Thanks Amir!
A Toast to Group Fifteen
written by Josh for our swear-in....


Here's to one year ago with application in hand


Not knowing where today we would stand


Here's to a 12 hour Amersterdam layover


Then trying to pretend like you don't have a hangover


Here's to our first Gazda dinner still drenched form the rain


Nervously laughing, while using our hands to explain


Here's to The Tudor and all the teachers whom we need to hug


Though, still there were times when they made us all want to burn our books in the tub


Here's to transparent shirts, black bras and tight pants


Then finding out they're way too young; even for Bazz


Here's to the Hub and those long, boring classes


And wishing to tell Terry, Marius, and Carmen to Kiss our ...


Here's to the cell phones, 4-star hotels, hot showers, and The Body Shop in Iasi


So, this why Romania is called the Corps of Posh


Here's to the ones of us who've gone RO, and to the 40% club


Just remember Dr. Dan's advice "No Glove, No Love"


Here's to the Konac and those hot Ploiesti nights


And, who can forget all those damn mosquito bites


Here's to friends for a lifetime we'll remember


I just hope we can still speak to them in Romanian come December


So, here's to Romania, the place we call home


And, here's to the unavoidable nights when we'll feel alone


Sometimes we'll forget the mission and wonder why are we here


Then, seeing the starving, glue sniffing kids; the straydogs; bad teeth; dirty roads; endless coruption; closed factories; and human trafficing


It all becomes clear


Our job is to help, our job is care, our job is to smile at everyone we meet, our job is to teach to love and to hold


And, though of course we'll get tired and stressed, just be like Charlie, Diane, and Odi, and never get old


So, in two years time ask yourself just one 'intrabare'


Is Romania better off because of me?


So, here's to the Pleasure, the Pain, and the Fun


But most of all, Here's to the toughest job that we'll ever love.