t-shirt that says “Don’t meth with Iowa.” I almost bought it.
- A store called “Seed” where I did buy a t-shirt that says “Seed is a need.” Everyone I’ve talked to about that place from the convention is VERY excited. Because seed people have mental problems.
- No concept of salad dressing to lettuce ratio. I got a steak salad (see above note on steak- that part was sublime) and every leaf of lettuce was bathedin dressing. Gag. I picked the steak out and left most of the lettuce.
- Did I mention the shitty coffee? I’m sad that I have to basically wait until Portland to have good coffee again. The Denver airport is a coffee wasteland as well.
Now my hungover self is going to take a nap.


