Well folks, We are now the genuine articles. We are those people that left comfortable home to work in a developing country. We swore in as official Peace Corps Volunteers (PCV’s). “But wait”, you might say, “you’ve been gone for months already… were you just jacking around in the tropics?” To you I say, “Nah.” I’ve been with my fellow masochists in a special level called Pre Service Training ([PST]… sorry about throwing all these acronyms at you, but trust friend, I’ve got acronyms for days).
We had the joy of uprooting everything that we love and throwing some of it into a suitcase, leaving most of it behind, and moving to a brand new country. We did some very swift and intense bonding while we were hustled through easily a year’s worth of teacher training, health training, safety training, culture, language, etc. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. Literally. Then, we were sent to our sites. Separated but still connected in so many ways. Do you know what happened though? We all made it, all 32 of us. Whether it be a stroke of fate, the hand of God, strength of will, or just blind luck, we all made it to our swear-in week. This is a rare thing for a group of Peace Corps trainees. You don’t make it through this unless you’re of a rare breed. I will forever have respect for those who call themselves RPCV’s (Returned Peace Corps Volunteers).
This is just the beginning though. Now we can do what we came here to do. We can integrate. We can teach. We can learn. We can grow. It feels so good to move on to the next leg of this insane journey.
We on St. Vincent and the Grenadines swore in today. We celebrated afterwards with the volunteers who came here last year. We have so much to look forward to. Let’s do this EC87. I am so proud of us for making it this far. Only 24 months to go.
I have a lot more to write about, but these are just some brief thoughts for the day. Easily one of the most important days of my life and those of my colleagues.