My second day here I woke up with the
worst sore throat I've had in a long time. One of the adults made me
go see a doctor. I initially refused for two reasons. First, I never
go to a doctor unless I'm dying in pain in the United States, so the
thought of going to see someone for the sore throat just seemed
ridiculous to me. Second, people all around be here have much worse
problems, I felt wrong taking a doctor's time away from them. Any
resistance I put up was to no avail. Luckily I was able to easily
communicate to the doctor in French, and shortly after received
vitamin C pills and ibuprofen.
I'm really
struggling with having zero schedule whatsoever. Anyone in my life
knows that I also have a schedule that is packed with way more
activities and responsibilities than one person can really handle.
Here, I'm in a quasi-vacation land. Vacation in the sense that, for
the moment, I have no real commitments, I'm priviledged to just be
able to sit and observe what is happening around me. Being forced to
slow down is probably one of the best things to ever happen to me
after the past couple years, but it's still difficult.
Yesterday we went
to the beach. I'm living about 100 feet from the ocean – unreal. In
true American fashion, though we tried so hard not to, myself and the
other girls here went to swim in the ocean. Because of this
sore-throat-turned-sinus-infection I decided not to fully get in the
water, which worked out so I could watch everyone's stuff. So I'm
hanging out with my feeting in the perfectly warm, clear water and
these three kids approach me. It takes me about a second to realize
that they're all carrying machetes. Yep, machetes. I saw bonswa and
all that, and the oldest girl points at my necklace and in Creole
asks to have it. I explained it was a gift from my mother, but I've
since taken off that necklace I've worn nonstop for the past nine
years, a confirmation present from a dear family friend. The comfort
of wearing that necklace does not outweigh the discomfort of
increasing the distance between myself and those around me.
I'm still getting used to being stared
at everywhere I go and being known as “Blan”. Tried to teach my
name to some little boys yesterday and Maria because “More-via”.
Today I accompanied a girl that is
here for ten days to do a mini-class with young kids on basic English
words. Word has not been officially spread that the class would be
offered today, so when we arrived at the classroom there were just
four girls gathered on the steps. Luckily it only takes minutes to
attract a crowd of children when you're a blan, so within ten minutes
we had about a dozen kids. While my new friend led the group, I took
a backseat to observe. My attention became focused on one little boy
off to the side of the group. By American standards he appeared to be
about two years old, but he was probably more like 3 or even 4. His
oversized long-sleeved shirt was on insideout, covering his swollen
belly. The sleeves were much too long for his little arms so I
reached out to roll them up. I then held out my hand, but he didn't
grab on like most of the other children are quick to do. He instead
placed his hand in mine, and then slowly pulled back, all while
staring into my eyes with his. Those eyes are still staring at me.
They were the biggest, brownest, and saddest eyes I've ever seen on a
child, even here. No matter what I did I couldn't get him to smile.
I can't wait to get back into a
classroom setting. Tomorrow the plan is to go with another girl who
has been here almost a year and is fluent in Creole to the high
school to talk about my program. She also proposed the idea of
offering to tutor any students or do some classes to help them
prepare for exams which are next week. I'm dying to see what they're doing in French and English classes - I know my fellow teachers will enjoy hearing about that!
It's so cool to read your blog and to know that you're there to make a difference in their lives. They're very privileged to have such a caring person come help better their education. I'm so proud of you! :)
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