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Category Archives: Teacher training
Closing ceremonies
I was in Birtamod just after the Thanksgiving trip to Kolkata. I was having lunch with two guys from the Peace Corps office in Washington, DC. They were security. On guy told me that he had been doing, well, military intelligence in Somalia for a several years before retiring and coming to work for the Peace Corps. He told me that when Peace Corps has had to evacuate its volunteers from a country, it's usually because of families calling the office. Or a senator.
Finishing touches
During training, one of the hardest and seemingly most necessary things I wanted to communicate to my host family was that I missed home. I missed home. I missed my friends. I missed pizza and beer as dark as the nights in my new, lightless neighborhood. But the best that I could do, after two months of Peace Corps' astounding language training, was to tell them, Ma yad garchhu, I remember.
Also posted in Birganj, Close of service, Peace Corps culture, Terai Tagged ANNISU, Birganj, Birtamod, East-West Highway, Fewa Lake, Himanchal Cabin, Itahari, Jhapa, Peace Corps experience, Rajbiraj, Terai life Comments closed
Still learning
Things should be simpler. If people can travel to another hemisphere, learn a somewhat obscure second language, eat with their hands, and grow comfortable with the sounds of bombs and gunfire, then surely organizing and executing a basic teacher training with motivated teachers in a scenic location shouldn't be a problem.
Also posted in Peace Corps culture Tagged bandhas, bombs, comedy of errors, complacency, Dharan, Maoists, safety and security, Terai life Comments closed
Small world after all
For the past two weeks I've started becoming rather familiar with the underground world of primary schools in Birganj. So far it's been a tour of the bizarre. I'm not seeing things through a cracked looking-glass, but through one that's so old the glass is beginning to run.
Also posted in Birganj Tagged Birganj, black and white, Chhotaily, Christianity, Hinduism, marriage, NGO, poetry, prosthelyzing, RK Yadav Comments closed
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