Monthly Archive: June 2006

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In which t loves her projects and hates the Peace Corps.

Franklin: Meow! (Play with me! Play with me!) Theresa: I’m trying to work, shit for brains. Franklin: *lies down behind Theresa’s laptop and bats at her fingers while she types* Meow! (That’s okay! You work! I play!) Theresa: *swats at cat* Not a good idea, animal! Franklin: Meeeooowww! (I like this game!) *swat! swat!* Theresa: *sweeps cat off the table* Franklin: Meow! (no fair! you’re bigger than I am!) *jumps...

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Happy English Day!

Saturday was my English Club’s n-th annual English Day. Every year, five or six Wake Forest (fuck the Deacs, go Terps!) students come to Benin for about a month. They explore Cotonou and some of the surrounding areas with a Beninese-American professor. Anyway, it’s a big pony show, and part of that is the cooperation between the students and one of the English clubs I work with. ENEAM is basically...

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In which t cleans. But only a little.

It’s going to rain again tonight. Which is good. I’m sweating my ass off and my fan burnt out, so if Cotonou were to, I don’t know, cool down about 15 degrees, that would be motherfucking sweet. Humph. You know, there are some negative sides to actually having Beninese friends here. Like the fact that I can’t let my apartment slide into disgustingness. God forbid I should have papers lying...

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Help me raise some cash!!

Benin is a tiny resource-poor country. It has a literacy rate of less than 50%, and literacy among women is less than 25%. Even where there are means, girls often remain uneducated, while their brothers and sons go to school. They marry early and die young. Women are just now beginning to enter the professional workforce, but are still often confronted by discrimination and even harassment. Because professional women are...

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In which t remarks that live is much improved.

I finally have a love/ hate relationship with my post. It’s taken a while, but I’ve finally stopped alternating between resigned resentment and outright hatred. Now I vacillate between absolute adoration and hatred, but at least it’s love half of the time. It took a lot. My primary project needed a boot in the rear. My secondary projects needed to be herded and organized into some semblance of actual projects...

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Done and . . . done.

Wow. I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling right now. Three weeks of desperate typing, fighting volunteers for chair space in the med unit, and frustrating changes, and . . . it’s done. The things you never expect to be doing as a PCV. Basically, it was a giant clusterfuck. Ben and I have become fond of saying that if this project had been farmed out to contractors...