Friday, July 1, 2011

It's 3 a.m. I must be lonely.

     I'm not really lonely, however it is 3 a.m., so those just happened to be the lyrics that popped into my head. Those of you that have spent any time with me know that this happens quite frequently.  Now, why in the world am I up at 3 a.m.??? DREAMS!  Or rather nightmares...
    
     First, let me describe my current sleeping situation.  I am in a 12 by 12 room that is lined by 4 sets of single bunk beds.  I called a bottom bunk.  On this bottom bunk, a slim floral mattress is covered by a lime green mosquito net.  The bunk above me is probably 2 feet away from my face...
  
      I find myself in a dark hole and I'm growing claustrophobic.  Struggling to get free from the presence that is suffocating me I manage to squeal, "Where am I?"  I feel a comforting hand coming towards me, as if it will free me from all that is tying me down.  I hear something... my name.  "HELP!"
    
     Laughter breaks through as Deb, my 42 year old colleague from Boston untangles me from the mosquito net, and my body shifts from being implanted into the wall.
    
      My interpretation:  The side effects of malaria pills are no joke, people.

The Scoop


     Here’s the 411 on what has been going down.  From Chicago we (the 13 of us also known as the baker’s dozen) flew to Brussels.  We waited in the airport for 3 hours and then made our final journey to Banjul, where we were greeted by a tall Gambian man named Sherrif. We flocked under his Peace Corps sign and then Linda, the Program and Training manager, arrived and calmed any nerves we may have had with a huge hug and a grand smile.  After our greetings our first job was to obtain our luggage.  Standing by the conveyor belt and keeping an eye peeled, I spoke to an airport worker that continued to calm any of my nerves by repeatedly telling us that we were welcome in the country.  That feeling has only grown since. 
     For the past two days we have stayed in the transit house in Fajara.  It has 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms and wireless internet that chooses when it would like to work. The house itself looks as though something you would find in America.  The only thing that sets it apart is the fence that is topped with broken glass bottles to keep unwanted visitors out.
     I have now gone through one long day of training where we were taught things from how to change the tire on our bike to ways to stay safe in The Gambia.  Considering they can’t tell us everything in one day, there are still many things I don’t know.  For instance, I still don’t know what language I will learn how to speak, or what village I will be in.  However, here is what I do know:
     Accessing the internet will not be as easy as I thought.  The Peace Corps Headquarters once had wireless internet, but due to budget cuts, it now only contains 3 computers that allow internet access, which normally have a line for use.
     The mail run has also been changed to running once every 8 weeks rather than once every 4. 
     Here’s the good news… On Monday, we are receiving cell phones that are on a group plan for Peace Corps members.  We can call and text each other for free, and it gets even better…  When we receive calls from the states it is also FREE!  (For us that is).  It will cost on your end.  I’ve heard that Skype is the cheapest way to do so, and when I find out my number I will be sure to share it. 
     Last and certainly not least is how I feel about all of this.  It’s pretty simple.  I feel as though I’m where I’m supposed to be.  Period.  End of Sentence. J  So don’t worry, Mom!  Love you all!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Why the Peace Corps?

This is typically everyone's first question.  My answer usually depends on who is asking.  My shortest response:  I felt as though I was called to join.  A little bit lengthier response:  I encountered a life event that made me realize just how short life can be, thus I decided to do the things I had always wanted to do.  The Peace Corps just happened to be at the top of my list.  And for those of you reading, here's the real story...

When I was getting ready to graduate college I went to an education job fair where I spoke to a Peace Corps representative.  I was extremely interested in all she had to say, but at the time I couldn't fathom the two year commitment that one had to make in order to become a part of the Peace Corps.  I left the fair that day, but the idea of joining the Peace Corps never left me.

As years passed, all that I had thought I could possibly do in two years (that originally kept me from joining) didn't happen.  Here's what did:

After college, I moved to California with the dream of becoming a teacher.  I knew this wasn't going to be an easy task, but I had the will, so I figured there must be a way.  After adjusting into our new home and getting a good night's rest, I set out on foot in downtown San Diego in search of a waitressing job.   It wasn't long before I was hired on the spot at Moose's McGillycuddy's.  This would be one of the first places where I felt as though I was put for a reason.

My next task in San Diego was to find a church.  I asked around and would go to churches that were too big, too boring, or too entirely crazy, until one day I met a family at Moose's...  I have no idea what came over me to ask the family I was waiting on if they went to church, because it's not a typical question that fits between "What would you like to drink?" or "Would you care for any dessert?", but I did and it is probably the best question I have ever asked.  They told me about New Creation, the church they attended, and gave me directions.  The next Sunday, I followed their directions and ended up in the second spot I was meant to be.

New Creation is where I met my angel, Angela Bass.  I was sitting in the pew behind her, when she turned around and asked me if I was a teacher.  My response, "No, but I want to be.  I received my degree in elementary education and am looking for a job."  She told me to talk to her after the service, and thank the good Lord, I did just that.  Angela ended up connecting me to the third place I was meant to be, Central Elementary.

Once again, I was hired on the spot and started out as a substitute in 5th grade for a teacher's maternity leave.  This led to another maternity leave teaching 4th grade, and then finally to my own classrooms for the next two years teaching 4th grade.

While I was teaching in my third year, I started to attend a bible study with fellow teachers from Central that was organized through The Rock Church.  During this time, Pastor Miles led a Do Something campaign, and I felt a fire start to ignite in my soul.  In our study we were asked questions such as, "What would you do if you had no fear?" and I began to contemplate the Peace Corps once again.  I spoke to my group about my thoughts, and I was given the advice to "go until something tells you to stop."

A couple of weeks after I started my application process with the Peace Corps, my life changed drastically.  I received news that Leeann, one of my closest friends since high school, and also my moving to Cali buddy, was involved in a fatal car accident.  Crushed, I flew out the next day to our hometown of Topeka, KS.

It wasn't long before I was accompanied by the many others that loved Leeann just as much as I did.  There were about ten of us that were all squeezed into my mom's two bedroom house.  Becoming closer than ever before, not because of our proximity, but because of our shared pain we managed to squeeze out smiles by sharing memories and moments that made us laugh.  I remembered that I had left my high school yearbooks with my mom and instantly ran down stairs to find the pages of embarrassing photos.  Flipping to the index to search for Leeann's name, I found something much more.  A flyer for the Peace Corps, a sign.

Holding that paper in my hands, I realized it was something I had to do.  I was just taught that life is short in the hardest way possible.  I knew that I needed to listen to my heart, that I needed to finish my application for the Peace Corps.

When I returned to San Diego, I finished my application within the week.  It wasn't 7 days before I received the phone call from my recruiter in Los Angeles, was interviewed and was told I was nominated to become a part of the Peace Corps.  The process after that was pretty long and tedious... medical exams, thinking I was going to Central or South America in February or March, but finding out in January that program was filled.  In February, I found out I was going to Africa and later that month I learned my country, The Gambia.

I am confident that I have been placed in The Gambia for a reason, as I have been placed in so many other locations throughout my life.  My hope is to learn as much as possible, to listen, to love, and to help in any way I am capable.

This journey is dedicated to my dear friend, Leeann.  Thank you for showing me what it means to be a true friend and how to live.