Work Dudes.

The thing I have noticed lately is that the more time we spend here the faster everything seems to go. It is now March 15th and we have been in country for more than nine months.

                Last month we watched the Super Bowl, our first away from America. And in order to do this we had to ask our friend, a bar owner, to keep his place open all night because the game would be playing at two am our time. By the time the game was over the sun was coming up. School had just had first semester exams and was ready for a two week break. Well, for Scott it was a two week break. My school went right back to work after one week of holiday.

                For the second semester I decided that whatever I wanted to in the school I was just going to do without the sweet demeanor I had in the first semester. I was no longer going to ask multiple times for resources or attendance to my English club meetings. I know we have that saying in America “if you want something done you have to do it yourself”. Well, I have never taken that more seriously. I am supposed to be incorporating local materials and community members but when people are utterly unwilling to attend the things they say they so desperately need, you lose patience with them and begin to work only with people who actually show up. I may have only a few people I work with but when we work together we get things done.

                Sorry for the rant but I guess it helped me transition into my main reason for writing.

I have had an amazing couple of weeks. Not only did we run in a 10K (my first) and finish well but I have also been having huge successes in my professional life and I guess I can attribute these successes to my new tolerance. 

                With the help of my friend Becca and my husband Scott we have started and will finish a World Map Project at my school. The map they had before was outdated and not to scale. Plus, it was in Tigrinya. This map will help students identify the different countries and improve their English. The bright side is that I get to paint something. That’s one of the projects that I have going that will provide quick and lasting results.

                I began my English club with students and  my kids are the best. They are willing to work hard and have fun. We meet every Monday at 4:30pm and so far everything has been going well. I have made contacts at our Regional Education Bureau (REB) and we have begun the process of implementing CPD. The REB is in charge of the education system in Tigray. For those of you who don’t know what CPD is I am going to tell you right now.

                CPD, or Continual Professional Development, is a program mandated by the Ministry of Education in which all teachers and schools continually develop through trainings, mentor programs, and certificate earnings. As of late most teachers (in Ethiopia) do not understand or implement CPD, nor do the Directors of each school. Every school will tell you that they do, but in reality there is no trace of an efficient CPD anywhere. The MoE and Regional Education Bureau have yet to figure out a way to ensure CPD practices in the school because of under staffing and high turnover rates within the school system. They have also not noticed that they have fully trained, and better yet, free staff in their school to help develop the CPD program, the Peace Corps Volunteers.

                In the last two weeks I have made a wonderful contact at the REB with the help of my British Volunteer friend, Barbara. We have been able to break down the process of CPD and conveyed that information to the Tigray PCV’s during our Regional IST this past week. It’s a very complicated process and I now understand why no one has been implementing CPD. In the past Cluster Supervisors have given one training on how to conduct CPD but haven’t evaluated teachers understanding of it nor do they monitor application. This is where Peace Corps can come in. We have the training and the time to help teachers record and gain CPD hours (each teacher is required to have 60 CPD credit hours).

                To top this all off my Program Manager, Daniel Okubit, wants me to help develop a module for the other education PCV’s in Ethiopia and make my school a model school for CPD implementation. For this process I am going to create and distribute a manual that my fellow PCV's can use to implement our new CPD program. Is this a big project? Yes. But, why not?

The Holidays

It has now been seven months in country. We have regular schedules at work albeit we can change them at any moment’s notice. The holidays came fast and passed even faster and the coming months are going to make the end of our first year in country go by just as quickly.

December was a month of new friendships and looking back on some that we may have put on hold for the time being. We gained three new site mates, Rebecca, Elle, and Hannah. Normally Peace Corps doesn’t just move three people at once to a new site but two were special circumstances and one is just a volunteer from the new Group 8. We are in Group 7 and in another five months Group 9 Education will be here marking the end of our first year in country.

Peace Corps reminds me of certain aspects of high school and college sometimes. All the same ridiculous sort of social rituals of high school; rumors, cliques, and the same hurt feelings caused by both but yet the camaraderie and inclusiveness that also accompanies those aspects. The addition of new classes or groups and the older groups rightfully moving on reminds me of college. Everyone gets younger, or looks younger, and you feel the inevitable feeling of being squeezed out of a place that you’ve come to know so well. The older generations pass down their useful yet irrelevant experiences (irrelevant because every volunteer has their own individual experience) because this situation is only understood and appreciated, to a certain extent, by other volunteers.

Still it is an entirely unique situation for everyone involved. So sharing and empathizing are an essential component to this life for all groups. When we were able to meet some of Group 8 Environment in Bekoji while visiting our host family, Scott and I shared how we got through PST and how we continue to “get through” every day. We talked about work and what has been successful for us. Mostly we discussed logistics (how to get people to come to meetings and what the benefits of inviting people to shai buna are) because that information can be transferred throughout every program. While exchanging all this information, in a familiar place that our group thought of as our own, I began to feel the squeezing process take place. It was nice to be knowledgeable and share what we now know about the inner workings of Ethiopian culture and how to be an American living in this country but I felt that time was once again getting the better of me of pushing me to the end of another adventure. Do I enjoy every moment? No. But then again, same goes in America.

Here we are in a new year. I guess I should explain in detail the events and situations that brought us to this point.

Long ago, in ancient PST, Scott and I promised a certain fellow Tigrinya student that we would visit her for Christmas. Back then, Christmas was some event that I could not fathom. We wouldn’t be going to Brett’s annual Christmas Eve party with his family that I have come to think of as part of my own. We wouldn’t be going to midnight mass with my grandparents or opening just one present at my mother-in-law’s house or sitting and talking with her, Carter, and Uncle Bob over wine and delicious food. We wouldn’t be with family. But, choosing not to think about things ultimately brings them speeding to a halt in front of your eyes. The holidays were around the corner and I was not prepared for the emotional consequences of our first holiday away from the home country and family. Thankfully, it wasn’t the disaster I imagined.

Before we left for our holiday weekend we were invited for lunch at Igziharia’s house. She has been making monumental efforts to keep in touch and we are always glad to go somewhere that feels like family. Igziharia also had other intentions for luring us to her house besides the promise of delicious food. She meant to give us a present in the form of savory sweet bread that had baked onto the top “Merry X-Mas”. This gesture caught us off guard but was generous and beautiful all the same. After we left we realized that we probably would not be able to devour this whole thing before we had to leave for our trip so we had Sarunas and Getachew over for dinner so we could have a last dinner together before the holidays. When we first came to Mekelle it seemed like we had garnered a little trio so it was only fitting to have Sarunas over for Mexican food in the form of Christmas dinner.  We made them eat and take away good amounts of our gift from Igziharia so I guess you could say we had some other motives as well. After they both left we packed away our things so we could get up at the crack of dawn the next morning and leave.

We were set to leave on the morning of Christmas Eve, our first trip outside of site besides training. The bus stations in Ethiopia usually give me an anxiety attack before I even get there. I just imagine all of the “where are you go?” questions and the pushing yet leading to the right bus. The yelling and people only talking about us kind of gets to me. But we made it there and found a bus quickly. Maybe it was because it was still dark outside and no one could notice our obvious differences but we didn’t get a single question or comment on the way to the bus. Now actually getting on the bus was another matter. Once everyone saw us they politely began to talk about us amongst themselves. We sat down and settled in. Our hopes of sleep were never really hopes because our previous experiences traveling by bus in Ethiopia have taught us that unless you can literally sleep through anything, you will never sleep on a bus in Ethiopia. However, we were prepared for the long haul and as soon as the sun came up we began to read.

About an hour into the bus ride I looked out of my window and immediately saw the cause of my death. We were basically grinding the edge of a cliff at about 35 km, a cliff that was probably 500 feet from the earth. Mind you were are on a huge bus that seems to be rocking like a cradle and barely hanging on to its own wheels. If I have one very serious and possibly rude criticism of Ethiopia it’s their driving. And I’m from South Florida! Imagine a teenager who recently acquired their license and is trying to show off by driving ten miles over the allotted speed limit through a crowded neighborhood. Now change that teenager to a grown Ethiopian man who has no license and isn’t trying to show off but refuses to go any slower around hairpin turns on a 500 foot cliff. That is the ride to Axum from Mekelle. I truly do not understand the logic behind such daredevil tactics. Is it because they don’t fear death and therefore I should be impressed? Or is it that they do not understand or acknowledge the danger involved in driving so recklessly? Either way, I am never going anywhere by bus again.

We arrived in Axum around two o’clock in the afternoon and after we checked in to the hotel we went to see Christine’s house with Joel, Jenny, and new friend Josh who has lived in Egypt for the past three years. We all went to lunch and caught up with each other and talked about Christmas. Some people told us Merry Christmas and that was nice. At least we weren’t the only ones recognizing the day. That night we had dinner with our Country Director, Greg and his wife and daughter. The woman and her husband who owned the restaurant spend time with family once a year in Lancaster, Pennsylvania my home town. How small is the world? Physically it’s humungous but seriously how many people can know each other across the globe? Well, just when thinking about home became easier that day because we were around our American friends, home came to me in the form of a beautiful Ethiopian woman with a tattoo of the obelisks on her arm and her husband who reminded me of my dad. Touché Ethiopia, touché.

The next morning we woke up, had delicious special full, and went to Joel’s to exchange gifts White Elephant style. I got a bunch of treats courtesy of Christine and Scott got a birthday candle holder that resembles a flower opening when you light it. After presents it was time to sight see because after all, how can you go to Axum and not see what it has to offer. This my first time sightseeing on Christmas but it seemed a good way to spend the day. We went first to the ancient Obelisks and tombs of the Axumite Empire that fell around the time of the fall of Rome. I am still trying to comprehend our experience there so excuse me for not revealing my opinion just now of what it felt like to be there.

While down in the tombs we inevitably did what young people do in ancient structures, we started making jokes and taking goofy pictures. We had a run in with a bat that ruined a good picture opportunity but laughed all the same because we were terrified by a little bat. We walked through the museum for a more serious explanation of the history of this ancient place and its structures. We ran into other ferenji who were pretty surprised that we live in Ethiopia. Reactions we are looking forward to when we get back to America.

After the obelisks we went to Sheba’s palace. Yes, the Queen of Sheba. The walk out of the city was nice and we got to spend time in the ruins all by ourselves. It was nice to site in this questionably structured observation tower and look out over this ancient city. The mountains in Ethiopia never cease to amaze me. I have seen mountains before but these ones are surrounded by arid land that was once incredibly fertile. The markings left on this land by an extinct environment are something I have never before had the pleasure to behold. As we sat looking around, contemplating stealing a camel, we ran out of water so we figured it was time to get some beer and we headed back into town.

Dinner was a nice affair because the food was decent.t the best, but certainly one of the more memorable Christmas dinners. Josh had a friend join us who is Ethiopian but grew up and still lives in Germany. He has the best accent I have ever heard. It’s so unique and undefinable. We were sitting next to another table of ferenji and from what I could tell they were American but we never said one word to each other. Maybe, like us, they have run into so many ferenji during their stay in Ethiopia that it is rendered unnecessary to be introduced. I mean, we aren’t going up to everyone in our home countries and trying to get to know them. After dinner we let whoever wanted a hot shower to take one. Least we could do on Christmas. Then we all settled, accompanied by Ethiopia’s finest wine (Gouder), and watched a Muppet Christmas Carol, a movie I hadn’t seen since childhood. It was nice to recognize parts and songs because they were lodge somewhere in my memory and I only had to be reintroduced to remember them.

The next day we took our last hot shower and headed to the bus station. A young man noticing our ferenji-ness escorted us to the bus that was headed to Mekelle. After getting seated I reached for a tip. Now, all this young did was walk us to a bus, not exactly saving my pets from a burning house or anything as crazy as that. I handed him one birr and he looked at me and said, “one birr.  Is that it?” Because I am a ferenji it is my duty to pay him at least five birr. F that. Well in my indignation Scott pulled out another birr and gave it to this young fellow. Well, now that I was all fired up it was time for the death race back to my home city. I can’t even go into that because it was too traumatic.

The days went by and I succumbed to the cold that had been threatening me since we arrived in Axum. But good things are usually around corner. New Year’s was coming up and we had a serious number of people coming to town. Being in a larger city we meet and befriend a lot of foreigners. I am so happy that English has become a medium because there is no way I could have learned Hebrew, German, and whatever English our friends from across the pond were trying to speak. Besides, beer is good in any language. Apparently so is dancing. We danced the night away. One of our friends here, Getachew, said that he had never seen anything like it and wondered if we did this every year. We all emphatically screamed “yes!” I don’t think I should go into more detail as to respect the privacy of others but let’s go ahead and say whatever happens in Mekelle, stays in Mekelle.

The New Year definitely started off with a bang. Being in Ethiopia with our new friends just made it that much more special. We will never forget that night and this year’s party will be tough to beat. But seeing as it will be our last in country I guess we can try our best. We have our first Program Advisory Committee meeting coming up this month and the next few months will be filled with things to look forward to. Until the next post…

Didn't Think That Would Happen

When we returned to Mekele after IST I felt relief. Relief because this was the first time that we came back to site after having been away for a long time and it felt good to come back. I got the same feeling I get every time I come home. Like I  was rounding the corner to Oakland Park Boulevard after having been on the Sawgrass Expressway for far too long driving from Gainesville or driving past the cornfields and farms of my childhood when entering Lancaster County. We were home.

Addis, as you can guess from my last post, is a bit overwhelming. So we were thrilled to find out that Peace Corps would allow Scott and I some time to go to Bekoji and visit our host family for a few days before we returned to our beloved city of Mekele. We thought that we would not be able to visit our family until the summer or even next Ethiopian Christmas. Mekele is 750km from Addis Ababa and Bekoji is a four hour drive (on a good traffic day) from Addis. So it's a journey and we did not think we would be making it so soon after leaving our host family at the end of PST.

We left Addis around 8 o'clock in the morning taking a contract taxi to the Kality Bus station. If you haven't heard from other volunteers serving in Ethiopia this is how the bus station, anywhere in Ethiopia, works. You get out of the cab and there are about 40 people trying to "help you with your bags". I use quotations because after they "help" you, they expect at least a 2 birr tip for their troubles. Most the time when people try to help with my bags I slap their hand away. We all get a kick out of the ferenji woman slapping hands away. When you make it through the sea of very helpful people you are bombarded with the names of every city imaginable in Ethiopia. People shouting "Adama! Adama! Adama!" or some other city's name. If you show interest in a city then the bus boy will basically push you to the bus to make sure you can't find another bus to take you. When you get to the bus you have to watch them put your bag on top of the bus and tie it so no one can take your belongings. I have come to the realization that you can bring just about anything you want onto the bus, albeit with a little protest, and your things can come with you at no extra charge. Go Ferenji.

The bus ride is not as bad as one might think being all crowded and smelly and what not. If you can get a seat by the window and make sure no habesha tries to close it on you, it is quite enjoyable. Although if someone decides to vomit, well then you all suffer. My Shayna was actually vomited on by a woman sitting behind her. Yep, right on her back. All warm and gooey.

However uncomfortable, I love watching all the towns pass by. Each one is so different from the last and the landscape changes with every hill or mountain we pass. The people and animals are something to behold too as they go about their daily lives. Either sitting and chewing chat or walking with the herd to next destination. Everyone is wearing a "gavi" or a cloth that is hand stitched from white thread that people drape around themselves to keep warm in the early morning.

After about four hours on the first bus then switching buses we arrived in Assella. I really don't like this city partially because the harassment was terrible during PST and because at any given time you can see an old man urinating in the street. And by see I mean you can see everything. I was happy to be in Assella this time however because that meant we were very close to Bekoji and we were not staying for any length of time.

As we were driving up the familiar road I realized how happy it made me that it was, in fact, familiar. The landscape had changed somewhat because it wasn't rainy season anymore but it was still Bekoji. I recognized the large mounds of red dirt and the signs on the road that I used as a marker for my early morning runs. When we got to our stop I called our host mom to tell her we would put our things at the hotel and then come to see her in which she promptly replied, "no Jessi, you will stay at home." We got out and walked the familiar path to Ato Solomon and Tigist's house.

Genet opened the door and jumped into my arms. Had she gotten taller in just four months? Yekerwondu, Nanati, and Maeza all came out of the house to greet us. I couldn't believe it but Yekerwondu (the two-year-old terror) actually remembered me. Seeing the compound was like going to see my parents while I was in college. I would look around for all the similarities and all the differences making notes about what had changed and what it was that I remembered. Then I saw Tigist and it was the same look my parents give me when I come home because I look different too.

That night was all catching up and laughing, playing games the girls' had learned while we were gone and getting ready for lunch. Tigist knew that we enjoyed shakla tibs and that's exactly what we got.She had prepared them especially for us and we got to enjoy them with Jill and Devon, the new Peace Corps volunteers from G8, living with Tigist during their own PST. We got to hear the familiar woes and awes at living in Ethiopia during PST and we got to meet the other volunteers who are living with the various host families around Bekoji.

Scott and I had one afternoon where we went around to visit some of the other families we had gotten to know during our stay. And yes, we had a very good time with Nathan's family. We left with full bellies (I mean uncomfortably full, I couldn't really walk) and a realized appreciation for those families and how we were able to affect them as well. As we were walking back to our house when a little girl caught up with us and called me "Mrs. Axe". This is name I had told students to call me during our teaching practicum back in July. I honestly did not know how to react but all I could do was smile and be grateful for this girl for recognizing me as her teacher. We taught for two weeks in various classrooms so I maybe taught this particular girl and her class all of two times. This was a huge moment and Scott and I beamed at each other while we  began to grasp the depth of that moment.

That one moment of recognition whether she enjoyed my class or simply recognized that I was that teacher on that day was still more than I could have hoped for. There is a saying we have as volunteers, "enjoy the small victories". This moment, in an objective sense, is small maybe insignificant to some people, but this small victory was huge to me and my service as a volunteer. I am going to hold on to this moment for a long time because who knows when I will get another one? Maybe I won't get another one. But truely, I did not think that would happen.

Bear With Us

It has been a while since I last posted. Things have just been busy and I haven't really had the motivation to write. Everything usually comes at us all at once these days and it's hard to know what's worth writing about. I don't think I'll ever get used to how new and different everything is or how used to them I am becoming. I know that sounds confusing but that's literally how everything is. I have grown used to living here and now feel like I am a part of this culture in some way but things still shock the hell out of me. But seeing as a lot has occured and I feel bad about leaving family and friends so much out of the loop, here I am writing this blog.

October was pretty good month for two reasons. One, we had a great time getting to know some new friends and we didn't have any setbacks at work. And, two it went by really fast. I sort of made this promise to myself that I wouldn't hope for time to go by quickly but sometimes I miss our families and our country a little bit too much. We have been here for almost 6 months and sometimes I can't help but think, "awesome, we have made it a quarter of the way".

I really missed Halloween (American style) but it was nice to have everyone over for our party. I got to make some good food  and I made onion rings for the first time. Beer battered onion rings. I also made fried green tomatoes with a garlic aoili and bruschetta. Some people dressed up. We had a boxer, a basketball player, and Scott was a Floridian. What a stretch. I dressed up as our boss, Dan Baker. I was able to show Dan Baker a picture of myself dressed up as him and he thought it was a riot. Imitation is the best form of flattery...

Most of October was spent traveling to the rest of our schools and gathering information for our CENA's. The CENA (Community Educational Needs Assessment) is a report that conveys our roles as volunteers, the history of our sites, and the needs that our schools and teachers needs. I am really making it out to be a fairly simple report but the amount of effort and finesse that goes into gathering information and making critical assessments of our schools and the community is very taxing. Our reports came out to be about 23 pages. Those 23 pages do not even begin to explain our communities and the issues they face in trying to develop their educational system on first a regional level and then on a national level. I knew that our jobs would be challenging, that we would face obstacles that we may not be ready for, but I didn't realize the scale of what we are dealing with until I wrote this report. I am grateful that Peace Corps provides us an IST (In-Service Training) so we can hone our skills and prepare for our two years of initiaiting and developing programs.

Now on to IST...

We arrived in Addis Ababa full of excitement because we would be seeing everyone and we could venture to our favorite restaurants and eat great food or even see a movie. I forgot how difficult and overwhelming the capital city can be. We live in a fairly large city but I do not feel scared for myself or my possessions as I walk down the street. That's not to say I'm not vigilant in our home town but I'm not as worried that someone will actually do something. We were able to walk to our first destination, the cupcake place, but every few seconds we were being harrassed by adults and children all trying to sell something, take advantage of us, or trying to steal something.

There is a little trick here in Ethiopia where a seemingly nice man will be bending down to tie his shoe and then he will "accidentally" spit on you somewhere near your crotch. When he says "sorry, sorry, sorry" he will try to clean off the spit and while he does so he will pick-pocket you. As a westerner you're so offended and caught off guard by this person who has just spit on you that you are not concerned with him going for your wallet. They usually only do this to males because they think that males carry all the money. HA! Gotcha thieves! Anyway, this little trick has been done to Scott four times including after we got off the plane in Addis and were on our way to get cupcakes.

I knew it was going to happen before the spit even came out of this guys mouth and Scott knew it too. I was talking to my friend Whitney when I saw this man bend down to tie his shoe and inch closer to our group and Scott. I turned heel and headed straight for the guy just as he projected his spit onto Scott's pants. As volunteers physical altercations are prohibited unless you are defending yourself from an attack. This man was not trying to attack Scott but he was trying to rob him so we had to be clever about how we were going to handle this. At first the thief pretended that it was just an accident as we began calling him a "layba" or thief and he began backing off. But as we were screaming at him a get-a-away car pulled up and he quickly exited the street. He had an accomplice! We had about eight very angry ferenji and also two police officers very close by so I think we won that battle.

I know what you guys are thinking so just stop that right now. We feel very safe where we live and for every thief or horrible person here there is ten more amazingly kind people who abbhor that behavior from someone in their country and are embarrassed that that incident happened to us. Just like back home there are good and bad people. Someone looking to take advantage of you and someone willing to genuinely help you out of a tight spot. This was just the fourth time this happened to Scott and though we take these situations very seriously, sometimes you just have to laugh about it after.

After our great night in Addis where we had delicious cupcakes and good German beer we went back to the hotel to get ready for the two weeks ahead in Ambo. The drive to Ambo was great because we hadn't seen this side of the country before. We had lived in Bekoji for two and a half months but this was different and in a different season. Ambo is truly beautiful and the sparkling water is in plenty of supply because that's where it's made.

IST is a two week training where volunteers discuss the CENA and how to move forward. For the first two days the counter parts were present at the trainings so we could do team building activities to better work with one another. My counterpart, Igziharia, was excited to learn about new ways to develop programs and learn more about Peace Corps and how we will work together for the next two years. She is incredibly protective over Scott and I and has called me almost everyday since she went back to Mekele.

Every day except Sunday was a training day. We went over the CENA and then we discussed the VRF (Volunteer Reporting Form) which we turn in every 4 months, and we also did trainings on HIV/AIDS and Malaria. Training didn't stop there though. We also did trainings on Cross Culture, creating and strengthening clubs, safety and security, leadership building, and how to teach grammar. It was varied and strenuous. The sessions were separated into morning sessions with a tea break at 10:30 then a second morning session then lunch at 12:30. After lunch is our first afternoon session with atea break at 3:00 then the second afternoon session. We ended the day at 5:30 every day tired and full to the brim with new information. The only other time I felt so stressed and on a tedious schedule was during Pre-Service Training which I can not believe ended 4 months ago. I guess you could say we are now full fledged volunteers.

Our hotel room in Ambo was very nice. It almost felt a little too nice. We had two rooms with two bathrooms, and two balconies. I got to take a bath for the first time since we have been in country. I didn't realize how much I miss just being able to take a bath. At first, the food at the hotel was great! It tasted great and there was plenty variety (as far as habesha food goes). Unfortunately the food ended up making everyone sick. And I mean everyone. All 63 volunteers had one or more stomach issues and some even contracted bacterial infections. Scott and I got sick but thankfully it only lasted a day and we quickly recovered.

Being with everyone was like a breath of fresh air. We got to hang out at the pool that looks more like a lake and we got to eat shakla tibs after a hard days work. Scott and I love our home but seeing all of our friends again was more powerful than I imagined it would be. We all share this experience together which means we are the only ones who can truly understand and empathize with one anothers problems and joys of being a volunteer here in Ethiopia. It was also nice to hear different stories from all over the country. I knew that we would get to know this country and love it but I didn't realize how much of a local I would become. I have regional pride.

In Tigray we speak a different language, we have different food, and we have different cultural norms. Notice I am saying "we". When I am with my friends from Oromiya we have a friendly banter that can get a bit nasty sometimes. Now this friendly banter is really just between us volunteers. In the country there is a reals strife that doesn't really reach the surface between these two regions. It's mostly political and economical but it is still very real. I am not saying that people are fighting in the streets but the tension here is much like the tension between Ft. Lauderdale and Miami. We really don't like eachother but in the end we're all Floridians. Except me, I'm Pennsylvanian. Or more importantly I'm American.

Training was full of fun times catching up, playing paper football, and we even had a high stakes poker game (50.00 Birr buy in). Scott split the pot with our fellow volunteer and fellow Floridian, Adam. Needless to say the time went by way too fast and that's when we came upon our first Thanksgiving away from home.

At least all of our group was in the same place at the same time. Scott and I had dinner with a smaller group of very good friends Rachel, Shayna, Sam, Nathan, and us. We ate at a great restaurant here in Addis that served us roasted leg of lamb, eggplant calzones, and gnocchi. Not your typical or traditional Thanksgiving but we figured if it was good food and good company then we could call it a good Thanksgiving. Once the food came we went around the table to say what we were thankful for. Every single one of us said how thankful we were to have an amazing support system of family and friends back home who not only support us in the States but also support our decisions for coming here and sacrificing the time we could be spending with them. We were also thankful for eachother.

Now I am writing this blog from the VRC (Volunteer Resource Center)-gosh, Peace Corps loves it's acronyms- and I am trying to process the last couple of months. Before we go back home we are seeing our host-family in Bekoji. Returning to Bekoji will put our time here in perspective. It feels like a lifetime away that we lived there and I am sure our host sisters have grown in more ways than just height. Returning to a place that is familiar here is something I really can't descirbe right now. I'll try my best later but right now I have dueling thoughts in my head.

I am torn between excitement and fear of returning back to our home in Mekele. It will be nice to return and know that we are going home but I am afriad of missing my friends who live so far away. I am excited to get to the real work of being a volunteer here but I am also afraid that I may fail in some way. Failure here is not the same as in America. If I fail here I not only affect myself but I affect an entire community that is relying on me to help them become better. However, I am excited for that challenge. All I have to do is try my best. I've done that before so I guess thats not so new.

I know I jammed a lot into one blog and it may seem a bit frayed but know that this is just what its like. I am trying to organize my thoughts to reflect on our experiences but it's really just too much sometimes. I'm realizing that that's okay. It's okay to be confused, hopeful, terrified, and exhilarated all at the same time. I know I am feeling much more than that but I won't bore you with vocabulary words that are supposed to explain our lives but will never come close. All I can do is give the story little by little or "kas ba kas" as we now say. So please, bare with us.

The Matrix Has Me

I have not written in what seems ages to all us mortals but it only feels this way because so much has happened. "This is the way of things" to quote Yoda. 

The past few weeks have been filled with teacher observations, cultural exchanges, meetings and living and learning (to say the least). Our lives have become a tumbling of moments and a web of new experiences. I have about eight schools in my cluster. Each school has about 14-16 English teachers. My main school where I have an office (yes, an office) is where I have been spending the better portion of my weeks here. I have now observed all of my English teachers, grades 1-4, at Adi Haki Complete Primary and I have begun my tour of the other schools starting at Adi Howsi Primary which is closer to our house. 

Today I went to Adi Howsi Primary with my Wareda Supervisor, Fantay who when I first met him told me to remember his name like the soft drink, or like Coke if I couldn't remember that. Coke, he explained, because he is dark and I am light.  He is one of those people who seems constantly driven and always looking for solutions. He always wants to know my opinion of the schools and their teachers. He also wants to know what I have planned for making Ethiopia's teachers better. Good thing he is always smiling and making funny jokes. I am thankful to have such a driven colleague I just hope those expectations are not disappointing when I haven't changed the whole of Ethiopia's education woes. We met the principal, Atakilty (meaning literally, vegetables)  in his office and immediately got to work. He is a funny man with a beer belly except here we call it an injera belly. He brought in all the English teachers grades one and two and I introduced myself and why I was there. I am not sure if Atakilty pulled these teachers out of their actual class but long gone are the days that I question or intervene on how things are done. I'm just happy to get things done. 

We end our meeting and I walked with one of the teachers to her classroom.

As I am observing the classes it is so obviously impossible for the students to concentrate because I am probably the first "Ferenji" to have stepped foot in their classroom or better yet, on their school's campus. Before I enter a teacher's classroom I apologize for the utter chaos I am about to inflict on her students. It is truly like being an alien. The children just stare at you or giggle at you because they are so embarrassed that you even caught their eye. They tap each other on the shoulder and point you out even though everyone has seen you enter the class and know that you there. How could they not? Children from other classes will surround the door and yell into the classroom to gain my attention. I give these teachers immense credit for trying to teach their classes as normally possible. 

Most of the teachers I have seen have impressed me very much. During training we were given a certain idea of teachers and how they teach. I was terrified that I would go into every classroom and see the same idea that was instilled in us during training. I won't really go into this generalization seeing as I think most, if not all, of these teachers are products of their environment. But yet again, I was forced to change my opinion and not generalize. When will I learn? A lot of my teachers practice Active Learning Techniques, in America we just call it teaching. You can tell that the teachers here are trying to make connections between the activities and the subject material the students need to know to go further with their education. But there is a disconnect that no one can seem to pinpoint. This is where I and my husband come in. We are supposed to help these teachers with their English teaching methodology, speaking, reading comprehension (not just decoding), and proficiency. We have to improve all of these things that take most teachers in America four years and a degree to master. These teachers have been teaching longer than I have been alive and they barely speak the language they are teaching. But they are trying! You can see how eager they are to improve their skills or at least their student's skills.  

So far I have observed 19 English teachers at two schools. This week I will finish at Adi Howsi and move on to Zekere Primary. The momentum has started and I now feel that I am on a ride that will only slow when we are on the plane to our In-Service Training that will last for two weeks in November. There we will see all of our friends again, get hot showers, and food is provided. A vacation with lots of work to do. So American.

On October 5  Scott and I had our Installation Meeting. This is a meeting where we invite the best English Teachers, our counterparts, all of our Principals, Wareda Supervisors, and our Zonal Head to discuss Peace Corps and our roles within the community and their schools. Every new Education Volunteer at site has this meeting and before ours we were roaming around the internet and scoping out our friends to see how their meetings were going. Across the board it seemed that people were having a difficult time getting people to even show up. Determined for this not to be our fate Scott and I set out to make sure this meeting would be a success. Thanks to my counterpart, Igziharia (who I will forever owe for all she has now done for me) and one of my colleagues at work, Dessalay, we were able to secure a location for the meeting at Seti Hotel in Downtown Mek'elle. Thanks also to Dessalay we were able to secure the attendance of our most important guest and supporter, the Zonal Office Head. A teddy bear looking man named Zemenphis. Yes, just like the city. 

The night before the meeting we had dinner with Daniel Okubit our APCD  or Education Program Director at one our favorite restaurants in town that we now take everyone to if it's their first time in Mek'elle. It's a great, locally owned (by a woman!) place that has a great traditional food called "Tihlo" and the best tasting honey-wine called "Tejj". The atmosphere is relaxed and the staff welcome you like an old friend. I have actually made a friend there. Her name is Ako and she has taken to the habit of embracing me like a sister when I enter and leave the restaurant. She will put her arm around me and I put my arm around her shoulders. We stay like this for a while. We ask  how we are doing in the limited language we can speak to one another. I in Tigrinya and her in in English.  I look forward to these embraces whenever we decide to patron the place. It's like coming home sometimes.

At dinner we were able to relax and talk about our new life at site. Daniel wanted to know how we were settling in and we told him exactly the truth. We are extremely happy.We told him that we feel incredibly lucky to have been placed in such a magnificent, diverse, and prosperous city that is continuing its journey through development right before our eyes. How we instantly became friends with our fellow volunteers at site, Brittany, Keith, and Diane. How we couldn't be happier in our schools and with our counterparts. He responded by saying that it is nice to hear those things because it means that someone has come along and "put their hands under my heart to keep it from sinking." Daniel has the very distressing job of placing volunteers in their prospective sites and then overseeing the Peace Corps Ethiopia's entire Education Project framework. In other words he is in charge of every volunteer's happiness during their service. He weighs his decisions with bull's eye accuracy and sometimes people aren't too elated by his decisions. He needs more credit from us Volunteers and a vacation. 

Dinner ended happily with jokes and another lovely and warming embrace from Ako. 

The next day I was so overwhelmed with anxiety about this meeting that I thought I needed about two hours to prepare. Mostly to make sure I wouldn't sweat through my shirt and pants. When we came to the Hotel after a day of observing we met Daniel and gave him our PowerPoint presentation and discussed the outline of the meeting while waiting for everyone to arrive. And arrive they did. Early too! We were able to get started about 15 minutes after the scheduled time which is pretty good here. The presentation (on Daniel's side) lasted about 1 hour and 30 minutes (all in Amharic, which he apologized for seeing as he was in Tigray). He would often pause and give us the translation of things in English. Then it was our turn. Our presentation was much shorter consisting mostly of our qualifications and our time spent in Ethiopia thus far. We added some pictures for some entertainment and aesthetic purposes. 

However, when we told our teachers, supervisors, and the zonal head that this experience would most likely be one of the most significant experiences of our lives you could see the comprehension flicker on their faces from the idea that we were not just here to change what and how they do their jobs but that we were also here to change ourselves for the better through them and our time here. After this exchange we had a better appreciation of one another and how we could now move forward with our mutual goals. 

After the meeting we had dinner and began preparing the foundation of our professional relationships for the next two years. There was definitely a change in the way people thought about us and why we are here. And we have since experienced a wave of understanding and determination from our colleagues that I can only hope results in the best of successes in the coming two years.

On to the more social aspects of living in this culture. 

I and Scott were recently invited to the wedding of one of my teacher's sons. Scott couldn't make it so I went alone so as not to burn any bridges before I can even walk over them. Here in Ethiopia (as in some very extravagant weddings in the US)  the weddings are a three day event and I was invited to the third and final day of the festivities. The event took place at Haymanot's (my colleague's) house but the majority of the guests were from the bride's side.  Igziharia, again, was my guide and as we both walked up to the compound we could hear drums and singing from the inside. As we waited outside for someone to open the door I looked down to my right and through my sunglasses I saw this older man beaming at me. I really don't know why he was so happy to see me but I took this as a good omen for the festivities to come. 

 I knew I was in for something amazing. As we walked in I saw a sea of white. For special occasions, weddings and funerals, everyone wears white. I wore white knowing that it would probably be a good color to wear. (Imagine in America if other people wore white to a wedding. The bride might kill someone.) I was immediately offered food (of course) and then I was sat next to the bride and groom! Apparently I was considered an honored guest. In an American wedding if you didn't know the bride and groom and you just sat down next to them someone may kindly, or not so kindly, ask you to leave. The bride was dressed in a traditional dress. She did wear a western style wedding dress during the second day ceremony that greatly resembled an American wedding. It was held at a hotel and she was decked out in a princess-style gown and veil. She looked incredibly beautiful in her traditional dress though. Her hair was adorned with lavish gold jewelry and her hair was done up in what I am calling the Tigray Pimp My Hair style. (I know I am getting old. Sorry for the MTV early Millennium reference.) For being completely "traditioned" out, this young couple was fiercely modern. They made fun of me when I was fumbling with my very state-of-the-art camera.

The food was heart crushingly good. Spicy and Ethiopian. Just how I am starting to like my food. Because I had brought my camera and was instantly asked to take some pictures, messy fingers and all. I didn't have to take pictures for the bride and groom or their families, but I took them for my sake because as my very good friend Igziharia explained so well, this was culture. (Most pictures can be found on the Facebook.) 

I was eager to document every moment of my time there. Everything was so new and wonderful. Everyone was so happy and happy that I was there. It was hard not to be grateful and excited to even have the opportunity to be a part of this celebration. The only thing that could have made that experience more perfect is if Scott could have seen it too. But I still had a blast and Scott got to take his nap. To each their own!

I needed to leave in a timely fashion because Scott's mom was going to call from the US. My only problem was that I was offered three different kinds of homemade drink. Wine and beer both made by my friend Haymanot. The beer called "Suwa" looked like it was poured from the ground complete with dirt and tiny bugs. But it was delicious. I was fine to leave because I was merely sipping but Igziharia being truly Ethiopian, was not allowed to refuse the drink put in front of her. Her being truly Ethiopian also means that she drinks on seldom occasions. Like holidays and celebrations. Suffice it to say she is a light weight. 

When it was time to leave she asked me if we could just stay a little while longer so she could try and stand properly. I was all giggles at this. She was then telling me that her husband Gebre Merriam was at home and all alone just like "Mick" was. (Again, Mick is the name Scott has been deemed because our counterparts originally thought his name was McAllister and that is much too difficult for them to pronounce.) I replied, "Well, Igziharia, I think you will have to sleep at my house." She lost it. I mean she almost fell over laughing at my jest. She translated it to everyone there and they all began laughing. Maybe my jokes resonate well here or maybe Igziharia just had too much Tejj. Either way it was a nice moment and laughter and humor always cement friendships. Eventually we made it to the taxi with Igziharia holding onto my arm the whole time even in the taxi.

Since those last few weeks we have been working and finding time to relax with friends. We indulged in a marathon binge of Lord of the Rings accompanied by great food, compliments of this budding chef. It doesn't seem hard to find balance here and for that I'm grateful and fiending for more from this country and our life here.

It Just Got Western

My last post, unfortunately, had not much to bode about my professional life here in Ethiopia. Oh, how the tides have turned!

Last Saturday I attended a teacher meeting that included all of the teachers in my cluster! At the beginning of every school year my cluster heads and teachers come together to discuss the failures and strengths of the previous year and what they can do to move forward. The meetings were in Tigrinya but I was able to introduce myself to every school (at first in Tigrinya then I switched to English due to my lack of skills after what my name is and how old I am) and tell them why I am here in Ethiopia. Most seemed excited at having me here to help and others were even more excited to see Peace Corps in their lives again because they had them as English teachers when they were children. I felt very appreciative for the opportunity to meet all the educators I will hopefully be able to work with at one time or another.

School officially began this week and I turned up bright and early to see about 1500 smiling students welcoming me to their school. The first day was mostly checking that all the students who were registered were actually present and in their proper class. But soon after my arrival some chaos ensued. Apparently some of the teachers thought they were free to leave once they checked their students into their registry so the supervisors were obviously infuriated. A whole day of school wasted. On the bright side the students are registered and ready to begin the school year, albeit a day later than originally scheduled. 

I was able to watch the day unfold and try to understand how the administration of the school works and how the schedule is ran. I also was pleasantly surprised to have seen my new office! It is directly beside the principal and directors' office. I have a very large space and a window with a lovely view of the campus. I can not wait  to put up materials and begin my work from there.

This week and the next coming weeks will be geared towards observation. I will be observing the teachers and faculty so I can be better acquainted with the processes of Ethiopian Education and the processes of my cluster schools. I will be attending the English classes and observing how often the teachers speak English or Tigrinya, how they manage their classrooms, whether or not they have a good grasp of grammar and mechanics and what their teaching methods are and how they effective they are.

The coming weeks will prove to be more challenging and faster paced than the previous two weeks and I am looking forward to all that we will learn.

On to the social side of life.

Last night Scott and I had the good fortune to have dinner with a currently serving VSO volunteer from Great Britain, named Valerie. She works at our Education Zonal Office and has a very pleasant demeanor that I will personally be thrilled to dine with again. Along with Valerie came two world traveling German fellows, Rodney and Felix. They have now been all over Asia and are traveling through Africa. This was the first time we were able to flaunt our knowledge on all things Ethiopia. We felt very much like know-it-all's and it brought home all that we have learned and how Ethiopia seems more than ever to feel like home.

I know we will keep meeting people from all over the world and I know that this will add to our, already expansive and expanding, life altering experience. Its only been four months and we have 23 to go.

Techno Crisis Averted

Alright, I started a new blog because I thought it was just strange for my blog to say Zambia when, in fact, I and my husband are in Ethiopia. So, with regret for not changing it sooner (because in truth, I did not know how), I will leave the other one behind. Hopefully my future endeavors in writing on the internet will allow me to become more computer-literate. Yes, a 25 year old who has grown up in the Information Age is having issues with blog posting.

Onward!

Now to the real stuff. We have been living in Mek'elle for one month now. In the first couple of weeks we enjoyed many visitors and therefore many restaurant trips and sight seeing. We went for two wonderful hikes with a new friend, and experienced our first real holiday here in Ethiopia. After those first glorious weeks I was wishing for some down time, or at least some time where I could just be alone with my husband in our new home getting acquainted with our kitchen and new neighborhood. Not that I didn't love our company, I just like my husband's more.

School was supposed to begin on the 13th according to my counterpart. I think now that she meant that administratively school was starting then. This means registration for students and teachers. I was present on the first day and quickly found that I had little to do besides reacquaint myself with the teachers I had previously been introduced to and sit a try to figure out what the day had in store. After about an hour I was told that I could go home because nothing was planned for the day that I need to be a part of.  I then traveled down the main road to Scott's school and saw where he will be spending the majority of his time here in Ethiopia. His school is very nice but on principle I like mine more. 

We went with his counterpart one of the other schools in his cluster. His counterpart,and mine, introduce him as "Mick" because they think his first name is McAllister and McAllister is too hard for them to pronounce fully. We haven't had the heart to say that his first name is Scott seeing as it's been nearly 2 months that we have known our counterparts. Oh well, it's another little quirk about living here that we have come to secretly enjoy. It was nice seeing where my husband will work and how people receive him and why we are here. I think most people like to see that we are married because Ethiopians consider marriage a very valued part of their culture and various religions.

Today is the 21st of September. On the 18th I had a planned meeting with my Wareda (cluster head office) Supervisor of my school. Our meeting was planned for any time during that day. On that morning around 8:00am I received a visit from my counterpart ( a usual occurrence because she lives around the corner and must pass our house on the way to my school)  and she told me that my meeting would be at 8:30am because my Wareda supervisor would be in the office and that was the only time he had available that day. I said thank you and that I would be there at 8:30 sharp knowing that sometimes, but not every time, Habesha (or locals) say one time and usually mean 5 or 10 minutes after the given time. I think of this as not being lazy but being a part of a culture that does not worry itself over failures or constraints but moves forward no matter the circumstances. Sometimes those circumstances are very grave or important and the other things must be put aside and saved for a later date or time. SO...understanding this about our new culture, I was also ready for the possibility of a cancellation. Which did come only a few minutes after my visit with my counterpart. She called me and told me that my supervisor had an unexpected meeting that he needed to attend but that I would be able to meet with him next week. So hopefully, I can write about that meeting next week.

The first week of school is very busy so I am not worried or disheartened by my lack of progress thus far. I only wish to not be put aside or thought of as unimportant. I also do not wish to be seen as pushy or obstructive. I am wading my way through this obstacle and will come out victorious! Whether that be a small victory (working with one teacher and improving his or her skills as an educator) or being able to influence a whole school.  

In our time of leisure, because that is what we have at the moment, we are doing the best we can to get the information we require and are also enjoying the time to catch up on yet more reading ( I am reading the Lord of the Rings series) and getting to know our fair city more in depth so we can provide more information for Peace Corps. We have made a number of new friends both Habesha and Ferenji and are beginning to feel at home. Things that used to surprise us no longer do and our language skills are coming along albeit slow and muddled at times. 

Life is now feeling more like a life. If you catch my meaning. I no longer feel wound up in processes I can not control and am more accustomed to this, now not so strange, place. I'm not surprised that routine and familiarity have changed the pace of my thoughts and comfort in our, now not so new, life.