What I’ve Been Doing and What’s To Come: An Update.
Written on 5/27/2015
So what I’ve been doing, as anyone who follows my blog would know....is not writing blog posts. My apologies about that. The truth is, after 3 months of going back and forth to Tana and working my bum off, I took some time to just enjoy being at site again and get back into the routine of my every-day life here. And that meant not blogging apparently.
The past month and a half at site have been wonderful, if slightly uneventful. It was great to remember why I’ve come to love my community and a bittersweet reminder of all the people and things I’ll miss about living here. The joyful good mornings and good afternoons from students on the streets and the people who stop me on my walks to see how I’m doing and let me know whats new in their lives. It’s wonderful to be reminded that I’ve become a part of this community over the past two years.
I’ve also been spending some time working on my future goals - as anyone who knows me would attest is a common task for me. I’ve been working on updating and refreshing my resume and writing my personal statement for grad school. Special thanks go out to the people who have already been proofreading them and helping me make edits for improvement. Hopefully all this work pays off in a few months and I get a wonderful job for next year and a admitted into wonderful graduate level programs (...with reduced tuition).
In the months to come, I’ll be wrapping up my service and helping to prepare my replacement and his/her training group for their service. I’ll celebrate my final Malagasy Independence Day with my community and have a few end-of-the-year parties with my school and the center staff. I’ll probably travel a bit and see some places in Madagascar that I’ve been dying to see my whole service but haven’t had the time yet. And at some point in August (date still unknown) I’ll end this chapter and start a new one state-side.
These next few months will surely fly by, and although I’m excited to be home and for the adventures that follow Peace Corps, leaving this wonderful community and beautiful country is going to be difficult.
Friday, May 27, 2016
Zumba Ey!
Zumba Eyyy!
Written on 5/27/2016
Since November, neighboring volunteers have been venturing to the Cultural Center once a month to do a one hour Zumba class. The GLOW (Girls Leading Our World) club always joins in the fun, as well as other members (mostly female) and, occasionally, a few boys.
When I am available to join in the Zumba fun, I always do. Whats better than a work out and learning some new dance moves? And everytime I’ve felt a special atmosphere in the room that I just couldn’t find the words to describe. But the last session, about two weeks ago, I was overcome with words to say - and then I forgot to write them down...until now.
The reason, I believe, these Zumba sessions are so special is because it has become a girl-dominated event. The girls, and women, get the chance to take over a space and fill it with their athletic moves and grooves. They are allowed to be strong, silly, shaking and breaking. Being athletic and breaking a sweat becomes cool.
There aren’t many spaces like this here in Madagascar. Boys dominate the soccer fields and often the basketball courts. It’s hard to find a non-domestic space that's dominated by women. It’s not so much that its not acceptable for women to be athletic - its just that men have more outlets available for athleticism.
But our one-hour-a-month Zumba class is full of athletic women and girls ready to work it. Unknowingly, they are being empowered one dance move at a time. They are taking up space and moving their bodies without any social barriers being put on how they should do so. It’s an inspiring event to be a part of.
I became especially inspired this last Zumba because we had more young girls than in previous Zumba sessions. At first, the little ones were shy to move around and jump and clap and make noise- but not for long. These young girls were watching older women be proud of their bodies and how they are able to move them and song by song, they became proud of their movements as well - and there is something undeniably special about that.
In a world where a woman’s body is too often subject to ridicule and young girls are told to hide their body and to be modest in movement - creating a space to be proud of your body and what it can do is important. And I am proud to be able to say I am able to witness the unleashing of female pride once a month, and so thankful for the volunteers willingness to come to my community and make a space where that is possible!
Written on 5/27/2016
Since November, neighboring volunteers have been venturing to the Cultural Center once a month to do a one hour Zumba class. The GLOW (Girls Leading Our World) club always joins in the fun, as well as other members (mostly female) and, occasionally, a few boys.
When I am available to join in the Zumba fun, I always do. Whats better than a work out and learning some new dance moves? And everytime I’ve felt a special atmosphere in the room that I just couldn’t find the words to describe. But the last session, about two weeks ago, I was overcome with words to say - and then I forgot to write them down...until now.
The reason, I believe, these Zumba sessions are so special is because it has become a girl-dominated event. The girls, and women, get the chance to take over a space and fill it with their athletic moves and grooves. They are allowed to be strong, silly, shaking and breaking. Being athletic and breaking a sweat becomes cool.
There aren’t many spaces like this here in Madagascar. Boys dominate the soccer fields and often the basketball courts. It’s hard to find a non-domestic space that's dominated by women. It’s not so much that its not acceptable for women to be athletic - its just that men have more outlets available for athleticism.
But our one-hour-a-month Zumba class is full of athletic women and girls ready to work it. Unknowingly, they are being empowered one dance move at a time. They are taking up space and moving their bodies without any social barriers being put on how they should do so. It’s an inspiring event to be a part of.
I became especially inspired this last Zumba because we had more young girls than in previous Zumba sessions. At first, the little ones were shy to move around and jump and clap and make noise- but not for long. These young girls were watching older women be proud of their bodies and how they are able to move them and song by song, they became proud of their movements as well - and there is something undeniably special about that.
In a world where a woman’s body is too often subject to ridicule and young girls are told to hide their body and to be modest in movement - creating a space to be proud of your body and what it can do is important. And I am proud to be able to say I am able to witness the unleashing of female pride once a month, and so thankful for the volunteers willingness to come to my community and make a space where that is possible!
Operation Smile, Take 2
Operation Smile, Take 2.
Written on 5/27/2015
While volunteering during the second Operation Smile mission of my service, I was asked by a Operation Smile staff why I returned to do Operation Smile a second time. The answer was obvious, but the words were difficult. Operation Smile was a wonderful part of my service for so many reasons, and here are just a few.
Smiles - It’s included in the title of the organization and its more than just a clever way to say they do operations on mouth-related abnormalities. As I spent time with the people in Operation Smile, I realized the mission is about so much more than operating on lips and mouths. Its about making health-care less scary and keeping everyone smiling.
When you look around a mission, practically everyone has a smile on their face. And it’s not just because they or their children are receiving a life-altering surgery free-of-charge. Its the happy smiling faces on all the volunteers and staff. It’s the toys and the bubbles and the laughter. Its a organization of people working hard to make sure everyone is happy and safe and healthy.
It’s also an amazing feeling to see so much change happen in such a short amount of time. In a week, over 100 patients receive surgery - some have two operations at once (a cleft palate and a lip). In seven days - over 100 lives are changed for the better. And that's just counting the life of the patient. The parents of the patients can suddenly breath a little easier knowing their child’s lip or palate are no longer holding them back.
In the last two missions, I heard countless stories of children who stopped going to school because they were bullied. Or kept being held back because their cleft palate prevented them from speaking well. Or even very young children who weren’t making the developmental marks for their age group because of poor nutrition. With the help of Operation’s Smile dedicated doctors, surgeons, nurses, speech therapists...and all the other people that make the mission possible...these young ones recieve the aid needed to improve their situations - if even just a little bit.
Mothers with young babies who are still much too small to be put under general anthesthia are taught how to improve the nutrition of their child to increase their weight for the next mission, patients with speech problems spend time with a speech therapist, and all children have access to educational toys and games during the mission.
But, honestly, the thing that made me come back was the connection that happens when you are part of someones life during that critical week. There is something so uplifting about being thanked by mothers and fathers just for being there and making sure things are going well. Being able to speak Malagasy and translate their needs and do my best to ensure those needs are met was an unbelievably amazing experience.
I was asked by a few nurses and surgeons if being a part of the Operation Smile’s mission made me want to join the medical field. And my answer was a very strong no. The work that doctors and nurses do, while amazing, is just not something I could do. Watching surgeries and IV changes was cool and all - but the thought of administering any form of health care is slightly terrifying to me.
HOWEVER, being a part of the Operation Smile’s mission for the second time re-ensured me that I do want to be a part of the International Development field. Watching all the individuals who committed their careers to changing peoples lives for the better, I was inspired. I have always been passionate about public service (although I first realized this passion could be a career in the past few years), and working with Operation Smile again fueled that flame even more.
Thank you Op Smile :)
Written on 5/27/2015
While volunteering during the second Operation Smile mission of my service, I was asked by a Operation Smile staff why I returned to do Operation Smile a second time. The answer was obvious, but the words were difficult. Operation Smile was a wonderful part of my service for so many reasons, and here are just a few.
Smiles - It’s included in the title of the organization and its more than just a clever way to say they do operations on mouth-related abnormalities. As I spent time with the people in Operation Smile, I realized the mission is about so much more than operating on lips and mouths. Its about making health-care less scary and keeping everyone smiling.
When you look around a mission, practically everyone has a smile on their face. And it’s not just because they or their children are receiving a life-altering surgery free-of-charge. Its the happy smiling faces on all the volunteers and staff. It’s the toys and the bubbles and the laughter. Its a organization of people working hard to make sure everyone is happy and safe and healthy.
It’s also an amazing feeling to see so much change happen in such a short amount of time. In a week, over 100 patients receive surgery - some have two operations at once (a cleft palate and a lip). In seven days - over 100 lives are changed for the better. And that's just counting the life of the patient. The parents of the patients can suddenly breath a little easier knowing their child’s lip or palate are no longer holding them back.
In the last two missions, I heard countless stories of children who stopped going to school because they were bullied. Or kept being held back because their cleft palate prevented them from speaking well. Or even very young children who weren’t making the developmental marks for their age group because of poor nutrition. With the help of Operation’s Smile dedicated doctors, surgeons, nurses, speech therapists...and all the other people that make the mission possible...these young ones recieve the aid needed to improve their situations - if even just a little bit.
Mothers with young babies who are still much too small to be put under general anthesthia are taught how to improve the nutrition of their child to increase their weight for the next mission, patients with speech problems spend time with a speech therapist, and all children have access to educational toys and games during the mission.
But, honestly, the thing that made me come back was the connection that happens when you are part of someones life during that critical week. There is something so uplifting about being thanked by mothers and fathers just for being there and making sure things are going well. Being able to speak Malagasy and translate their needs and do my best to ensure those needs are met was an unbelievably amazing experience.
I was asked by a few nurses and surgeons if being a part of the Operation Smile’s mission made me want to join the medical field. And my answer was a very strong no. The work that doctors and nurses do, while amazing, is just not something I could do. Watching surgeries and IV changes was cool and all - but the thought of administering any form of health care is slightly terrifying to me.
HOWEVER, being a part of the Operation Smile’s mission for the second time re-ensured me that I do want to be a part of the International Development field. Watching all the individuals who committed their careers to changing peoples lives for the better, I was inspired. I have always been passionate about public service (although I first realized this passion could be a career in the past few years), and working with Operation Smile again fueled that flame even more.
Thank you Op Smile :)
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
How many Americans does it take to change a light bulb?
How
many Americans does it take to change a light bulb?
Written
on 5/3/2016
So,
How many American's does it take to change a light bulb?
.....
.....
.....
....
Just
one actually. (Me!)
But
it took me about a month to finally get around to doing it.
You
see, the light bulb in my kitchen/shower went out a while ago. And
instead of going to the hardware store and fixing the bulb, I kept
putting it off and using my phone as a light, or a candle, or a
Luminaid light.
Each
of these techniques had its own unique problems. The Luminaid worked
great, until I kept forgetting to charge them in the sunlight. Using
my Iphone was problematic when I needed to use both of my hands to
cook, and my mouth just doesn't quite hold an Iphone in the right
way. And candles are really lovely, but they just don't make enough
light and also, as you can probably imagine, I had a tough time
showering with a candle at night.
So
today, after days of putting "get a new light bulb. Fix light in
kitchen" on my to-do list, I finally made my way over to the
hardware store. Halfway there, I realized I forgot the French word
for light bulb (ampoule)
and figured - what the heck, I will say the word for light in
Malagasy (jiro)
and they will understand.
It
worked! And the man showed me the light bulbs they had. It's a small
selection really, 6 different types of light bulbs. But anyone who
knows me knows that decision making about small things isn't my
strong point. So he continues to talk about all the different types
of light bulbs trying to get me to just pick one and finally I just
say, "you know, I just need to see in my house."
The
owner of the store, who is sitting across the room at his desk just
starts cracking up and says, "Do you need to see really well or
is it okay if its kind of dark?"
I said, "Really well!"
and he told the man helping me which light bulb to hand over.
Just
when I thought the struggle was over...the helper points to the end
of two light bulbs, one is a screw-in light bulb, and the other sort
of clicks in. He asks which one I need and I say, "I really
don't know! I didn't look at that at my house! At this point, the owner of the store is almost falling over in his
chair because he is laughing so hard and the guy helping me is trying
his best to keep himself together.
After minutes of explaining to me that there are two different types of
light bulbs and trying to get me to remember which one I need, I
finally get an idea to solve the problem, "Which one do people
use most often? I thought that was a good way to solve the problem, they thought it
was hilarious, but still gave me the one they said I probably have,
and said I could come back and exchange it if I was wrong.
So.
I got the light bulb (it was the right kind!) and I fixed the light.
AND I FINALLY
crossed that off my to do list.
And
I'm sure the owner of the store will tell the joke of the American
who didn't know which light bulb to use in her house for the rest of
his life.
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