Week 4: I have to start out by saying that
you guys need to take another gander at the entry right before this one. My
Internet was SUPER slow when I was trying to post it and apparently, all 30-something pics that I included in that blog didn’t make it, so I have put
them back in. I’m writing all of these next few blogs in retrospect; this one,
about 7 weeks in hindsight. I am now at my site, sitting in what is going to
be my kitchen for the next 2 years, and I can actually breathe now. Training
was sheer madness, looking back on it. Anyway, since I have the time now,
I’m going to walk you through the last weeks of training as best as my memory
will serve me.
The most that I can remember about Week 4
was that it was the 4th of July, and I had my first language proficiency
interview.
Independence Day, for a lot of us, was a
difficult day. It was overcast and particularly cold…and of course we had to go
to training. By this point most of us are ready for some sort of break besides
just having a Sunday to rest, talk to our families in the states, do laundry
(many of us hand washing, BTW), and prepare for the next week. The staff
tried to do fun things, but a good portion of us were being Negative Nancies,
myself included. One of my friends put it best, “Why am I not on the beach,
sippin a mimosa in my bikini instead of
getting off a crowded combi in my chompa?!?!” (“Chompa” is Peruvian for jacket.
Yes, I said Peruvian and not Spanish because there is a lot of Peruvian slang
here.) When we
got to the training center, the language facilitators had prepared a fun-filled
morning of track and field games. I hate to sound ungrateful for their hard
work, but sleeping til noon and then throwing some dead meat on the grill (or in a pit in the ground, to be more Peruvian) with some friends and host family sounded
much more appealing to me than sack and three-legged races.
"Cuy" ("gerbil") races. This little guy was lunch later. Not really, but they do eat these in Peru. On my to-do list. |
Food eating contest. It included several different Peruvian style snacks and ended with whoever was the first to blow a bubble with their gum. |
So, I was terrified that I would lose one of the three large spoons that my family owns, so I wanted to keep it in a safe place. P.S.-How cute am I? |
That´s an egg on a spoon in my mouth...not on my face |
Water balloon toss |
Wheelbarrow race |
Scotney, whoopin everybody in the sack race |
I tried to put my best foot forward (not just in the races, ha ha ha), but all the indifference and negativity was contagious and intensifying. I was on the Fusia team with two people that spent more time in the kitchen than they did on the field, which cost us ten points. We lost every race except the food-eating contest. Mr. I´ll be Smiling While I’m Plunging to my Death in a Combi Inferno” who went to Cajamarca with me, Andy, is known as “The Human Garbage Disposal” by his parents.
This is Scotney´s burger, as anyone could tell from the ridiculous amount of ketchup |
In the afternoon, we were treated to an
American-style cookout at the Country Director’s house in Lima. We had real
burgers! I say real burgers because it is not difficult to find a “burger” here
in Peru. HOWEVER, it is typically a teeny piece of meat, paper thin, without
vegetables, but including fries and different sauces. Yup, they just put the
fries right on the bun, basically doing you the favor of eliminating any taste
of your paper thin meat. Don’t get me wrong, I really like Peruvian food, for
the most part (I plan to write an entire entry later), but I would not
recommend the burger to an American. We also had different types of salads,
which was awesome. I have heard stories that Peruvians eat salad, I just
haven’t witnessed it yet. We also had cake, American style in the shape of an American flag. "American style" because this is the first cake made in Peru that I have eaten without raisins in it. There were enough burgers for everyone to have at
least two, so we were all pretty happy.
Then I experienced my first “hora loca” (crazy
hour). I have been in Peru for over a month now, and I have experienced more
clowns than I have experienced lettuce. Think about that one! Hora loca
typically involves a clown leading a group in dance or games or both, ya know,
just to liven things up. There were balloons and confetti and a lot of laughs.
They keep saying that we will feel like teenagers because we are constantly in
class, and people are always telling us where to go and what to do. I migrated
from feeling like an adolescent to feeling like a preschooler that day, but in
all honesty, it was fun.
Hora Loca |
Super awesome crazy disco clown |
Those few with enough loca-ness to make it to the end |
On Friday, we had our first language
proficiency interviews. When I started this crazy adventure, my language level
was “Bajo Bajo,” Low Low. Many thanks to the stupendous foreign language
departments at three different institutions of higher learning! Five semesters
and a couple of thousand dollars later, and I’m Bajo Bajo. Anywho, my amazing
facilitator here, Pablo, told us all to just remain calm and try not to
overstep our bounds. It was pretty informal. I talked about Texas A LOT. I
thought the questions about Texas would never end. Do you know how hard it is
to explain to a foreigner in a foreign language that Texas is known for having everything BIG. I had
to leave that topic pretty quickly because I just kept digging a deeper hole
the more I tried to explain. My interviewer does know all about the Big Texan
and how you can eat steak for free if you have the stomach for 72oz. of beef. Lol. Then I
had to choose a famous person and pretend to interview them about their latest
work. Somebody please tell me what was going on in my head for me to pick Glen
Close. WTH? Glen Close? Out of the billions of famous people in the world, why,
oh why, oh why did I choose Glen Close? I’m pretty sure that I made up the
words for “Fatal Attraction” during my brilliant interview of…Glen Close.
Needless to say, the “3DO” (myself and the other chicas from my Tres de Octubre
neighborhood that started Bajo Bajo) group was pretty indifferent about our results. Nobody felt
like they nailed it, but this one is not the one that really counts anyway.
Every trainee has to be at the “Intermedio Medio,” Intermediate Medium, level to
go on to be a real Volunteer by the last week of training. I will not keep you
in suspense for a week, like the good people at Cuerpo de Paz (Peace Corps). At the 5th
week, I am officially Intermedio Bajo. A relief that I only have to advance one
teeny level to graduate.
Oh! I think this was the week when I got to
teach a session. Without getting on my high horse for too long and now
reflecting on my past work and educational experiences, my graduate program at
Midwestern State Univesity was phenomenal! I signed up to just aid my tech trainers in an 1 ½ hour
lesson about adolescent development…or so I thought. They introduced the topic
and gave me and a fellow trainee total control of the reigns…sort of. We had
to follow the established guidelines provided by Peace Corps, but I added my
own little tidbits of interesting info and clarified and expanded on some of
the topics required to present. (Shout out to Dr. Diekhoff for giving me the
opportunity to teach Lifespan Development! Never thought that that would come
in handy like it has here. A million thanks to you, sir!) For the first time in
training in this countr, I felt respected by my peers and teachers. I got a certificate of
appreciation and later one of my tech trainers asked me to please speak more in
classes because I have a lot to offer.
Next up…Week 5! Same Peace Corps time! Same
Peace Corps channel!
We are so proud of you for teaching, learning Spanish AND Peruvian terms - as well as adjusting to the different food. We miss you but know you are performing a wonderful service to the country of Peru. Write more often when you have time. We love you. J&T
ReplyDeleteWay to go, you! Learning to speak that language so well! I'm so proud of you, DD. Good job teaching, too! We always knew you were super good at that! Keep having fun, even when you're tired! Miss you, friend!
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