Category: Peace Corps

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The world’s a stage . . . or something like that.

Stage is going well. The stagiaires are so fucking enthusiastic, sometimes, I just don’t know what to do with them. Marjie and I were talking the other night, and she pointed out how incredible it is that we’ve come so far. Sometimes post is incredibly frustrating, even for those who are in love with their communities (like Marjie), and it’s reassuring to see how many things we’re comfortable with, compared...

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On women.

It’s really fucking marvelous to be home. Seriously. That said, some things are already driving me nuts. Like men who crow about how supportive they are of women’s equality, then do nothing but interrupt every woman at the table to correct them, or worse, change the subject into a story about how cutely wrong the woman was at another point in her life. There’s more to equality than just talk....

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I love stage prep.

Me: I think it’s a dumb idea. Lyle: What, destroying all humans? Ben: Is this conversation really necessary? Me: Your MOM’s not really necessary! Hahahahahaa. That’s pretty much how the whole week went.продвижение сайта

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The thing about having Beninese friends . . .

Lately, I find myself starting a lot of stories with “The thing about having Beninese friends is that . . . And then I continue by describing how my behavior has been modified in unexpected ways by the friends I’m making here in Cotonou. For example, I might say, “The thing about having Beninese friends is that you’re forced to keep my house motherfucking spotless all the motherfucking time, and...

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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...