A couple weeks ago, I got a call from Washington DC, and I
was pretty excited. Any news from Peace Corps about my service must be
exciting, right? WRONG-O. They mean it
when they say “no news is good news.”
Turns out, there have been some major safety concerns in
Kenya lately, and because of this, they are no longer accepting the new
training group. I will be given priority in finding a new country… I should be
prepared to not find a placement until January… We appreciate your flexibility…
Blah…. Blah… blah…
I’m ashamed to say, I’ve been more emotional about the whole
thing than I would care to admit. It didn’t help that my family’s response was “oh
praise God.” I know everyone was worried, but supportive, they were not.
But now it’s my turn to say, “oh praise God,” because I just
got my new invitation in my inbox! Come October, I will be an “English Literacy
Resource Person” in Samoa. I checked it at work, and for some reason my big
kids couldn’t care less, but my kindergarteners (who had no idea what I was
talking about) were really excited for me. I tried to show it to my kiddos on
our world map, but it’s so small that it doesn’t even show up. Now my five year
olds think I will be living in the ocean.
As sad as I am to
miss out on teaching Deaf Education (since I am now a Special Education
teacher), I am more than stoked to join the beach corps. Seriously, do Google
images search of this country!
The only question for now is: who is coming to visit me in
paradise?
