What I´ve been up to...

So, I’ve been in site for more than a month now, and in Honduras for almost 4 months.   Time flies! The school year is winding down, and I’m trying to start planning for the school vacation, which encompasses the entire months of December and January. 

In the colegio (7^th-12^th grade), I really wasn’t doing too much in the beginning.  I would go to the school on Tuesday and Thursday mornings and hang out and chat with the teachers.  Peace Corps has told us many times that this kind of work, hanging out and gaining “confianza” (trust) with our communities and counterparts is important also.  But, I was anxious to actually be doing something.  Luckily, Fernando, the P.E. teacher and baseball coach that I work with, noticed I wasn’t doing much and offered to let me lead some activities with his classes.  So, I’ve worked with a bunch of gym classes doing teambuilding activities.  It’s taken lots of creativity because, although I have some experience with these kind of things from working at camp, I have barely any resources to work with.  We’ve done the human knot, working as a team to fit a big group of people in a small space, and a game that involves communication where some of the team members can’t see and others can’t talk.  Normally, at camp, we would have a low ropes course and lots of materials to do these activities.  However, here I’ve improvised by using recyclables, circles of masking tape, and whatever else I can find.  We did an activity where they had to cross a “rio de fuego” (river of fire) using pieces of paper as stepping-stones, and another where they had to pass a flyswatter (once again, I’m using whatever materials I can find) around to everyone in the circle without using their hands.  In the beginning, it was really hard for them.  The culture and education system here doesn’t really allow students to think for themselves.  I’ve noticed that the concept of “wait time,” teachers giving students time to think and respond after you ask a question, definitely isn’t taught in education classes here in Honduras.  Teachers do not let students think on their own and come up with ideas.  Thus, when left to figure things out for themselves, students don’t have the skills to problem-solve and teachers end up giving the answers.  During the first day of activities, the students struggled a lot.  However, the second day they were more thoughtful and communicated better with one another.  My de-briefing skills need a little work though…everything’s so much harder when you have to say it in Spanish!

trying to communicate without using words, so that their teammates can tell the blindfolded person where to go/what to do

human knot...el nudo humano

How many people can you fit in a teeny tiny circle made of masking tape?  Fernando counting to see how many seconds they can stay like that.

The other thing that I am doing with the colegio is teaching English classes during the night shift.  Because the colegio has so many students, they have different shifts.  In the mornings, the students in 1^st-3^rd  ciclo ( 7^th-9^th grade) have class, and they get out at 12.  At noon, the Bachillerato students, (10^th-12^th grade) come in and have class until 4 or 5.  At 4:00, there is another shift of 1^st-3^rd ciclo.  These students, for various reasons, attend school at night.  Some of them work during the day, either in a pulperia (store), planting and harvesting crops, or whatever else.  There aren’t many students, each ciclo has less than 10 kids.  So, I’ve been working with my host dad to teach his English classes.  They didn’t have anyone to teach the classes, so Milton agreed to do it, even though he really doesn’t speak English at all.  He learned some things from the previous volunteer who taught an English class for teachers, but it’s really not much.  So, I’m supposed to be co-teaching, but really I’m teaching the classes almost completely on my own.  Each ciclo has 3 English classes per week, and each class is only 35 minutes.  This is the last week of classes, and exams start next week.  Last night, I ended up teaching both classes alone, and the students asked me if I could always teach them alone, without my host dad.  The class that said this usually doesn’t participate at all when Milton is there, but with me they all participated a lot.  I was flattered, but of course I couldn’t say yes.  I’m here to collaborate and equip the teachers to teach better, not to just teach on my own.  However, the students really like me, and, although working with high schoolers and middle schoolers isn’t my specialty, I’ve enjoyed the colegio English classes.

In the escuela (1-6), I’ve been teaching English to the classes of 5^th and 6^th graders one hour per week.  The classes are huge, some have as many as 40 kids!  This makes classroom management a struggle, especially because it’s hard to give instructions and take control of the classroom using only Spanish.  The kids love it though,  and are constantly yelling “Good Morning!” and “How are you?” to me when they’re at recess or when I’m walking down the street.  I’ve also been working a little bit with the kids who are struggling to learn how to read.  This has been tough because of lack of resources.  I do have experience doing small group reading interventions, but without books and other materials I’ve had to get creative once again.  During the break, I’m hoping to make some materials and come up with more ideas for the upcoming school year.  In addition, this week and next I am holding meetings with parents to set up the “Escuela de Madres y Padres” (school for parents) for next school year.  It is mandatory for schools in Honduras to have a parenting school, yet most don’t have one.  The hope is that we can plan in the next couple of weeks so that we can get started with the parenting school in February.  I’m a little nervous because it’s a lot harder for me to speak in Spanish in front of a big group of adults, but I’m hoping they’ll participate and we’ll get things planned.

there was one day when the bell didn´t ring until like 9:00, which gave the kids an hour and a half of free time, so we took a bunch of pictures

In addition to taking pictures, we played bingo with numbers in English, because the kids enjoyed it so much in their English classes last week.

Bring your machete to school day...and I´m not even kidding.  They didn´t have anyone to cut the grass, so all of the kids brought machetes to school to help out.

My last project is the baseball team.  This week, Fernando and I decided that we are going to have two different groups of kids that practice on 2 different days.  Because the kids differ so much in age and skill level, it’s really hard to hold a practice with all of them together.  So, we’re going to start practicing with a team of older kids with higher skill levels to teach the sport more and try to form a team to compete with.  The other kids will still get to come and play for fun on a different day.  This should solve some of our equipment issues for the time being.  My parents are working on collecting gloves to send down, so eventually we’ll have enough equipment for everyone.

Hey horses!  Get off our field!

Although it seems like I’m really busy, I actually have a ton of down time, which has been kind of difficult.  In a little over a month of being here in Sulaco, I’ve read 5 books, watched the first 6 seasons of “How I Met Your Mother,” the first season of “Arrested Development,” and a couple of movies.  The boredom was really bothering me, but I’ve realized that I just have to get used to it.  On weekends, I’ve started going for long walks, hanging out with some kids and going to the soccer field, and relaxing and listening to music.  I need to learn to accept that I’m in a culture that’s much slower-paced and that there’s nothing wrong with just hanging out.  Everyone here spends lots of time just doing nothing, so why can’t I?  I guess I just like to stay busy.

Encountering a herd of cows while out for a walk...this was right after I had to turn around because there was an angry goose that wouldn´t let me pass.

I’m going to start trying to plan some activities for the kids during vacation, since they’ll really have absolutely nothing to do.  I’m going to try to meet with the kids from the colegio to put together a group of youth to help me plan the activities.  I’m thinking of having a “day camp” Monday through Friday for a couple hours each day for all of vacation.  That way I can stay busy and keep the kids of Sulaco busy too!  

Sulaco

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My Address!!!

So, I finally made it to the post office.  Which is really just some lady´s house, but now you can send me stuff if you want.  According to her, packages and letters can be sent to:

Sarah Stockmann: Cuerpo de Paz
Calle Principal, Barrio Guadalupe
Sulaco, Yoro
Honduras, Centroamerica

So, if you´d like to send a letter or something, I´d love it!

Adventuring

This weekend, I got to leave my site for the first time to see some more of the department and meet some of the other volunteers.  It was definitely an adventure, and I had a really great time.  Some of the other volunteers wanted to throw me a welcome party, so we all met in El Negrito, one of the other municipalities in the department of Yoro.  In the beginning, the transportation was a little iffy.  I live with a family that has a car, so they are pretty much clueless when it comes to the buses.  I tried to ask around, but I didn’t really get good information from anyone.  So, I ended up leaving really early on Friday, just in case. 

            There is a really bad spot in the road out of Sulaco that’s basically a big canyon with a huge pipe.  It’s not really a river, but it’s just a big huge hole.  Because it’s been raining a bunch, the whole thing’s been muddy and eroded, and the buses are not able to pass through in this spot.  When I went to wait for the bus, I ended up with some ladies who were headed to the same place as me, who had been waiting for a bus since 4 a.m.   We were able to find someone with a pickup truck that was headed in our direction, so I decided to jump in with them and head out of my site.  With the transportation system here, and the situations with the roads, sometimes a jalón (hitchhiking) is the only way to get from one place to the next.  So, we got in the truck, and it was able to pass the bad spot in the road, even though the buses couldn’t.  I made it to the place where I needed to catch another bus to get to El Negrito.  After about an hour and a half in the jalón and an hour and a half on the bus, I made it to El Negrito.  I caught a mototaxi to the house where Nancy, a municipal development volunteer, lives.  Because I left so early, I ended up getting there before noon.  I hung out with Nancy for awhile and some other volunteers came too.  One more from Yoro and 2 from the North Coast.  We also had a “couch surfer” with us, who is traveling from Mexico down to South America and had already been traveling for 6 months.  Friday night, we went out to dinner and sang some karaoke before coming home and going to bed.

            Saturday morning, the plan was to go to a waterfall to hang out.  We found some rides to meet up with 2 more volunteers, bought some snacks, and then we headed towards the waterfall.  The road to the waterfall went across a couple of rivers, which are pretty treacherous due to the amount of rain that we’ve had.  However, Hondurans seem to have no fear, because they all were crossing it anyway in buses and pickup trucks.  We made it across the rivers and to the waterfall by the late morning.  The waterfall was really beautiful and the water was really clear.  We ate our snacks, hung out, and went swimming.  Surprisingly enough, this was my first time swimming at all since being here in Honduras.  I had a great time.  On our way out, it started to rain, which made us pretty miserable.  We made it to a pulpería to rest a little and get out of the rain, and then we kept walking.  We weren’t able to find rides easily, so we walked a LOT.  The rain had slowed down, but eventually it started back up again.  We made it back to Nancy’s in the early evening, soaking wet.  After warm showers and cooking some food, we headed over to Brent’s house, another volunteer that’s in the same site as Nancy.  A lot of sites, like mine, only have one volunteer, but there are some that have more than one.  At Brad’s we had my official “welcome party.”  It was great to talk to other volunteers and get to know what everyone’s experiences have been like.  We stayed up really late, and then I slept back at Nancy’s.

Walking across the small river)

truck crossing the bigger river.  unfortunately it was going in the opposite direction, however we ended up finding a ride

made it to the waterfall at last!

Lauren and I in the water

On the way back

            Sunday morning, we went out for baleadas for breakfast (huge flour tortillas filled with queso, mantequilla, and refried beans) and hung out in el Negrito.  Around noonish, I started heading back to my site with D, another youth development volunteer who lives in the municipality next to mine, and Alden, who lives in Yoro, which is the nearest bigger city to me.  We made it really far before it started to rain again (did I mention it has been raining a lot?!).  We waited for a bus, and, miraculously, a bus to Sulaco went by after only about 20 minutes of waiting.  D got on the bus with me, and Alden kept waiting because he was headed in a different direction.  D got off the bus, and then we made it to the same bad spot in the road that the buses can’t pass through.  There were lots of cars stopped on both side and a bunch of people standing around hanging out.  We had to all get off the bus and cross the muddy bridge-ish thing on foot.  After I got across, a bunch of people in pickup trucks decided to try to get across.  It was really scary and they slid a bunch, but lots of them ended up making it across.  While I was waiting, a truck pulled up with about 20 people in the back, including a team of soccer players coming back from a game.  Every time a truck got stuck, the whole group of guys would help push it out and then cheer like crazy.  It was scary to watch, but fun at the same time.  And a ton of people were just standing around watching, no one seemed in much of a hurry to get home, everyone was being entertained by the people trying to get across.  Eventually I saw a truck that was leaving so I caught a ride with them.  Finally, muddy, wet, and exhausted, I made it back home around 5:30 or so. 

            It was a great weekend.  I now know more about the surrounding area of where I live, the transportation, and made some new friends that live pretty close.  Most of the other volunteers from my group (actually, everyone except for me and Peter—us huskies are pretty independent :-) have at least one other person from our group that went to the same department as them.  There are 2 volunteers in Copan, 2 in Ocotepeque, 3 in Choluteca, 3 in Francisco Morazán, 3 in Santa Barbara, Peter in El Paraíso, and me in Yoro.  So, it’s nice to finally know some more people who are living close.  I definitely plan on hanging out with them once I’m able to leave my site a little more.  Back to another week of work!  Miss everyone lots! 

Slow and steady...

I´ve been here for two weeks, and there have been ups and downs.  Right now I´m sitting at the internet cafe, which is definitely going to be important for me in my two years here.  Although it isn´t always open when it says it will be (At least 3 of the times I´ve tried to come, it´s been closed), the internet´s pretty fast, and IT´S AIR CONDITIONED!  Which is super awesome because it´s really hot here, and technically we´re still in the´´winter,´´ which really just means that it rains sometimes.  Apparently in the summer it doesn´t rain at all and it´s just really hot.

Things are still going pretty slow, but there are a few highlights that have kept me going:

• Every time I walk anywhere, kids are constantly calling out my name and saying hello to me.  Sometimes I´m not sure whether they actually know me, or if they think I´m the volunteer that just left a few months ago (her name was Sarah also), but it´s helped me to start to feel like a part of the community.  It also is refreshing, because the other people who say things to me while I´m walking down the street are usually creepy guys who yell, ´´I love you,´´ at me. It´s really refreshing to hear the kids yelling my name and saying hello when I´m walking around town.
• Things at the elementary school are going well.  When I did my master´s year internship in Hartford, I worked with the reading teacher to do reading interventions in small groups.  The schools here have classes that are way bigger than class sizes in the U.S., barely any resources, and they spend very little time in actual classes.  I´ve screened a bunch of kids and I had my first few reading groups last week.  The kids really enjoy it-- in fact, kids that know how to read are claiming they can´t, just so they can work with me.
• The other part of my work at the primary school is to teach English to the 5th and 6th graders.  Because the school year´s almost over (It´s done at the end of November, and then the next school year starts up at the beginning of February), I´m going to help out these two grades until the end of the school year.  Then, starting in February, I´ll be teaching a TEAM (Teaching English and Methodology) class to all of the teachers at the school and helping them to implement the English lessons at the school with their students.  In this way, the project will be more sustainable because I´ll be equipping the teachers with the skills to keep teaching English even after I complete my two years here.
• Another highlight for me has been the baseball team, which actually really surprised me.  The coach is awesome and great with the kids, and I have a lot of fun at the practices.  We´ve had 2 so far.  At the first practice, it started pouring rain as soon as it was about to start.  We played a game with a soccer ball to warm up, and then it started raining even harder.  We waited it out, and then it slowed down.  Some of the boys went to go get the equipment, and they forgot to grab the separate bag of baseballs.  So, we couldn´t really play with just gloves and bats.  Instead, we played almost kickball...I say almost, because we were hitting the soccer ball with a bat and then running around the bases, ankle-deep in mud.  We got super dirty, but it was a LOT of fun.  In our second practice, a lot more girls showed up, which is something I´m excited about.  A bunch of the girls from the primary school have decided to give baseball a try, because they know I´ll be there.  It´s hard though, because as much as I´d love to have tons of kids get involved, we really have limited resources.  We have about 15 baseball gloves, 7 baseballs, some catcher´s equipment, a few mini wiffle balls, 2 or 3 bats, and that´s about it.  I´m hoping to find a way to get us some more stuff so that we can expand and give more kids a chance to play.

As I´m sitting here typing this in the internet cafe, all of the teachers in the entire municipality are in a meeting to decide what action they are going to take in the upcoming weeks.  There are a bunch of teachers at the high school level that haven´t been paid throughout this whole school year.  Honduran teachers are notorious for going on strike, and I´m keeping my fingers crossed that they don´t.  The only counterpart that I have that´s not a school is the baseball team, and that can only keep me occupied a few hours a week.  Let´s hope I don´t have to worry about that.

Also, a lot of people have been asking me about sending snail-mail.  Although most of the people here say that a post office does exist in this town, no one seems to be able to tell me anything about it or where it is located.  I´m going to keep trying to figure it out, and hopefully I can get you an address soon.  I´d love for people to send me pictures and things to hang up in my room.  In trying to fit everything in my 2 suitcases, I decided not to bring any of that sentimental stuff, which I now wish I had.  I have pictures in my computer, but it´s just not the same.

Miss you all, and enjoy the cool fall weather that I´m sure you´re having.  Take some pictures of the pretty New England trees for me!

Hmmmmm…

 I’ve been thinking a lot about what to write in this blog post, but it’s been tough.  As much as I want to write that everything is wonderful (lollipops, cupcakes, and rainbows), if I did that then I’d be lying.  It’s going to be a rough transition.  The Peace Corps warned us about this, but I’ve tried to be optimistic in thinking that everything would work out, but it’s definitely just as hard as they said it was, if not harder.

            So, I’m here at my site.  Let’s start with some positives…swearing in happened on Thursday, the 22^nd of September, and it was great!  We got to get all dressed up, and my host sister Yeisling dried and straightened my hair for the occasion.  It was a really long day.  We left Las Cañadas at 7:15 a.m., and went to the Peace Corps office in Teguz to meet our counterparts.  I think I’ve mentioned it before—but all of us have at least 3 Honduran counterparts that we’re working with, in an effort to make our projects more sustainable.  By working with Hondurans, there’s a better chance that our projects can continue once we leave.  My counterpart that came to swearing-in teaches English at the high school and is also my new host dad.  We had a training in the morning and into the afternoon about working together and what youth development is. 

            Around 2 or 3, we headed to the embassy for swearing-in.  There were speeches from our training director (Luis), program director (Sandra), the director of Peace Corps Honduras (Emily), the new U.S. Ambassador, as well as the Honduran Minister of Youth and Vice Minister of Education.  These two people from the Honduran government presented the Peace Corps with plaques to celebrate its 50^th anniversary.  I would love to be able to explain more about the ceremony and what all of the speeches were about, but it was really all a huge blur.  In addition to these speeches, Constance made a speech on behalf of our group that was both meaningful and funny.  We also sang the national anthems of both Honduras and the U.S., and our whole group sang “Peace Train” (well, Chris played the guitar and sang the verses, and we sang the chorus with him).  It was a really special occasion.  Afterwards, we took some pictures, had some refreshments, and headed back to spend our last night with our host families.  We hung out together for a little while, but I headed home to finish packing and spend some time with my host family. 

Happy 50th Birthday Peace Corps!

Me and Emily, the director of Peace Corps Honduras

Me, Julie, and Constance

            Friday morning, we had to meet up at 5:00 sharp with all of our bags in order to meet our counterparts at their hotel in Teguz.  It was super early, but a few people had to catch a 6:00 bus to make it to their sites, so we all had to wake up and be ready to go.  Saying goodbye to my host family was really hard.  I still tear up when I think about it.  I don’t think I realized it until I had to say goodbye how much I appreciated all their help, friendship, care, and acceptance over the past 3 months.  I hope that I can come to feel the same way about my new host family, but they have big shoes to fill.  I miss them a lot already, and I can’t wait until I get the chance to go back and visit them again. (My host mom even made me call her when I got to my site…just like a real mom would do :-)

            Saying goodbye to all of the other volunteers was just as difficult.  On the bus ride to the hotel, I thought a lot about the transition that was about to happen.  It is not often that you go into a new experience not having any clue whatsoever what it’s going to be like.  Sure, going away to college is a big transition, but most likely you’ve visited the school before, gone to orientation, etc.  Starting a new job is hard too, but usually you’ve learned a lot about your job through classes or had a similar experience in an internship, so you know more or less what to expect.  Even with study abroad—I was always with a group of people I knew, and we had met each other before we left the country.  Coming to Honduras and starting training was almost as hard of a transition, but we were with a group of 15, lived with experienced host families, and had Peace Corps close at hand to help us with any problems we had.  But this time, we’re going out, alone, to a place we’ve never been before, to work with people we’ve never met, live with a new family, and we really have no idea what to expect.  That’s tough.

            I’ve been trying to keep this in mind since I said my tearful goodbye on Friday morning to the people who have become some of my closest friends.  Peace Corps has told us that it will be “the hardest job you’ll ever love” and that we need to be patient and give ourselves time to settle in, but let me tell you…it is hard!

             My new host family has a house in Teguz where 3 of their daughters live with their aunt, cousin, and grandmother.  The girls are studying in Teguz (2 in college, 1 in high school).  So, instead of heading to Sulaco on Friday, we stayed there on Friday night and headed out on Saturday.  Friday (keep in mind I woke up at 4 a.m. to lug all of my luggage up a steep hill and down the street then had to say goodbye to my old host family and all of my friends), I was dragged along on a million errands with my new host mom and dad.  We were literally out driving from place to place from 8 a.m. until 6 p.m.  I did get to spend some time getting to know their daughters, who seem pretty cool, but with the emotional rollercoaster, combined with the lack of sleep, I was barely holding it together.  We got back to the house, and I laid down at 6:30, slept until 9:30, got up to brush my teeth and then slept the rest of the night.  The next morning was filled with more errands (the second youngest daughter, Amada, had teeth pulled on Friday and got braces on Saturday morning), and we finally left for Sulaco at around 2:00 in the afternoon.  The ride was about 3 ½ hours, and about half of it was on bumpy, unpaved roads. 

            So, I’m here, I made it, and I’m doing ok.  The house that I’m living in is really great.  It’s a two story house that they’ve been doing construction on for a long time, and I’m living on the 2^nd floor, which isn’t exactly finished yet, but I have a nice room and there’s a bathroom right next to it (with occasional running water).  And…there’s a toilet seat! (so Josh, you won’t need to bring me one :-)  My host mom is a teacher at the primary school, which is one of my counterparts, and my host dad teaches English at the high school, which is another one of my counterparts.  Their youngest daughter, Belen, lives with them here and goes to the high school.  Saturday night, I unpacked, set up my mosquito net, and that’s about it.  Sunday I was antsy to go out and do something.  I guess in my mind I had pictured arriving at my site and getting a full tour of the town and getting to know everything.  However, that wasn’t the case.  My host family literally did absolutely nothing all day.  At 4, my host mom was heading to church and I jumped at the opportunity to get out and see the community.  The church is a really pretty colonial building.  It’s a Catholic church, but was a lot less formal than what I picture when I think of Catholic churches.  There were kids and dogs running around, and lots of singing and clapping.  The priest’s sermon was about how the purpose of what we do should always be to serve others.  When we further our education or training, we should think of it as a way to bring us closer to people who are in need, rather than thinking of it benefiting ourselves.  I really enjoyed the message and the service in general.

            Monday morning, I woke up early to head to the high school with my host dad.  So, yesterday and today (I’m writing this on Tuesday, 9/27), have been a lot of introduction and, to be honest, super boring.  It seems like I’m arriving here at a bad time.  The high school currently does not have a director (principal), and the director at the primary school who filled out the proposal for a volunteer is no longer working there; there’s a new director.  Which means that Peace Corps was right, I am going to have to be really patient.  Being a typical U.S. go-getter, like-to-stay-busy type person, I would love to just jump into things and get going.  However, that’s not how it works here.  I’m going to have to be okay with doing a whole lot of nothing in the beginning, with the hopes that it will get better in the future.

            My biggest concern right now is living and working with the same people.  Peace Corps does not have people living with their counterparts.  Technically my official counterparts are the directors of the schools, but since the director at the primary school is new and the high school doesn’t have one…my host parents are basically my two counterparts right now.  I have a lot of things I’d like to do, but my host dad, because he lives and works with me, seems to think that he has the ultimate decision in what my schedule and projects look like.  Also, because they work where I work, I am constantly tagging along with them and really wish I could have a little more independence.  I have sort of a plan for what I’m going to do, but I have a feeling it’s going to take awhile to get going.

            Surprisingly, it’s the baseball project that’s looking the most positive.  Fernando, the baseball coach, seems really excited to have me here.  He went to the U.S. through some kind of non-profit organization to learn about baseball and how to start a team.  In Honduras, soccer is super popular and basically the only sport that exists, so the hope is to do something new and introduce kids to something different.  We are also going to try to get the girls involved and have a girls’ team because girls do not have very many opportunities to participate in sports.  I’m going to be going to baseball practice with Fernando on Thursday to meet the kids, and on Tuesdays I’ll be running the practice because he’ll be teaching (he’s the P.E. teacher at 2 different schools here in Sulaco).   

            So, I guess the bottom line is that I’m frustrated.  And worried about working and living with the same people.  Part of the difficulty comes from the fact that we are arriving at a bad time.  Schools here are in session until the end of November and then they don’t start up again until February.  There’s really not much time left until the end of the school year to start up projects and programs, but I don’t want to just be sitting around twiddling my thumbs.  There are projects that I’d like to start, like TEAM (Teaching English and Methodology class for teachers) and Colgate (dental hygiene program for little kids), but those involve requesting materials from Peace Corps, which will take time to arrive, and will have to start up at the beginning of the next school year in February.  So, it’s kind of hard.  Also, the high school is having exams in the next week or so, which means I’m really doing absolutely nothing there.

           

            So, that’s how it is.  It’s frustrating and difficult, but I’m hoping it will get better.  I debated whether I should sugar-coat everything for my blog, knowing that my mom will start worrying and call me in a panic if she knows I’m not completely happy and satisfied with everything, but I figured it would be better to be honest.  I also need to keep reminding myself that I haven’t even been here for a week yet, and I need to chill out and not worry so much right off the bat.  However, I wanted to give you an honest blog post about how I’m feeling and how things are going.  Don’t panic, I’ll be fine, I just have to wait it out and see what happens.  Needless to say, in the midst of all of the frustrations, it makes me miss all of you even more, but I know things will work out if I just keep plugging along!   

****While posting this on Thursday, I wanted to mention that things are really looking up now.  I´m going to be doing reading interventions and helping teach English at the elementary school three days a week, which will keep me busy.  The stuff at the high school is still really slow, but we´ll see what happens...things are getting better every day!  

Celebrations and Site Announcements!

            For Honduras, September is full of celebrations.  Last Saturday was “Dia del Niño” (Children’s Day), which is a BIG deal here.  The schools all hold huge celebrations with toys, food, games, cake, and piñatas….lots of piñatas!  On Friday, Julie, Constance, and I went out to the school that we worked with for our self-directed project—Escuela Vicente Chavez in Liquidambar.  When we got there, we found out that there were a bunch of high school kids that would be running the day’s activities.  So, basically, there wasn’t anything for us to do or help with.  We stuck around to watch the games, eat some arroz con pollo, and watch the kids break open the piñata.  Kids doing a piñata in Honduras is like every teacher or camp counselor’s worst nightmare—kids pushing, shoving, almost hitting each other in the head with the stick.  However, the teacher and parents didn’t seem worried…cultural differences I guess.  We were disappointed that we didn’t get to help with anything that day, but the teacher invited to come back on Saturday, which was the actual children’s day.  He was leading the whole thing himself, so he wanted us to come play some games.  Constance had plans to celebrate with her family, but Julie and I decided to go.

            Because it was a Saturday, the Peace Corps was not able to give us transportation, but they agreed to reimburse us for our travel costs.  So, Julie and I woke up early and caught the big yellow school bus to Cataranas, which goes past the school.  We were supposed to lead games from 9 to 10, but we didn’t end up starting until like 9:30 (cultural differences once again…punctuality just isn’t something that exists here).  We played some games, helped hand out food and cake, and supervised piñata.  We suggested to the teacher that they do different piñatas for different age groups so that not all of the kids were scrambling for the candy.  It worked out much better, and there was much less whining and no injuries.  

            Today (I’m writing this on Thursday, September 15^th) was Independence Day!  Graciously, the Peace Corps gave us the day off (except they still gave us a worksheet of questions about Independence day that we were supposed to do), so we all went with our families to Valle de Angeles to celebrate.  The parade was crazy!  Each school in the area marched.  There was such a variety of stuff, bands, some little kids acting like mimes (weird and kind of creepy), little kids in costumes, flags, girls dancing with batons, girls dancing with pom-poms, girls dancing with soccer balls and tennis racquets…really random stuff.  I walked around with Yeisling and her cousin Paola, and took lots of pictures. 

            OK, I guess this is the important part….On Monday, we found out our sites.  The site announcement process was really suspenseful, and Sandra, our project manager, loved watching us squirm.  First, she made us listen to an inspirational song and talk about the lyrics that were most meaningful to us.  Then she made us listen to it again and sing along (after 10 weeks of wondering about our sites, we really just wanted her to cut to the chase!).  In order to announce the sites, she had a powerpoint presentation.  She first showed us a quote from our personal statements, which we sent to her before we arrived.  She read it, translated it into Spanish so that the Spanish teachers could understand, and then made us guess who wrote it.  After some discussion and debate, she showed the name of the site, and then finally showed the picture of the person.

            Of course, I ended up being the very last one, so by process of elimination I knew exactly which site was mine….SULACO,YORO!  We each received a booklet of information about our site and our counterparts, and we spent the next 30 minutes sitting, reading our site descriptions, asking questions, and eating cake and ice cream.  Here are some facts on my site, I’ll try to give as much info as I can, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tell you more once I get there on the 23^rd.

·      It is located in North-ish Central Honduras, and it is the southernmost municipality in the department of Yoro. 

·      Population 15,000 , with about 5,000 living in the casco urbano (main town) and the rest in the aldeas (other villages that are part of the municipality)

·      It is located in a valley with mountains around it, there is a river and hot springs

·      The people depend on small scale farming of beans, corn, fruits, and vegetables, as well as coffee and cattle farming

·      I should have access to internet in my town (maybe in one of the schools or an internet café)

·      Average temperature 85-90 degrees

·      Looks like there’s at least one hotel and a few restaurants

·      My counterparts:

o   Escuela Francisco Morazan (primary school, grades 1-6)

§  Helping to organize the parenting school

§  Working with teachers who have already been trained in teaching English by the previous volunteer

§  Visiting poor families

§  Helping teach how to build home gardens

o   Instituto San Juan de Sula (high school, grades 7-?)

§  Work with the English teacher to do co-teaching

§  Work with the counselor to organize parenting school, drug prevention, teen pregnancy prevention

§  Workshops for teachers on teaching techniques, discipline techniques, positive reinforcement, etc.

§  Work with the Spanish teacher to motivate the youth to read more

o   Baseball team

§  I’m not really sure how this one’s going to go, I’m going to be working with the coach who is the physical education teacher, and I’ll be working with the team…should be interesting!

·      My host family:

o   The English teacher at the high school that I’ll be co-teaching with is also my host dad!  And my host mom is one of the teachers I’ll be working with at the primary school.  They have a 13 year-old daughter and a son who lives and studies in Tegucigalpa during the school year.

So, that’s the scoop!  I’m pretty excited about my site.  It’s really far away from the other people in my group, but there are a bunch of volunteers from other groups that are living and working in the department, so they’ll be within a few hours bus ride away from me. 

           

            The next week is filled with preparation for swearing-in and moving out to our sites.  I already had my final language interview on Wednesday (and it didn’t go great, I’ll probably stay at the same level that I was before) and we only have a few hours of Spanish class left.  We’re planning a celebration on Saturday night to spend some more time hanging out as a group before we’re scattered all over the place.  It’s definitely bittersweet.  I’m very excited to start working and be done with training, but the 15 of us have become so close and been through so much together in the past 11 weeks, that it’s going to be really sad leaving everyone.  There’s definitely a strange mix of emotions in the group right now, but we’re doing our best to enjoy the time we have left together!

            Thanks for reading!  The next time I write will probably be from my site in Sulaco! Ahhh!

(p.s. I tried to post pictures, but the internet was not cooperating, I'll try to post some either here or on facebook soon!)