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Szia Szentes!: May 2008
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The journal of my life in Szentes, a little town on the Great Plain. Friday, May 9, 2008. End of the year ceremonies. Hungarian for the day: Sok sikert a jövőben. "Good luck (lit. much success) in the future". One of my classes serenading my colleagues and I from the street below the school. My colleagues rush around our work room decorating and waiting for the seniors to come through on their walkabout around the school. The students leaving the gym for the big ceremony. "Wait! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Szia Szentes!: January 2009
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The journal of my life in Szentes, a little town on the Great Plain. Saturday, January 17, 2009. Jen, a volunteer. Szentes, I couldn. As far as I could. As far as capital. Is a bit ironic. Jen, no trip. Tirana is a rapidly. Trusty at the top and somewhat less winded than Jen or I as he ascended by way of Jen's purse. The city of Berat as seen from the castle. Another view of Berat, this time with the river and impressive Mt Timori. A pretty little corner of the castle. Exploring the Ottoman neighborhood.
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Szia Szentes!: September 2008
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The journal of my life in Szentes, a little town on the Great Plain. Friday, September 19, 2008. The kind of teacher I am. It's 6pm on Friday and I just learned while IMing a friend that today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day. I am devastated because this would have made today's classes not just good, not great, but some unparalleled level of awesome. Sigh. When I posted this woeful news in my Gchat status bar I realized I wasn't the only one who was taken by surprise by this unsung holiday:.
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being in benin: On Mangos -- February 2008
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Trials and tribulations of a mud hut princess". Friday, May 2, 2008. On Mangos - February 2008. I’ve had my first taste of African mango and now I can’t get enough. You cannot imagine how good it is: how juicy, how sweet, how full of flavor, how decadent, how (yes, I’m going there) sensuous. The symbolism is definitely there; I would say the papaya is the most womb-like, most womanly, perhaps most strongly feminine of fruits, but is it sexy? Another point for the mango over a papaya: was there ever a biz...
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being in benin: April 2008
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Trials and tribulations of a mud hut princess". Friday, May 2, 2008. 8220;Chaleur, Circumcisions, and Mangos, Mangos, Mangos! The party was as delightfully chaotic as a one year-old’s birthday should be : complete with collapsing chairs, near choking, popping balloons, and three costume changes for the princess of the day! I helped serve food and supervise then spent the rest of the time taking pictures of the kids. Nearly 100, to be exact. I couldn’t help myself, they were so cute! Last but certainly no...
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being in benin: December 2007
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Trials and tribulations of a mud hut princess". Sunday, December 30, 2007. With so much going on, and a distinct lack of post-Thanksgiving over-commercialized holiday advertising, December crept up on me. My focus at school was on writing and giving the first set of final exams which, though stressful to write up and nerve-racking to give, turned out pretty well. As the end of the month approached, I got more and more excited. All the talk of my cousin Emilie and her fiancé Rowan coming to visit was ...
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being in benin: October 2007
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Trials and tribulations of a mud hut princess". Saturday, October 20, 2007. My First Month in Badjoudé. I have been four weeks at post. Hard to believe since it feels like so much has happened. Not that much has. After the whirlwind that was swearing-in and final shopping/preparations/goodbyes I finally bid Lokossa farewell in a taxi with me, my driver Mounuri, and all my stuff - one mattress, one gas stove, two gas tanks, one mountain bike, one metal canteen/lock box, two suitcases, and four cement bags.
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being in benin: March 2008
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Trials and tribulations of a mud hut princess". Friday, May 2, 2008. 8220;In - and out - like a lion”. After a second week in air-conditioning with other Americans it was time to get back to village. When I got home, the dead bat in my kitchen sink was a nice slap back into reality! I've heard that the Peace Corps is replacing their advertising campaign tag line "Life is Calling" with "Dead Bats in the Sink". We'll see how THAT plays on college campuses. Cannot wait to meet you, Mark Loehrke (Carly's dad).
