I think it might be interesting to write a bit about what I think I'll be doing in Peace Corps. Mostly because what I think I will be doing and what I will be doing will probably be quite different when it finally rolls around to August.
As of right now, I was told I'd be working with HIV/AIDS in Latin America. I've been asked to forget my Swahili and instead pick back up my remedial Spanish skills that I slept through in Senor Venetelli's class. While I know Spanish would be immensely helpful and I've heard wonderful stories of Latin America, I can't quite put into words the disappointment I had and to be honest, still have, about not being sent back to Africa. I'd like to say that I'm as flexible and patient as the perfect Peace Corps Volunteer should be, but you have to wonder what in the hell PC is thinking taking a volunteer that has actual language skills for East Africa and plopping them in a region they have little experience with.
I just need to keep reminding myself to go with the flow. I need to keep talking to my brother who has lived in Latin America and see his eyes glow with jealousy. Not that I want him to be jealous of me, and considering he's spent the better half of his life in foreign lands he doesn't quite have the right to be. But it helps. So very twisted of me, his jealousy makes me think that I'm going somewhere great, and that maybe I'm doing the right thing in letting life take me down the path it wants, even if it isn't quite what I want.
As of right now, I was told I'd be working with HIV/AIDS in Latin America. I've been asked to forget my Swahili and instead pick back up my remedial Spanish skills that I slept through in Senor Venetelli's class. While I know Spanish would be immensely helpful and I've heard wonderful stories of Latin America, I can't quite put into words the disappointment I had and to be honest, still have, about not being sent back to Africa. I'd like to say that I'm as flexible and patient as the perfect Peace Corps Volunteer should be, but you have to wonder what in the hell PC is thinking taking a volunteer that has actual language skills for East Africa and plopping them in a region they have little experience with.
I just need to keep reminding myself to go with the flow. I need to keep talking to my brother who has lived in Latin America and see his eyes glow with jealousy. Not that I want him to be jealous of me, and considering he's spent the better half of his life in foreign lands he doesn't quite have the right to be. But it helps. So very twisted of me, his jealousy makes me think that I'm going somewhere great, and that maybe I'm doing the right thing in letting life take me down the path it wants, even if it isn't quite what I want.
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