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I've started a number of drafts for the blog, but I've had a hard time finishing them. I'll work on that in the next couple of days. I'll be home two weeks from yesterday. I can't believe it.
I've started a number of drafts for the blog, but I've had a hard time finishing them. I'll work on that in the next couple of days. I'll be home two weeks from yesterday. I can't believe it.
I gave my second English lesson today. There were a lot more students today. I've decided to focus on pronunciation, as a lot of Haitians have studied for a number of years, but they don't have many native speakers with whom they can practice. In some ways, it's easier because the lessons can be very basic, and we can simply work on bringing their pronunciation closer to a natural pattern.
There are so many ingredients necessary for successful development: social capital, economic resources, participation, good governance and accountability, physical infrastructure... and now I'm getting an up-close and personal look at the importance of intellectual infrastructure. I'm not sure what the proper term is, but I use "intellectual infrastructure" or "intellectual capital" to mean the build-up of education, mental capability, and skills, and abilities, including things like problem solving, entrepreneurship, initiative, and the simple capacity to hear, comprehend, and follow instructions- that a society uses to improve and progress. I suppose these are a bit like good health- you take them for granted until you don't have them. And Haiti definitely suffers a deficit right now.
I've been feeling rather tired since Monday, and I decided to skip the gym on Tuesday, and just did 35 minutes of cardio yesterday before going home. I've taken a nap two days in a row, and made it a point to drink more water. I felt a lot better this afternoon and was able to do a full workout and lead an abs class again. I think I've just needed a little time to adjust to the change in schedule and stress. The heat has also been a little worse the last few days. I had adjusted nicely, but the almost-August temperatures, especially around noon in the sun, are a challenge.
I watched "The Agronomist" tonight, a documentary by Jonathan Demme about Jean Dominique, a Haitian elite who spent four decades running a semi-independent radio station for the people, and who was assassinated in 2000. It was quite good, and it helped me with some of my Haitian history.
We have survived the first day of the course. In the end, I became responsible for registration- figuring out who was there, who could be a substitute, etc. I think I accidently signed in two too many social sciences profs, putting us at 58 total, but we were able to fit everyone, and we think the benefits of not turning people away is worth more than keeping the number right at the original goal of 56.
In just less than 24 hours, we well be at the College de Professeurs Reunis setting up to welcome and register the 56 professors that are coming for training. We have the group almost balanced into two groups: math/science and social science/language. I think we're up to five women now, which could very well be 80% of all the women secondary schools in Jeremie. There are still maybe 15 professors who have not completed my pre-evaluation questionnaires (eek!), but I hope to be able to get them to do them as quickly as possible while everyone is setting up and signing in. I'm trying to decide how feasible it is to try to get everyone else to fill in the questions they skipped on the first round, and what potential ramifications that could have on the quantity, bias, and general quality of my data for that.
So after the gym today, I passed Joy and Carlo having coffee. I stopped and had three espresso-size cups. I'm having a hard time sitting still long enough to write this, and I think I'm vibrating....
Joy, my director here, arrived safely yesterday evening with Carlo, who will do one week of training with us. She noted that my blog is one week out of date, so I decided it's time to check in. In brief:
Well, my first intention was to write about my extended trip to the gym today. After doing normal cardio, I ended up teaching an abs class; I started to do a few crunches, but a group of women followed me, so we turned it into a full session. Then I took an impromptu salsa lesson- as I've somehow been convinced to performed a choreographed piece with the professor for a party Sunday to introduce the dance classes- Kristin, don't laugh). Two and a half hours later, I wandered home.
I’m waiting out Hurricane Dennis right now (I saw the name online- here they just refer to it as “the wind.”). The radar images show it passing over us (I’m near the tip of the southwestern peninsula), though the eye is passing farther to the west. There is a lot of wind and rain, but it’s not so frightening as a tornado, and we’re high enough on the hill to avoid flooding. I’m not sure what the people right on the water do. I’ll have to ask once everyone comes out again. I was stir-crazy in the apartment, and most things are closed, so I walked (that got quite a reaction) to the Haitian Health Foundation office where the other American girls work. Internet access in Haiti is satellite-dependent, so I’ll have to post this later, but the combination of generators (I assume) and solar energy stores allow us computer access (Jeremie has not had city-wide electricity for about two and a half weeks now- the problems in PaP make gas a scarce and expensive resource right now.),
The food here has been very good, and NOTHING is low fat. We eat an incredible amount of carbs: RICE (diri), plaintain (banan), banana (fig), potato (patat), breadfruit (veritab), bread(pen), and a root they call yam, but I think it’s more like a cassava or something. There’s some corn (may), too. As for meat, we have FISH (pwason), goat (cabrit), beef (bef), chicken (poul), and pork (cochon) (but I told Marie Claude that I don’t really like pork, so she avoids it for me). Goat is definitely my favorite, with beef as a close second. I still have a hard time avoiding the bones in the fish, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat the eyes or the brain yet (I’m working on it), though they are considered to be the best part. Marie Claude generally removes the head for me. Fruit: mango, oranges (zoranj), limes (citwon), grapefruit, passion fruit, pineapple (anana), grenadine(?), jaka (which I don’t even know how to describe), and lots of avocados (zavocat) now that they’re in season.
I am in the tropics. Two of the four Americans I live near here have malaria. Funny, it doesn't seem like a big deal here. Nancy was tired for a week, and Nicole kept sweating on and off. They take a couple doses of chloroquine, which is the same exact medication I'm on to keep from getting it (I'm the only one taking it, but they're all here for more than a year.). And that's the end of it. At the maternity center here, it's a little more of a worry, because of potential birth complications. Then, at the same time, in the rural areas, where it's not diagnosed, or if it's diagnosed, it's not treated, and the result can often be permanent disability or death.
It seems like the sun stays up forever here, and I am no longer Washington-white. To prevent skin cancer and incredible short-sleeves-and-a-skirt tan line, I have become quite religious about the use of sunscreen. Among my collection:
Happy 4th of July. I’m going to celebrate by joining Jeremie’s only real gym on its opening day. You’d think in a country with much of the population malnourished or undernourished, I’d have no need….but everyone blames the rice. With an inscription fee of about five dollars and a monthly fee of about ten, I figure it’s not the end of the world if I don’t go all the time. It could be quite a spectacle to have a “blan” (white) at the gym, but maybe it’ll increase enrollment- my gift to Rodrigue, the owner and a friend of mine.
A new little(?) glitch in the program. On 10 July, a number of teachers from Jeremie will go to Caray (sp?) to grade national exams. By mathematical chance, this means some of the teachers we have chosen for the program, and those teachers would have to miss at least one week of the four-week training, which starts on the 18th. But, of course, we don’t know who those teachers are, to be able to replace them. So, tomorrow I’ll take yet another trip to the Ministry of Education (at this point, I can’t tell if we’re starting to bond or if I’ve worn out my welcome), to compare my list of professors to the list of those going to Caray. Jacson has a number of teachers who have asked to be on a waiting list, and he will use those as replacements.
So you've probably heard at least a little about the violence in Haiti. Or, if you're my mother, you're scouring the State Department warnings and church newsletters for anything that could befall your baby, and you're personally keeping track of each kidnapping and murder- and emailing me all the details (sorry, Mom!).