I'm happiest when things are going on around me. When the cuisinaire girls are dancing as they work, when Robert drives up with a car full of thing to unpack, when students are chatting and washing their clothes.
I like to walk down to Lioudougou. Leave my bike up by my house, wander down the rocky hill, meander across the paths, lose my way and enjoy the encounters that happen because of it.
Sixty six point seven of the Peace Corps goals have nothing to do with development. I overheard a friend giving another friend that consolation once and was reminded of it by someone the other day. Chatting with a friend about development and comparing the American school system with the Burkinabè one. Following Sister Elisabeth around as she goes about her many tasks. Showing students photos of themselves as well as of my town and family back home.
I was not too happy yesterday. I spent some time helping to 3eme girls practice English before lunch, but remained pretty solo otherwise, cleaning my house and such. Feeling stuck in a day is rough, when the time feels like it is just something to get through. When the dusty wind that comes before the sprinkling of rain makes it difficult to walk down the hill. When encountering a gaggle of loyal kid-followers is a bit daunting. When the initial reserve of effort needed to walk over and be a part of things is running low. Today is a better day…I have a bunch of little tasks to do, a teacher meeting to attend, things to prepare before this weekend. Cake to bake.
The day before yesterday I spent a good amount of time with some Lioudougou ladies. Soon-to-be neighbors. Talked, followed, had a nice time.
My move down to my new house is going to go well. Congo is coming here on Monday to check it out and after that I can start fixing it up. When I live down there, people will be able to come to me. It won’t always be me going to them. I’ll be able to pop over to visit for a spell, knowing that I can repose and take a bit of refuge in my house that is just there next to the well. I have ideas…I have lots of optimism…I am so happy that this first school year is over, that a change is underway, that the rain is going to fall, that my environment is going to shift, that my confidence is a bit augmented and my resolve has been strengthened.
This was a learning year. A learning nine-months. Isn’t it all?
Immerse, immerse.
I don’t think two years is enough.
But we’ll see.
I like to walk down to Lioudougou. Leave my bike up by my house, wander down the rocky hill, meander across the paths, lose my way and enjoy the encounters that happen because of it.
Sixty six point seven of the Peace Corps goals have nothing to do with development. I overheard a friend giving another friend that consolation once and was reminded of it by someone the other day. Chatting with a friend about development and comparing the American school system with the Burkinabè one. Following Sister Elisabeth around as she goes about her many tasks. Showing students photos of themselves as well as of my town and family back home.
I was not too happy yesterday. I spent some time helping to 3eme girls practice English before lunch, but remained pretty solo otherwise, cleaning my house and such. Feeling stuck in a day is rough, when the time feels like it is just something to get through. When the dusty wind that comes before the sprinkling of rain makes it difficult to walk down the hill. When encountering a gaggle of loyal kid-followers is a bit daunting. When the initial reserve of effort needed to walk over and be a part of things is running low. Today is a better day…I have a bunch of little tasks to do, a teacher meeting to attend, things to prepare before this weekend. Cake to bake.
The day before yesterday I spent a good amount of time with some Lioudougou ladies. Soon-to-be neighbors. Talked, followed, had a nice time.
My move down to my new house is going to go well. Congo is coming here on Monday to check it out and after that I can start fixing it up. When I live down there, people will be able to come to me. It won’t always be me going to them. I’ll be able to pop over to visit for a spell, knowing that I can repose and take a bit of refuge in my house that is just there next to the well. I have ideas…I have lots of optimism…I am so happy that this first school year is over, that a change is underway, that the rain is going to fall, that my environment is going to shift, that my confidence is a bit augmented and my resolve has been strengthened.
This was a learning year. A learning nine-months. Isn’t it all?
Immerse, immerse.
I don’t think two years is enough.
But we’ll see.
1 comment:
Oh my goodness has it really been nine months already?!
I love reading your blog mmmmmmccue.
<3
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