Rural Enough For Me

Sometime back in September, when I was still waiting to hear from Peace Corps, I did a Google search for active PCV blogs, and came across one belonging to a girl scheduled to depart for Sub-Saharan Africa in October. “That b****!” I thought, “She took my spot!” I decided to follow her blog anyway.

During the months that passed, I read about lightning storms, electrical shortages, and water outages. Disheartened (and already aware that I was going to Jamaica), I told my mother that I didn’t think this was going to be experience I wanted it to be. I was adamant that it wouldn’t be enough of a culture shock, and that with electricity, indoor plumbing, and internet, I wasn’t going to challenged. “April,” she told me, “you wouldn’t last a day in Sub-Saharan Africa. Trust me.”

I can see it now – the self-satisfied grin on my mother’s face as I hang my head in defeat and admit that she was right.

I have been in Ewarton, St. Catherine for less than a week, and I’ve already had to wash my face in a basin of water, and perform what is known as “the bucket flush.” My first “bucket shower” wasn’t so bad either. This is area is prone for water lock-offs, and within three days, I was used to it. There are goats that live just outside my window and a rooster that crows off in the distance each morning. To get to training, I walk ten to fifteen minutes downhill.

Ewarton (pronounced you-er-tin), is up in the mountains and about half an hour away from Ocho Rios. The weather here is vastly different from that of Hellshire. It’s significantly cooler, and the hour-long storm that passed through on my first day left a chill in the air that lasted throughout the night. According to the locals, the weather in Jamaica varies depending on where you are on the island. Hellshire is considered one of the hottest parts; the mountains some of the coldest. It’s been reported the volunteers placed in the mountains have had to ask their parents to send them warmer clothes!

I’ll be here for five weeks, completing my HUB-Based Training (HBT). More specifically, I’ll be doing work directly related to my project: Education. During CBT, we learned about the history, culture and language of Jamaica, while merely touching on our sectors. Here, we’ll continue to build on our CBT, but we’ll spend more time discussing the challenges the Jamaican school system faces, and how we as volunteers can do our part. We’ll take field trips to local schools, have some real hands-on learning, and get some Q&A time with other education volunteers already in service. And next week, we’ll each be assigned our own volunteer to shadow! I am so excited to finally get to see how a real volunteer lives and works.

*Note: in case you’ve forgotten from my last post, Education and Environment sectors have split up. Environment is in a different part of the island, doing their own version of HBT.

Now that I am in a new place, I also have a new host family. Except that my situation is a little less of a “family” and a little more of “a mother.” I live with a sweet woman in her sixties who is very eager to feed me and teach me about Jamaican foods. We have plans to clean the house and cook this Sunday. My room is slighter larger than my last one, and I have own private entrance, with an adjoining door to the rest of the house. I do not have internet at my home.

Which reminds me – INTERNET. Over the last five days, it’s been noted that I am internet junkie. My fellow trainees have spared no expense when teasing me about my love of connectivity. Here is a sample of a conversation I had recently:

“But what if you’re placed in an area where you have to take two taxis just to get to an internet café?”
“Oh my god, I would die.”
“And you thought you wanted Africa?”

I think it may be time to put my foot in my mouth.

Rest assured, dear readers, I will have my internet one way or another. Currently, I have access to internet at my training site, and I plan to bring my laptop daily so I can get my fix. Luckily for me, my house might not have internet installed, but it is available in the area. I can purchase a WiFi card that provides me with twenty-four hours of WiFi at a time. I will save that for the weekends, I think.

In the meantime, here are some other aspects of rural life I am adjusting to:

I wear one pair of shoes to walk down to training, and then change into my heels to keep my professional dress code in check.
Having limited water allows for creativity when keeping clean. Did you know that using cornstarch in your hair keeps it from looking greasy?
Doing laundry by hand is an all-day chore. Fabric softener works wonders for clothes drying on the line.
Don’t be alarmed if you meet an animal on Monday, and it’s on your plate by Friday.

And finally, I am improving dramatically on my Patois (sometimes, Patwa). At first, I was challenged because the language is so close to English, that as a grammar nazi, I have a hard time speaking improperly. Saying “mi” instead of “I” is not something I wanted to do. I also struggled because many of the words are so close to English, that my first reaction is just to speak it. For example, ansa. Can you guess what that word is? It’s answer. However, as we continue with our language lessons, I am developing a keen ear for it, and it’s becoming much easier to pick up on. The inclination to speak Patois is much stronger now. I keep thinking to myself, wow, imagine if I had to learn an entirely new alphabet. Better yet, what if I was placed in an area where English wasn’t even an option? Like Africa.

All in all, I’ve come to realize that I have plenty to adjust to already. I still disagree with my mother – I think I would have done just fine in Africa. There would have been a different set of norms to adjust to, but I am flexible, and still convinced I would have managed and found happiness just the same. However, Mom also claimed that Jamaica would be enough of a culture shock, and enough of an experience that it would be what I wanted. Four weeks into training and I am beginning to agree. Jamaica is full of diversity, cultural differences, and still a dramatic shift from my lifestyle back in America. Where I complained that the weather was the same as in Miami, Mom argued that I would not be accustomed to life without air conditioning.

“But Mom, I am still in the same time zone!”
“And you’re still going to feel as though you’re a world away.”

She was right on all accounts. The girl in Africa can keep her electrical shortages and water wells; it turns out Jamaica is rural enough for me.

Group 84 Is Sunburned

March 25, 2013July 20, 2014 April R The Trainee Diaries Devon House, Ice Cream, Port Royal, Pre-Service Training

For all our best intentions, we’re still looking a little more like a collection of freshly steamed lobsters. Never before have you seen a group so haphazardly toasted. No amount of sunscreen has protected us.

Otherwise I’d say we’re having a great time. This past week, we continued our training in Hellshire, as well as making some trips outside of town. We ventured back into Kingston a few time to visit the market, learn some cool Jamaican dance moves, and eat some delicious ice cream.

We also visited Port Royal. You know, like the Port Royal from Pirates of Caribbean. In case you weren’t aware, Port Royal was a real place, located right here in Jamaica. Back during the pirating heydays, it was the seventh largest natural port and known as the wickedest city in the world. But then in 1692, a terrible earthquake shook the land and sent more than 75% of the land under water. What’s left has been preserved and protected by the small town of Port Royal and the country of Jamaica.

We had a chance to tour the land, browse over some recovered artifacts, and watch a short video on Port Royal. Then it was off to Devon House for ice cream!

On Thursday, we went to the market. Picture Canal Street in New York, only larger, louder, and busier. People were set up on blankets and tarps in the street, selling almost anything you could think of. Shoes, clothes, handbags, hats, soap, household items, and food up the wazoo. That was probably the coolest part. You walk into the “food” section of the market and there is vendor after vendor, under a tarp for an overhang, selling coconuts, melons, beans, flour, sugar, limes, almond corn, lychees, and so much more. There were fruits I’d never even heard of!

We had one assignment that day; buy something at the market. I can’t speak for the other trainees, but I was a little overwhelmed by it all. I didn’t know what to buy, or where to turn first. I finally settled on picking up a bar of soap, since I needed one. Another trainee haggled a vendor for a coconut and managed to get a decent sized one for pretty cheap. The man used a massive knife to cut open a hole just large enough to drink from. The water inside was delicious and hydrating. She was satisfied for hours!

We also managed public transportation that day. It was part of our learning experience. We broke off into small groups and went with an LCF on the taxis, the buses and minibuses. What an experience! The roads are bumpy, and there were way too many people crammed into that tiny vehicle. I felt safe with my LCF, but I think when it comes time to do it on my own I’ll be much more nervous the first couple of times.

Anyway, we have a security test on Thursday, and we have to get 100% and we have Patois lessons all week. Friday is Good Friday, and so we get the day off (hallelujah!), and then on Sunday we move from Hellshire to our HUBs for HBT. There, I’ll be assigned to a new host family and I’ll be staying with that one for next five weeks. Group 84 will split up for the first time since our arrival. Education will be in one town; Environment will be in another.

And so the training continues.

This Is Jamaica

March 20, 2013July 20, 2014 April R The Trainee Diaries Pre-Service Training

The Mission: Get everything from the table into these four bags.

Phew! I’m glad that’s over with. Or is it?

I may have cleared customs and I may have stayed within my weight limit, but this is only the beginning. For the next 9 ½ weeks, I’ll be living out of my suitcase. You see, I’m not a volunteer just yet. I’m only a Trainee.

Before I can be sworn in as a Peace Corps Volunteer (PCV), I have to complete my Pre-Service Training (PST). During the next 9 ½ weeks, I’ll live with two different host families, in three different towns, and learn/train in five different categories: Language, Cross Cultural, Health, Safety, and Practical Job Training.

But before I go on, let me introduce us properly. We are Group 84, comprised of two sectors, Education and Environment. I am one of thirty people invited to serve in Jamaica. The Peace Corps has been with Jamaica since its initiation in 1962, and there are presently 80 volunteers already in service. Group 84 is, naturally, the eighty-fourth group of volunteers to offer their experience, manpower, and dedication to this tiny, but beautiful island. Together, we bring to the table a collection of unique skills and knowledge, which will aid us in our task to promote world peace and friendship.

I love my group. We range in age from early twenties to late sixties, and we hail from as far as Alaska and Hawaii. Everyone is incredible. Because we are a part of Peace Corps, we all share similar views in terms of friendship and acceptance, recognizing that we will rely on each other to get through the hardships presented during the next two years. We’re a family; we will all experience ups and downs that come from being a volunteer. There is an unspoken agreement that in order to serve effectively, we need each other for support.

When we first arrived in Jamaica, we were immediately ushered to the PC Headquarters in Kingston, where we were greeted by the PCJ staff and given a Welcome Orientation. We completed another set of medical forms, collected our cell phones, and dropped off our passports, and picked a Welcome Binder. It’s huge, black binder with a ton of information we’ll use through-out our training. Then, it was off to the Mayfair Hotel.

By Friday, we were in Hellshire, St. Catherine. We’ve been assigned host families for the next two weeks while we complete our Community Based Training. My family is great. It’s a mother and a daughter, and staying with them is a girl about my age, and a young boy of ten. They are generous, laid back, and choose not to go to church. In my home, I have a hot shower and Internet. Did I luck out or what?

pc2 — Dipping our feet at the Mayfair Hotel in Kingston

Overall, there is still a lot to adjust to. I’m trying all sorts of new foods, and enjoying most of it. My host family has accommodated my inability to handle spicy foods. Meanwhile, I am busy learning the language (Patois) while at the same time, trying to understand it when my host mom speaks it to me. Currency is another adjustment that needs to be made, as well as maintaining a curfew as not to put myself in unnecessary danger.

But I’m handling it all. Through my discomfort (for lack of a better word), I experience feelings of homesickness and separation anxiety from my friends, family, and iPhone. I’m trying not to think about the fact that my car will be sold…

Meanwhile, I continue to remind myself that this is what I wanted. A culture shock. A new and somewhat frightening experience. A chance to rise above my spoiled, American lifestyle and embrace something so much bigger than me. Presently, I (or we) am at the bottom of a steep mountain, looking to the peak and wondering how on earth I’ll get there. One step at a time. And in the company of my fellow Trainees.

In Jamaica, fish is eaten whole. I loved it!

The Ticking Clock

February 23, 2013July 20, 2014 April R Pre-Service Ruminations Countdown, Departure, Staging

I’m on an emotional roller coaster and I couldn’t get off even if I tried. I’m up, I’m down; I’m sure of myself, and I’m wondering what the hell I was thinking.

Basically, I’m freaking out.

14 days to departure. T minus two weeks and counting. Holy sh…..

I’m scared out of my mind. Of what, I couldn’t tell you, but that’s probably contributing to my fear. I don’t know what’s in store for me when I get to Jamaica. I don’t know who I’m going to meet, or what my living conditions will be like. An idea, sure, but every situation is circumstantial.

I’m nervous about not doing well. I spent a lot of time thinking, how hard could it possibly be, despite how many times I’ve read or heard about the “hardships” a PCV faces. Now, in the wake of my sudden apprehension, I worry I was being too cocky.

What am I doing!?

I go from feeling on top of the world about it, to having a feeling at the pit of my stomach like I’m making a terrible mistake. I walk around with confidence, proud of myself and this accomplishment, and then I hug a friend goodbye and I feel the ground crumbling beneath my feet. In the span of a moment, I could easily begin with “I got this sh**.” to “Oh my god what the hell is wrong with me?” My perception and my feelings are constantly changing. I keep finding new things to be excited about, and new things I’m terrified to be leaving behind.

Let me say this now, so you don’t misunderstand: I’M NOT GIVING THIS UP.

The Peace Corps was not a decision I made lightly. In truth, the idea began brewing my mind during my junior year of college; over five years ago. It started as a mere interesting in traveling and seeing the world. It began to transform into a desire to meet new people and experience new cultures. Then it ignited into a passion for helping others. Next thing you know, I am sitting in an auditorium, listening to a recruiter talk about “the toughest job you’ll ever love.”

In October 2011, I bit the bullet and submitted an application. I didn’t think I’d get in. I was convinced I wasn’t good enough to be accepted into such a prestigious group. And now it’s 14 days to departure.

I can do this. I know I can. I’ve taught myself that I can do anything I put my mind to. I wanted this, and so I went out and got it. Later tonight, ask me how I feel, and I bet you’ll get a different answer.

Today, my time is devoted to seeing my family. We’ve got a great day/evening planned, and at its close, I’ll kiss everyone goodbye and I wont be seeing them again for another two years.

Two years without my family? I signed up for that? This was that I wanted? Please, remind me again, why?

See? Up and down. I’ve got this sh**, but really, what am I doing?

14 days.

3/11

February 10, 2013July 20, 2014 April R Pre-Service Ruminations Departure, Staging

I’ve been trying for a month to write a halfway decent blog post. I’m four weeks prior to departure, you see, and in theory, I should have something heartfelt and sincere to say. Perhaps a few final thoughts I care to leave behind? A legacy? A farewell?

But I don’t.

I have very little that I care to say out loud. I, alone, am privy to my thoughts, as they are rapidly changing and I can’t seem to keep up. I’m nervous. I’m scared. Excited and thrilled. In many ways, this is everything I’ve always wanted. And in many others, it’s nothing I ever expected.

Of course, I’m saying this now, before I’ve even begun. What will I say when I am two weeks into training? How will I feel? Will I be as self-assured as I imagine I will be? Or will I be as the other PCV’s (Peace Corps Volunteer) say; wondering what on earth possessed me to do such a thing?

How can I, now, at this very moment, possibly make a statement? There is so much I don’t know. How am I to predict how I’ll feel in the coming weeks and months, when I can’t even get a firm grasp on how I feel right now? My mind is a chaotic whirl. I’m busy preparing for my departure, anticipating my arrival, and trying to juggle work and spending time with friends in between. Everything has been moving so fast, and in these next final weeks, they’ll only continue to speed up.

Last weekend, I ventured into the Northeast to visit my friends from college. It was a much-needed break that allowed me a chance to unwind and decompress. Next weekend, I’ll be able to do it again, but this time, in the company of a friend with whom I share a complicatedly simple relationship.

When I return, it’s go time. I have shopping lists and to-do lists that are miles long and will have less than three weeks to get everything done. There will hardly be time to think, and before I know it, it will be March 11^th.

3/11.

D-Day.

My world will likely be flipped upside down in ways that I never saw coming. I’ll say goodbye to my home, my friends, and my family. I’ll give up the creature comforts that I knowingly take for granted. I’ll bid farewell to a community for whom my appreciation came unexpectedly. My students will likely forget my name. And I fear that my beloved pet… My Emma. My girl. She’s getting old and… oh god I don’t even want to think it.

But these are the thoughts running through my head. Every time I get in my car and drive around the city. When I am in a store looking for something I need for Jamaica. When I sit in my room and look at the walls that have seen and heard so much. It’s been my room for my entire life. It’s filled with me, in the forms of little trinkets and knick-knacks. At night, with Emma curled at my feet, I stare at my ceiling (adorned with glow-in-the-dark stars) and convince myself to stay calm…

…Because I wanted this. I wanted the uncertainty. I wanted the fear. I wanted the unknown. Eighteen months ago, I decided I was ready to give up what I know in exchange for the adventure of a lifetime. The world is mine and my future belongs to me. The Peace Corps will test me, push me to my limits, and force me to rise above. I will grow and I will change. I will not be the same person I was when I started, but I look forward to meeting her in the end.

Jamaica, mon.

Bring it.

On Communities

November 1, 2012July 20, 2014 April R Pre-Service Ruminations Temple Beth Am

Something is stirring within me. It’s an awakening, a new awareness. I believe this is what they call a transitioning period.

Gone are the days of long waits in agonizing silence. No longer do I sit and wonder if I’ll get in. Now I have a destination. I have answers to questions that I’ve asked for a year. I also have a new perception. Nostalgia creeps around every corner, catching me off guard each time. You see, I’ve spent so long considering the hardships of joining a new community, that I failed to recognize the one I am leaving behind.

My love and appreciation for the Temple Beth Am community came unexpectedly. Growing up, I never considered myself a religious person. Even at a young age, I understood that my being there, trying to fit in with a community whose faith I constantly questioned, was disrespectful. But I never voiced my thoughts, and I remained a part of the community at my family’s behest. I attended temple services on High Holy Days and discovered that I liked running into people I knew. Whether it be old classmates from my elementary days or friends of the family, I used the opportunity to keep up with the latest in their lives.

Upon my return home from college, I was offered a job, but I politely declined. A few months later, they tried again. I couldn’t understand why they’d ask me to teach for a program that, as a student, I did everything in my power to get out of. The position was only for one night a week, but I needed the money and I wanted the experience. So I said okay.

Three school seasons later, and I am proud to still be a part of that team. My name was eventually added to the Day School substitute list, and I found myself spending a great amount of time there. I’d gone from student to teacher, and I’d never felt more accomplished. I was now working alongside the professionals that first educated me.

This past summer, while I nervously waited to hear from Peace Corps, I worked as a lifeguard for TBA’s summer camp program for nursery age children. It was then, as I watched parents drop off their little ones, that I finally felt a sense of belonging.

I joined the Beth Am community when I was five years old, but my involvement extends even before my birth. My parents were married there, in the very same synagogue where I became a Bat Mitzvah. Over the course of twenty years, I’ve watched the school grow and change. I’ve forged lasting friendships with the other teachers, many of whom I had as a child. Even in the past three years, I’ve experienced the joyous sensation of watching the students grow. I now finally understand why my departure is so bittersweet.

They say it takes a village to raise a child. I see now how that is true. Temple Beth Am was my village, and with them, I grew from child to adult. I embraced the traditions set by those before me, and took to heart many of the lesson’s I’d been taught. Though I was reluctant, I’m glad now that I never backed out.

At the risk of sounding cliché, Beth Am will always hold a special place in my heart. So much of my life has been spent there; milestone after milestone was achieved within those walls. With the guiding hands of my teachers, I unlocked passions that have taken me to soaring heights. I could never give in return as much as Beth Am has given to me. From providing me with a solid foundation, to offering me my first real teaching job, Beth Am has become to feel like a second home. And for as long as I live, I’ll never relinquish the sense of belonging I have now come to own.

Straight from the Oval Office

October 23, 2012July 20, 2014 April R Peace Corps, Pre-Service Ruminations Letter, President

I know he probably signed a whole bunch at once (note the date), but still, HOW COOL IS THIS!?

Aspirations

October 22, 2012July 20, 2014 April R Pre-Service Ruminations Aspiration Statement

Upon invitation to serve, every volunteer is asked write an Aspiration Statement, which will be given to his or her host country as way to introduce him or herself before arriving on site.

My Aspiration Statement

3 Professional attributes that you plan to use during you Peace Corps service and how these will help meet your aspirations and commitment to service…

During my Peace Corps service, I plan to use the teaching skills I’ve acquired in the last two years since graduating from college. Organization, time management, and leadership have always been strong suits of mine, and I intend to continue strengthening them during my Peace Corps service. More importantly however is my ability to set realistic goals and plan the appropriate steps to achieve them. I am a dedicated individual who thrives off of hard work. I am also a good listener. I am capable of comprehending the needs of others, either because they’ve been voiced to me, or because I’ve observed them. Seeing situations from another person’s perspective has always come naturally to me. I hope to use these skills to become a part of the community, and to determine what is asked of me during my commitment to serve. I believe in the work that I am doing, and I believe in the good I am achieving. It has always been my dream to make a difference in the world, and my service in the Peace Corps allows me to do just that.

“Nobody can do everything, but everyone can do something.” – Anonymous

2 strategies for working effectively with host country partners to meet expressed needs…

My first strategy in working effectively with my host country is to adapt to religious changes. I was raised in a Jewish community, and I possess a rich Jewish education, however I do not consider myself a religious person. I believe that everyone has a right to his or her own faith, and I am accepting of any religion. I plan to take part in the activities put on by the church, as well as attend services should it be requested of me. My second strategy will be to keep my heart open. As I said before, I believe in the work that I am doing and the good that I am achieving. I want to learn as much from the community as I plan to teach and share with them, and the only way to find that perfect balance is to recognize the power of love. By keeping yourself open, you exhibit acceptance, understanding, and compassion. I am certain that I will receive from my host community as much love as I bestow upon them.

Your strategy for adapting to a new culture with respect to your own cultural background…

In adapting to a new a culture, one thing to bear in mind is that my cultural norms are not likely to be the same as their cultural norms. Part of my strategy for adapting to Jamaica’s culture is participating in church-related activities, or activities hosted by the church. I would willingly and happily attend services, should it be asked of me, and I have no quarrels about practicing religious traditions as a member of my new community. I also plan on asking a lot of questions. I’ve always learned best through dialogue, so I intend to engage my fellow Jamaicans so that I may get to know him or her, the culture, and the ways of the land. I am excited to have an opportunity to live, work, and experience life the way Jamaicans do. Lastly, I intend to write. My writing is as important to me as it is to breathe. I see the potential for a story everywhere I go, and in everyone that I meet. I experience life through seeing the bigger picture, and that makes me appreciate it all the more. I commit my writing to memory; I know that the friendships I will make and the lives that I will touch during my Peace Corps service will never be forgotten.

The skills and knowledge you hope to gain during pre-service training to best serve your future community and project…

I am as eager to learn a new language as I am to teach one. I hope that by accumulating a new vocabulary, I can draw comparisons that will help me develop lesson plans. I understand that Patois is a spoken dialect and that I am responsible for introducing the English language to my students. I hope to learn about the family dynamics in Jamaica, and the strength that education plays in the community. This knowledge will allow me to be more successful in my endeavor to build parent-teacher relationships. During my PST I would like to develop the skills necessary to work alongside Jamaican educators in my community. I believe that learning these skills and lessons will help me play a more beneficial role in the education system.

How you think Peace Corps service will influence your personal and professional aspirations after your service ends…

I can’t be certain of exactly what I’d like to do when my Peace Corps service ends, but I know that it will be a career involving children. I’ve always had a love for being a role model and sharing my knowledge and experience. Children are our future, and it is rewarding to know that I can play a hand in their development. I can see myself teaching in a classroom, but I can also see myself teaching in different capacities. My passion for horseback riding presents one alternative career path. My adoration for summer sleep-away camps presents another. I have aspirations of becoming a summer camp director of my own program in years to come. The skills that I will acquire during my Peace Corps service will provide me with the ability to create my own program, or strengthen an existing one. Summer camps are like foreign communities in their own regard, because they have traditions and customs that are unique to each individual establishment. Learning how to play a vital role in the community would be of great benefit in preparing me for my own camp program.

The Truth

October 22, 2012July 20, 2014 April R Pre-Service Ruminations Just Being Honest

When I started this process, I didn’t think I’d get in. “There’s no way,” I told a friend. “I’m not qualified enough.” There was nothing he or anyone else could have said that would persuade me otherwise. The Peace Corps was a longshot; a pipe dream, and I was not about to get my hopes up.

But as I started compiling my experience and my references I began to feel that maybe, just maybe, I stood a chance.

Here I am, one full year later, after a tedious and nerve wracking application process, bound for Jamaica. I am humbled, shocked, excited and scared. It’s still sinking in that I’m getting this opportunity. I’m still in disbelief that I made it this far. My expectations have never been higher, but as consequence, if I fall, I never would have fallen further.

Feelings of animosity aside, I’m surprised I’m not shouting from the rooftops. During the past year, I’ve found support from my family, friends, employers, and colleagues. Together, we held our breaths in suspense, waiting for a small group of people in Washington D.C. to decide my fate. During months of long silence, I was constantly asked if I’d heard anything yet, and my response would always be, “when I know, you’ll know.”

So why am I not bragging about my accomplishment? I’m proud of myself; this is a dream come true. And since I know there are a great number of people who would be thrilled for me, what reasons do I have to hold my tongue?

I’m afraid to talk about it because I still worry it will all fall through. Like so many of the opportunities in my past that slipped through my fingers I can’t shake the fear that I’ll lose this one too. It isn’t over; I’m still afraid I’ll jinx it.

More pressing however is the fear that I’ll reveal too much. I’m incredibly disappointed I’m being kept so close. I was willing and eager to go anywhere in the world, medically fit to serve in any location, and excited about the idea of living without even the basic amenities like electricity or indoor plumbing. I suppose it was just too convenient to send me three hours south of where I grew up.

I wanted an adventure, and instead it feels like I am camping in my backyard. I anticipated hours of travel to help me disconnect. I wanted the distance. Adventures, you see, don’t happen close to home.

But before I discredit my entire volunteer experience without having first given it a chance, allow me to spend some time talking about what I am happy about.

The job. Everything about my job description is right up my alley. I’ll be teaching kids to read and write English. Instead of a classroom of little African students, I’ll have a classroom of Jamaican students, which in all honesty is just as exciting. I’ll also be working with children who require Special Education, as well as developing youth groups. This is everything that I’ve spent my life preparing for. Who ever would have thought that 10 years of summer sleep-away camp and a couple of other odd jobs with kids would make me the most promising candidate for the position? I certainly did not.

I’m excited about learning Patois. When I was taking Hebrew in college, it felt so cool to slip into the language. It helped transform my identity. Suddenly, I felt like two different people! I used to change it up mid-conversation just to see who was paying attention. Having those skills with me while I was in Israel only helped to enhance my experience. Plus, it’s cool as hell. How many people do you know that speak Patois?

Regardless of location, I’m psyched that I’m going anywhere at all. I have the rare opportunity to immerse myself in a different way of life. I think there’s something beautiful about leaving your comfort zone and trying something new. I can’t wait to shed my American culture, wrapped up in tragic excuses for entertainment, politicians who are trying to rule the world, and people who can’t put down their phones long enough to share a meal. I’ll miss sleeping in some mornings, but I’ve been dying to rise with the sun and really make the most of my day.

I’ve fallen in love with meeting new people. Somewhere along the way, little antisocial april grew up and learned how to make friends. Like the Peace Corps, I woke up one morning and realized my life was filled with people that I love, and I felt I was richest woman in the world for it. Friendship took on a new meaning for me, and suddenly my future seemed so much brighter. Now I get to go to Jamaica and make friends there. =]

Most importantly however, I know that I am doing something worthwhile. I can’t stand this monotonous system we’re living in. We’ve become so blinded in our advancement as a species (and our culture) that we’ve forgotten the basic principles. People are people. We breathe the same air. We all have feelings, and we all have friends and family. We also need to remember that we’re not so different from animals. Intelligence is the only thing that significantly sets us apart. How different the world would be if everyone understood that and gave just a little bit more of themselves… At least this way I can feel like I am doing my part.

Without veering too far off topic, let’s come back to this adventure business. Here’s what we know: Adventures require uncertainty. They require unfamiliarity. They require an openness to explore, both your surroundings and yourself. They will draw your strengths from within you and their very nature will test your faith. An adventure will put you through hell, and then reward you with riches. We also know that you cannot choose your adventure. You’ll have the one you were meant to have. Expected or unexpected, we know that you’ll grow from it.

Now consider Jamaica. It’s not exactly where I had in mind, and there isn’t a whole lot of “adjusting” that needs to be done. (I will have electricity, after all.) But, I was selected for Jamaica because that’s where I needed to be. I’m not sure what fate has in store for me (remember, adventures happen for a reason), but whatever it is, I need to be in Jamaica in order for it to happen.

And while we are drawing comparisons, I didn’t get to choose this adventure either. I might not get to go to Africa, but I do get to go to Jamaica. And that is just as much of an adventure. It’s a new land. It’s uncharted territory. It’s a place I’ve never been. I have absolutely no idea what’s in store for me, but I do know that I will face challenges, and I know I will overcome them. At the close of this journey, I know I will have grown from it. The lessons I’ll learn will change me forever. Maybe keeping me so close to home is how I’ll be tested. Destiny is throwing me a curveball and it wants to see how I handle it.

In any case, Jamaica can still be the adventure I crave. I just need not to get hung up on the fine details. What’s important is that I’m doing something that’s right. I’m doing something that’s good. The 27 months that I’ll spend overseas will be the most rewarding experience I’d ever hope to have. I am confident that this is where I need to be. I am confident this what I was meant to do. This is my calling.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have joined the Peace Corps.

Read my Aspiration Statement, if you haven’t already.

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My Peace Corps Volunteer Experience

Author: April R