Steph's Micronesian Adventure

Christmas Reflection

2010-01-06T01:54:00.000-08:00

December is a perfect month to reflect on the gift of my experience in Micronesia. When I was younger, I always correlated the word “gift” with a tangible present – whether it was a toy, an item of clothing, or money. It was something that could be touched with my hands and put to use in a very practical way. A “gift” that was simply a card or a letter and a hug or a kiss did not hold as much meaning to me then. However, I would say one of the greatest growth experiences I have had during my time in Micronesia revolves around my recognition of the importance of intangible gifts – whether they be a simple conversation, a handshake or a hug, or a smile and a laugh.

This holiday season I was very fortunate to be able to share a glimpse of my Micronesian experiences with my mother and sister. They arrived on December 19th and shared shortly over two weeks with me and my community. During that time, we spent a little over a week with my host family on and off island. It was beautiful for me to witness my host family welcome them with open arms and seem to be as elated to visit with them as I was. They referred to them as “our mother and sister,” rather than “Stephanie’s mother and sister,” as if they had known them much longer than a couple of hours or a couple of days. While I know some of my host family felt inadequate to provide material items for them, they offered them intangible gifts or local resources that my mother and sister will most likely remember and cherish even more. They offered local necklaces off of their own necks and skirts or dresses hung in their closet. They collected countless coconuts and seashells to share with them the beauty of their land. In response to their example, the value of generosity has assumed a new meaning for me and, in many instances, continues to challenge me to become more selfless.

Together, we laughed and smiled as my mother and sister choked over the pronunciation of a few Chuukese conversational words. We danced and sang to a mix of Chuukese and English songs. We watched sunsets and sunrises as we crossed through the Pacific. We relaxed on local mats, sipping on coconuts, enjoying the ocean breeze, and gazing at the water. We banged on tin cans, apathetic of the pouring rain, to celebrate the New Year. We sat in each other’s company, happy and at peace to just share time together, even if it meant doing nothing but that. We bridged the barrier of language to share each other’s humanity. One of the greatest feelings I had during their visit was when I recognized how I was treated differently than my mother and sister. Whereas my mother and sister were asked to rest and enjoy everything at all times, I was no longer treated as the guest; I was accepted as a sister or a daughter.

The students of Xavier continue to teach me as well. Little do they know that I continually learn from them as much as I try to teach them. Their openness to share their culture and holiday break with my family communicated to me that they not only cared about me, but also about my family. We conversed about cultural dress; laughed over cookie baking, board games, and hikes; and formed new friendships.
It is hard to express in words how thankful I was to all of my host family and the Xavier students for sharing their hearts and homes with me and my family. For me, it was the best Christmas present I have received in a while. I think everything I have tried to convey through this reflection can be summarized by a statement my brother once said, “A Christmas present is that which cannot be touched or felt, at least not with the hands that is…it is the memories we share with those we love. And through this love the gift can be realized.” I hope that such feelings of gratitude and peace can resonate in others reading this reflection. Happy New Year and peace to all.

Another Week in Paradise

2009-10-21T05:39:00.000-07:00

As I was running today I was considering what I should write for my next blog. First quarter flew by! It ended last Friday and I finally managed to get my grades turned in today after lunch, so I just feel relieved that I can breathe again, at least for a couple hours until the work begins again! Perfect time to write a blog! Well, after dinner one of my fellow teachers was talking about the reflections some of his students had written in detention as to why they were late to class today. Well, I thought some of them were quite hilarious and effectively communicate how teenagers are teenagers no matter where you are. So I typed out 3 of the at least 200-word explanations of “Why were you late? And how will your tardiness improve?” Enjoy. (Small update after the reflections)

# 1

“Why was the Great ***** late?”

Throughout all my years in school, my most hated enemy is time. Funny this is, time is fast when you want it to go slow, and it goes slow when you want it to go fast. Now in Xavier High School, Micronesia, I have been late. Why? Because of the freakin’ time, that’s why! While I was walking out of the library from SSR to go to my next class, Geometry, I sort of got thirsty. Now, here’s the stupidest reason I was late: I went to get a sip when I saw it, girls lining up to drink. Filled with nervousness inside my heart, I tried waiting for them all to drink. I mean, ladies fine. These are the juniors, Argonauts, we’re talking about here. About 98.5% of the junior girls are HOT! You cant just go straight to them and say, “Hey, can I drink ‘cause I’m thirst?” Dude, that ‘s stupid! When all of them finished, I went straight and filled my cup with nice but freakin’ warm water. While I was drinking, half-way through, the bell rang. I spat out water, accidentally threw away the cup, and ran. Then I saw Mr. C’s face in the doorway, saying, “Okay, Okay. Out all of you, late people!”

The lesson I learned from being late is not to get distracted or shy by girls – even though they’re hot! I’m gonna come – no more trops to the cooler; I’ve had enough already. And sorry for lying about me getting my backpack inside the library, Mr. C. Please, just forgive me, don’t give me Saturday work! The End.
- Anonymous, Sophomore boy

#2

I am truly sorry. I was late to class because I was looking for my textbook. Textbooks are always missing in the study hall & I’m sorry for that. I last saw it on my desk, but when I went there, it was long gone. Don’t worry, I’ll find it. I tried to explain, but you didn’t listen to me. Wow, I like your red pen. COOL. Oh, plus the floor was slippery so I was very careful. But when the bell rang I was like, “Shoot man, Mah Homeboy, Mr. C. is going to (gonna) get mad.” Sorry. I’ll try not to be late for your class, Mr. C. I think we need more than five minutes-break to walk here (Okay that’s a lie). Yo, Mr. C., it’s really hard to keep in track of time when you don’t gotta watch. I bet this is my last detention. “I hope.” Finding a book in that messy study hall is hard work. VERY. So yeah, I just found a textbook & brought it to class. Phew! Talk about Xavier Borrowing. Sorry, but I brought it back to where I found it. That is one long paragraph.

I will try my very best to come early to class. I’ll write it on my forehead (Oh no, I wouldn’t see). But yeah, I’ll bring all my books & all that I need to class in the morning so I wouldn’t have to leave during the 5-minute break. I’ll try my best Mr. C. My very best. Is it already two-hundred words? People should just stop taking other people’s stuff from their desks (Look who’s talking). Okay Mr. C. Thank you for this opportunity to spend time & actually meet your wonderful red pen. XOXO

– Anonymous (gangstah), Sophomore girl

#3

October 20 2009. I was late to Trigonometry class. I was late that time because I had to go use the bathroom. There is not a single person in the world that would need that much time to urinate unless they have some kind of bladder sickness, and I do not have any kind of bladder disease so having gone to the benjo is not my explanation for my tardiness. I was later that day because I decided that I could hold back the liquid when the urge to relieve myself first presented itself, this was during the first minutes of the break (between classes). After a while it became clear to me that I could not hold in the liquid anymore and waiting till during class to ask would most definitely have presented other problems. The teacher would ask why I did not go during the break, I still might’ve gotten detention, and my situation would have been more desperate. I decided that it would just be less complicated if I had just gone during the break, so a quarter to the end of the break, I left to go use the benjo. I spent a good 20 seconds (apprx.) relieving myself and by the time I was returning to class, the bell rang. And that is why I was late. Next time, I will try to leave to go use the bathroom as soon as I get the urge. I will also try to control my bladder and no get the urge right during a school day.
- Anonymous, Junior boy

Well, I hope those brought some smiles to your faces even though you don’t know these students personally. As for me, this school year is going well so far. I just feel much busier than last year. I have a good grasp on teaching this year, but new things have been added to my plate. I have taken on the role of the College Counselor “Extraordinaire” and the Campus Minister. So, as well as teaching Biology and Chemistry, I teach juniors and seniors college counseling, arrange for all of the standardized testing, and moderate and plan the retreats, prayer days and community service projects for each year group (I mean grade, sorry I have picked up that jargon from the Australians). I am still really enjoying the students and my job, in general - just learning how to adjust to the new workload. So I apologize that skype calls may have become less frequent – I am still great with email, but the power shutting off before midnight every night makes skype difficult.

Other than that, a lot has happened in the last two months. My host family from Penia experienced a tragedy about a month ago. One of my host sisters (20 years old) passed away. The funeral was really sad to witness – very different from a funeral back home. Funerals here last about 3-5 days. I attended the first night. Since it was a Tuesday, I started to feel tired at about 10:30 or 11pm (I feel old) and I guess it was pretty obvious so everyone was telling me it was ok to sleep. However, nobody else slept. All night long, women literally wailed or sang their sadness away. Ironically, the death brought Nievic (my first Chuukese friend) back to Weno, along with her 5-month old daughter. It has been nice to catch up with Nievic during this time and play with the baby.

Around the end of August, I realized that my host family from Moch was actually on island. I had called my host brother, who stays here permanently, and told him I was going to stop by to drop off some packages. He said, “Ok, I will send your two friends to the road to get you.” I said, “Who?” And he said, “Terry Ann and Diane.” I was so surprised and excited to see them. It turns out that my host dad had been hospitalized so they had all come to visit. He is doing much better now. So they took me to Wechin, the small waterfall on island – certainly much colder water than the lagoon waters. And I can’t really go anymore in Micronesia without an army of followers so about 30 kids followed behind. I have pictures coming soon. Then for the first time in my life, I bathed outside in the river that flows from the waterfall. It’s freshwater so a lot of people bathe in it. A new experience for me – bathing with the moss-covered rocks. Hehe.

Then came the natural disasters of the Pacific! A lot of people contacted me to see if Weno had survived the earthquakes/tsunamis/typhoon. Luckily, our coral reef is strong. I didn’t even know about the tsunami until after the fact. The only effects that Weno felt was rain and rough waters, which unfortunately meant we had to cancel the first community service project of the year. Perfect introduction to my new position as the Campus Ministry moderator! We (the CM team) had worked pretty hard to put together the Junior CSP – a 3-day event on the island of Tol. The students were scheduled to build local huts and help with yard work. Well, in the Nesia events don’t get cancelled for too much heat or ice on roads, but yes rough waters! So after dragging all the students to the downtown dock, we were informed by the ship captain that the waters were too dangerous. As we headed back up to campus, some of the returning senior CM members turned to me and said, “Congrats on your first CSP planning!” They weren’t being jerks – just equally disappointed!

Last Friday was the Sophomore Prayer Day – similar to a single day retreat for the sophomores. The theme was “No Templar is an Island” (Their class name is the Templarz), and the day focused on the interconnectedness of the students within the class. I think it went pretty smoothly, including a trip down to the water for a quick swim. At the end of the day one of the CM members turned to me and said, “It went well. At least they cried.” It’s amazing to me that crying is how success is measured here, but if they cry, apparently we did something right!

Well, my goal today was to get to bed early, so I’m going to stop for now! I hope you got a glimpse into my last two months. I hope everyone is doing well. Still missing you all and thinking about you frequently. Send updates and keep in touch! Happy early Halloween. Kinisou chapur. Sipwap chu. Ai pwositi meinisin. Kinamwe ngeni chemi. Ai tong ngonuk. (Start practicing your Chuukese Mom and T – looking forward to your visits. So here are your translations. “Thank you. Talk soon. I miss you all. Peace to all. I love you.” )

-Steph

Ewe Fonufan Ren Iik, Nuu, Allim, Mei Tongik (The World of Fish, Coconuts, Hellos, and I Love You’s)

2009-08-25T23:59:00.000-07:00

So I just don’t even know where to begin with this blog. I never get writer’s block, but for a week or two I have felt stuck in trying to fully communicate my experiences in Moch. By the end of it, you will probably think “Writer’s Block? You sure wrote a lot!” True- there’s a lot here, but it still just feels inadequate as just words. Anyways, here’s my best attempt to relocate all of you to a small mile-long island in the middle of the Pacific without sinks or running water, internet or electricity, cars or bikes, watches or alarm clocks, forks or spoons, telephones or cell phones, but rather a beautiful land full of sand and coral, the sounds of swift breezes and pounding breadfruits, flies and mosquitoes, coconuts and papayas, plates of breadfruit and bowls of rice, fish and crab, 10-person hammocks and local huts, ukuleles and beautiful voices, breadfruit and coconut leaf fans, volleyball games and 60-meter sprints, smiles and laughter, and hellos and I love you’s.

Two weeks ago, I returned from my 6-week trip to Moch, an island a little more than a 150 miles south of Weno. To say the least, Moch is much less touched by westernization than Weno. To give you a little idea of what I mean, for the first time in a long time, I saw someone carrying around a tape player boom box. A day on Moch begins when the eldest son heads out to fish for the family’s breakfast. Cooking is a big part of the culture because a lot of time is spent sitting in the masoro (cook house), where you cook your food upon the open fire. It’s somewhat like camping everyday. Other than the day 30 + hour boat ride to and from, my experiences this summer were phenomenal. The people of Moch touched my heart in a way that has never happened to me before. I had wanted to go to Moch ever since the first time I heard about it last year. I am not exactly sure what drew me to it so much- maybe some sort of intuition – but after my time there, I know that there could not have been a better place for me to experience this summer.

My purpose for going to Moch was to teach English reading and writing and Math (basically Pre-Algebra) to students who had failed such classes in the 9^th and 10^th grades, as well as experience full immersion in an outer island. I ended up with about 15 students and while I spoke English 90% of the time, body language became essential to get my point across and a good percentage of what I said was translated into Chuukese by one of the students who understood me at that time. The principal gave me complete independence to choose my schedule and while we started with a flexible 9am-12pm schedule, with a 15-minute break in the middle, it eventually evolved into 9:20 – 12:30 with a 30-minute break in between. Mind you, this is a place where there are essentially 4 answers when someone asks you what time it is. For example, take the hour between 9 and 10. It is either 9 o’clock, past 9, before 10, or 10. So while I tried to start as “on time” as possible, I had cultural forces working against me that weren’t very easy to surpass.

For the first couple of weeks, we played volleyball for a couple hours every day after school. Most of the youth from the village would stroll through at some point to join in a game. Within a couple days of arriving, one of my friends there even built new benches when he found out I was really interested in volleyball. The talent out here in Micronesia never ceases to amaze me, especially when Americans tend to associate the best athletes with those that can spend hundreds or even thousands on the best coaches, leagues, and equipment. Smoking cigarettes and chewing coconut or betel nut is very common out there. For the first few days at volleyball, I thought, “This is crazy - basically everyone was smoking marijuana.” Following Mochese (and Micronesian) custom of what belongs to one belongs to all, I had seen basically all of the male youth pass the cigarette around (which looked like a small cigar or blunt because it was wrapped in dried banana leaf) so each person got only a drag or two. So it wasn’t until my brother was rolling the leaf in front of me that I asked what was inside. I told him I had never seen people pass cigarettes before. He just laughed and said I guess theres just not enough cigarette to go around for everyone to have their own. As well as, there are only a few marijuana smokers on this island and everyone knows who they are (with an air that it is obviously frowned upon). At least everyone thought it was funny and wasn’t offended.

When I first arrived I spoke extremely minimal Chuukese. It is very difficult to learn Chuukese teaching at Xavier, where “English Only” is enforced and our tutor somewhat fell through last year. But after 6 weeks of struggling through conversations, being laughed at (or with) frequently, I finally feel I have a good base in the language. My host family on Weno was impressed when I first visited them and only wanted to converse in Chuukese. Now, they realize I want to keep learning Chuukese and aren’t speaking to me in English as much. But anyway, in struggling through, I have obviously made lots of mistakes. Here’s an example that my family just found hilarious. On Moch, you say “A lei (like lay) la” when people are leaving and it is somewhat like saying, “Ok, you guys go.” Well, having heard it a couple times, I made the bold step of trying to say it myself. So, I was sitting with my Uncle Augustine when my brother and another cousin were leaving and I said “A lo la.” Augustine smiled at me and said, “Don’t say that. That means diarrhea.” Essentially I was telling them to go number 2. Well, I have to say I think people reminded me of that almost everyday I was there, all the way up until I was getting in the boat to come back to Weno. Waving and smiling some of the last words I heard were, “A lo la.”

As I have mentioned time and time before, when I first came to the Nesia, I was in no way a fan of seafood. Since I arrived, I made a promise to myself to try as much as I could and give seafood a “second chance.” As well as the first time I ate coconut, breadfruit, and taro, I didn’t like any of it. When I decided to go to Moch, I knew I would have to just accept fish (breadfruit and taro) into my life. Well, call it a 180, but I have finally decided that I have been foolish my whole life to not have liked fish, lobster, and crab. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner, I ate rice, fish, taro, coconut, and breadfruit. Now I think all of it is delicious. There is nothing better than freshly pounded, still hot kon (breadfruit) with coconut milk – mmmm! I am still trying to the convince the newbies of that right now.

Since there is no public power and not really any large generators, things quiet down a lot after dark. Some people will have one light at night that runs off of solar power. But unlike Weno, where I feel confined to Xavier once the sun sets, there is much more freedom to just be on Moch. It is a very safe island (I guess being dry changes a lot of things). So the social event every night was song- keyboard synthesized background music and Chuukese songs – except for rainy days when there wasn’t enough sun to generate power for the light and the keyboard. By the end of my time there I had picked up the lyrics to a couple of the songs, but for the most part I just sat relaxed for an hour or two and listened every night. So at about 9:30, the day would end. So with that king of bedtime, I really didn’t mind waking up with the sun pretty much every day.

I happened to be on island when there was “Appechokul” (Confirmation). I have never seen people practice so much for one Mass in my life and of course, everyone on the island came to watch. It was a pretty neat Mass to witness in the end. There were several processions during the Mass but the coolest had to be for communion when they presented the gifts on a life size canoe. I took a video of it, but I’m sorry - you will just have to wait until I come home to see it. There’s no way I can upload that with our internet speed out here. So if you are wondering why there are pictures of girls wearing all white and the boys wearing white shirts and black pants, it was because of Appechokul.

The church on Moch is St. Ignatius Loyola. And since the feast day for Ignacio was at the end of July, Moch had a huge celebration, with running races and other field day-type events. I ran in the 60-meter, 100-meter, and participated in the tug of war. My village (Piemoch) wanted me to run the 4-lap (lap around the whole island, which I did practically every other day) but I refused because it was only going to guys from all the other villages. If there’s one thing I learned from Ignacio it was that an 8:00 start time really means 11:00 or 11:30. But all in all, great time with back and forth chanting and celebrating.

In between the events for Ignacio, there was a funeral. Being that practically everyone on the island is related somehow and in Chuukese custom to prepare food for the funeral, we postponed the running races to prepare mass amounts of breadfruit and taro cake (unless you are someone that has lived in the Nesia before, I promise you that this is not the kind of cake you are thinking of). Let me try to describe to you what a Chuukese funeral is like. First off, anyone and everyone is invited. It is generally held in a meeting hall. The men typically enter, pay respects, and step outside for the rest of the time, while the women spend hours sitting and singing to the body. Usually there is a basket at the foot of the coffin, in which people place a dollar bill. I guess it’s a way to help support the family for the expenses of the funeral. And this can last for several days, during which people bring mats and even sleep with the coffin. The second and third nights of the funeral on Moch, I joined in the singing. The first night I went with my Mama and probably spent about 2 hours praying and singing with the coffin. The second night, I went with the serafo (youth) to sing from about 9 pm to 1 am. This was certainly my first experience of the Chuukese “spraying.” It is custom to spray people with body spray or lather them with lotion or hair gel if they are singing for you. Well, with the first spray or two, I just thought it was an interesting practice. Then within an hour, I think I had been sprayed by at least 30 different scents, been given so much lotion that it would no longer rub into my arms, neck, and calves. And my hair was more than a grease ball. Of course it was fine because hair is supposed to be slacked back here, but it was just so funny that there was no end to spraying.

So in American culture, we celebrate Sweet 16s, 18s, 21s, “Over the Hills,” but in Micronesia, the first birthday is the biggest birthday. I happened to be in Moch for my nephew Bero’s first birthday. And there’s no celebration in Micronesia without a freshly slaughtered pig so I witnessed such for the first time. I was just about to go running one day when I heard a loud pig-shrieking coming from outside the house. I walked outside to see about five men holding down our family’s fattest pig so that they could tie its legs together. The next thing I knew, they held a bucket underneath its throat as they slit it open and drained its blood until it no longer screamed. I guess my facial expressions were a cross between frightened and curiously disgusted because my sister, father, and uncle just laughed at me as they watched me watch. Then as soon as all the kids realized that this was not an everyday occurrence for me, they found it hilarious to stick their entire arms into the slit, covering them with blood so that they could come chasing after me. Then they lit it on fire to scrap off the skin and cooked it in a cauldron that I thought only witches used before coming to Moch. Enjoy the pictures! As for some other new experiences, I learned how to wash my clothes with a washboard. I learned how to peel breadfruit with an aluminum can and squeeze coconut milk. I learned how to eat with my hands and how to sit Indian-style for hours. I am also a pro now at showering outside in a skirt.

The Sunday before I left, my family invited the people I was closest with to go to a small island with me for a picnic. About 30 people ended up coming. We set up a volleyball net and played some volleyball while the mosquitoes ate us alive. Since they cook over an open fire out there, the bottoms of pots are pretty much permanently covered in sot. After lunch, my friend Amram told me that everyone that comes to this island has to get their faced covered in sot. I looked at him and said, “Apw! (No)” Well, he didn’t hesitate. He quickly rubbed his hands on the bottom of the pan and came chasing after me. Eventually I gave in as he covered my face with black sot. Of course I had to play the game and act mad, chasing after him and screaming. Within a couple of minutes someone grabbed my camera and took a picture of me. As I saw how ridiculous I looked, I broke down laughing. By this time, Amram was nowhere to be found. I guess I scared him away. So a bunch of people joined in chasing each other and covering their faces. Although somewhat disgusting, it turned out to be really fun. So that’s the explanation for my black face. I guess I passed initiation.

My time in Moch certainly culminated my last couple of days. It was a mystery as to when the boat would actually arrive to go back to Weno. I had my bag packed since Sunday night, but didn’t actually end up getting on the boat until Thursday. Well, it’s Chuukese custom to “sing” people goodbye. It’s called, “Emwirimwir” (Yea, Chuukese is an easy language, No worries.). So my last two nights in Moch I didn’t sleep. The first night, the serafo (somewhat like a youth group or young adult group in the states) of my village came to my house to sing to me – consider it a Mochese going-away party. So for about 3 hours we sang sipping on coffee and eating tempera (similar to doughnuts). There were other people leaving on the same boat as me so we went to 2 more houses after mine. Then at about 4:30am, we all headed back to the Vice President of the serafo’s house. I had gone back to my house to get some water and got held up by the rain for a while so I was probably missing for about 30 minutes. When I got back, there were about 15 people that hadn’t gone to sleep yet, singing and playing guitar in the room. They were passing around a cup and continuously refilling it from this construction bucket. I asked them what it was and they said yeast. That was a perfectly reasonable answer because it is not atypical that people drink yeast here if they cannot afford to purchase alcohol, especially on a remote island where there is no store. I asked to smell it and try a sip. And my cousin said apw (no). Of course my first reaction was to say, “Why? Please, just one sip.” Again, “Apw.” Then one of the guys stood up and started swaggering, playing the act of being drunk. I just laughed at him and a couple others played along. It wasn’t until most everyone had left that my friend Artin asked me, “Do you know why they wouldn’t let you smell or taste the drink?” Of course I said no. Then he laughed and said, “Well, that’s because it was just water. Alcohol is illegal here. They can’t drink in front of me. I am a police officer here and they are some of my nieces and nephews.” Well, didn’t I feel like the dumb American. If there is one thing I eventually caught on to in Moch, it was that Mochese love to lie. I don’t mean harmful lies, but more so playful lies. The next morning I commented on it to my friend Kathy. I said, “I get it now. You all love to lie to me because you know I don’t know when you are joking or not.” She smiled and shook her head yes.

My last night on Moch the serafo from another village came to sing goodbye to me. After song, my mom told me that I could go anywhere on the island that I wanted. Without having to think very hard, I knew I wanted to go to leicha (the beach area) one last time. There is nothing better than sitting on one of the giant hammocks with the breeze blowing past you, looking out into the water. So I went with one of my friends and all I wanted to do at that point in time was sleep. So we napped for maybe an hour and a half and then headed back to the house. We sat on the peias (graves) talking and taking pictures until about 4am when we started cooking the food I would take on the boat. Saying goodbye was pretty sad. My mom started to tear and told me she loved me. My sister TerryAnn (probably the person I was closest to) also began to tear and told me that she would be very lonely without me. They placed a mar-mar on my head and then waved to me until I could no longer see them in the boat.

By the time I reached the boat, I was exhausted and I guess in some ways ready to sleep through the next 30 some hours when I would be practically curled up in fetal position. A few Peace Corp volunteers were on the same boat as me going back to Weno and I guess after almost 20 hours of sleeping, I finally woke up. They commented, “Wow, Steph, we were wondering if you were dead.” I just said, “No, but I actually hadn’t slept in 2 days.” They thought I was exaggerating when I first got on the boat, but then they believed me. As I said before, it’s hard to put into words how incredible my time in Moch was. It was a great opportunity to step back and see how differently, happily, and peacefully other people live - to be a perfect stranger and be treated as a member of the family.

While this blog focused on my summer in Moch, a lot has also happened in the last three weeks since I returned. A bunch of new people have joined the Xavier and Saram families bringing new energy and enthusiasm. The five new JVs had a great welcome to Chuuk, all coming down with diarrhea, vomiting, and fevers on their second day here. Somewhat ironic, seeing as I am sick with a fever and a sore throat as I write this right now, but honestly, sickness that knocks you out for a minute really isn’t very common here. They also had a good introduction to the status of Xavier vehicles. On a trip back from Saram in the black truck, the truck got a flat tire within about 2 minutes of driving away. No big deal, our drivers are pros at changing tires (seeing as they do it every day). Then about 20 minutes away from Xavier, the truck started to overheat. So we stopped to fill some hole under the hood with lots of water. I am pretty sure that in any other case at home we would stop driving the car at this point in time, but not at Xavier. Our drivers are miracle workers. So when we went to start the car, it just wouldn’t. About 5 attempts to push start it later, we finally were on our way. (In case you don’t know what a push start is, ask somebody who knows about cars – It’s a cool skill to know in the event your car gets this run down) - Haha only to have our one working headlight go out in the darkest part of the island. So what did we do? Me and another volunteer stood on the back of the truck and reached around the side of the truck to hold out a headlamp (you know the small personal ones cavers, miners, hikers, etc. use). We were only going about 5 miles an hour where there is really no traffic, but still all in one car ride! Really?! I’m exhausted!

We have also had the chance to climb Witipong mountain again – this time being a much more enjoyable experience than last year. The rain pretty much held off for us, as well as we were a little smarter about where we slept. I guess we learned last year that sleeping on bare mountain rock with all its ridges and grooves doesn’t make a good recipe for comfort. We even managed to “get lost” and find a new route to the mountain that takes about half the time. To get to the mountain you have to walk through fields of grass that are probably 7 feet high at points – an easy way to loose your sense of direction. Well on the way up we had basically created our own path through the grass, meaning we left scratched up and occasionally fell into unforeseeable trenches. On the way back we found a nice path through the grass so we decided it couldn’t hurt to take it. Eventually it dumped us into the jungle and again we were working to create our pathway home. Thank God for Sammy (new JV) who at one point looked over and said, “Is that the million gallon tank?” There are 4 million gallon tank reserves on island. My first gut instinct was there is no way that this is the one right by Xavier’s campus. We had only been walking for an hour, many of which was backtracking or debating which way to go. It had taken us 2 hours to walk there and that was when we had a pretty good sense of where we were heading. Plus the look of the tank was so different than what I had seen countless times before. Well, Sammy and Sam (new independent volunteer) decided to cut through the forest. When they got to the other side, they found a person who was willing to direct us to Xavier. Well, we must have looked like idiots. We were literally a 3-minute walk from Xavier at that point. So not only did we get lost, but we found a shortcut!

I’ll stop for now. I think we are both tired. Next time I’ll fill you about the trip to Tol and lots more. Enjoy the pictures as well! I miss you all and hope that you are enjoying your last few days of summer. School starts Sept. 1 and I am psyched to be teaching biology, chemistry, and now college counseling for the juniors and seniors. We just got new Chem textbooks, so I am beyond happy. Don’t forget to keep in touch. Peace.

-Steph

Off to Moch!

2009-06-25T18:36:00.000-07:00

Ok, everyone - I'm heading out to Moch tomorrow morning. I've been fully warned that the boat ride will be pretty terrible, but also beautiful. I won't have any internet until August - so enjoy your July's! Enjoy some fireworks on the 4th for me and happy birthday dad! (of course really early). Love you
-Steph

School’s Out For Summer

2009-06-22T08:08:00.001-07:00

I can honestly say that I do not know where April and May (and now June) went. April disappeared and May went almost too fast. With finals finishing around the 20th and graduation on the 23rd, there was a lot to celebrate – 32 graduates, the completion of my first year teaching, 10 (now 11) months away from home, etc. Let’s just say that with all of the boys heading back to their homes, as well as about half the staff, the hustle and bustle of Xavier quickly turned into a quiet boredom with lots of board game playing and reading. I’m still trying to appreciate the boredom, knowing what it could be if school was in session or if I was elsewhere. I finished reading the Pillars of the Earth – 973 pages. So if you know me well, you probably know that the longest book I read before coming to Micronesia was about 400 pages. My poor mother used to have to lock me in her room to read my summer reading growing up and I still wouldn’t read it. Ha ha somehow I always still did well. But to say the least, reading has never been my most favorite of hobbies. I have really tried to motivate myself here to read and I am starting to like it more. I am now reading its sequel – A World Without End. And with that book, once I finish it, I will finally be able to claim I have read a book longer than 1000 pages. (I recommend the Pillars of the Earth if you are looking for a good book).

Graduation was a great experience. Besides trying to keep ourselves blind to any seniors being stupid the last week, I truly enjoyed the graduation festivities. The week before graduation the staff prepared a dinner for the seniors. It was special in the sense that they got to eat in the “staff area,” all of the food was prepared by the staff, and we served them. Some of them asked for multiple cups of water just to capitalize on the notion of us tending to their very needs. It was great to sit down and enjoy their company. It’s sad to think I will probably not see many of them for a long time, if ever again. Then we presented the 2009 Bad Azz Awards – it was a big hit. They were basic superlatives written on paper certificates each attached to a roll of toilet paper. They loved it.

The Wednesday before graduation all of the seniors’ parents were invited up to campus for a barbecue prepared by the rest of the students. It was pretty cool to see the students dig up huge holes and make fire pits to cook long links of hot dogs strung through coconut “rope.” Remember, I live in Micronesia so allowing our students to play with fire isn’t received the same way it would be at home. These kids walk around with machetes only a daily basis. Ha ha In Pohnpei parents have to give written statements if they don’t want their students using machetes. Ironic, eh?

The Baccalaureate Mass was held at the cathedral since Xavier’s chapel isn’t large enough to fit everyone. Because of transportation the staff got dropped at the church about 3 hours early and then the mass started, oh say, 1 hour late so it was just one long afternoon. But the students looked pretty sophisticated with their silver and black suits and dresses. Graduation was the next morning. If only I could convey to you what graduation was really like. It was an overcast rainy day – and half of the staff still got burned. I swear this must be the only place in the world that you can sit under a tent on a rainy day and still get burned! Anyway, the seniors convinced the director to “roll” in to the ceremony on the school’s bus. Half of them wearing shades, they entered to the traditional graduation hymn after the bus honked enough to indicate their “esteemed arrival.” I just recall my own high school graduation and how strict it was. We weren’t allowed to wear flip flops – of course that didn’t apply here and our shoes were not even supposed to have a certain size heel. We definitely weren’t allowed to wear sunglasses. Anyways, the attire lended itself to a comfortable atmosphere. At any point in time during the ceremony, people would approach the graduates and “mar mar” them. The mar mar phenomenon was incredible – I mean really big time J. By the end of the ceremony some students must have had 50 or more mar mars around their neck, literally covering their entire face. And the ones made of money were the coolest. Although the money ones were rare, most of them were made of $1 bills. However, one student had one made of $5 and $10 bills. I looked at her and said, “Be careful with that. That’s more than most of us make in a month!” She just giggled and nodded. The two student speakers were the valedictorian and the salutatorian. They both did well – except for at the “end” of the valedictorian speech, she invited the salutatorian back up to help her “introduce” individually all of the other graduates. So one by one they took turns talking about each person. It was nice I guess for maybe the first three or four, but then it turned into – “This is ________. He is the cool guy…” And 40 minutes later, they finished. Wow! That was exhausting, although entertaining. I would say at least 3 students broke out into dancing when introduced – apparently very typical of a Micronesian graduation. I would have never had the guts to do that at my graduation. The reception wasn’t until night– to give the families (host families in most cases) of the graduates time to prepare food. Oh my gosh, there was soo much food! I think Josh talked about how big the graduation feast would be for weeks before graduation, but never did I expect a 60 foot food line. I would say the best part of graduation would have to be that we got to eat turtle multiple times. If you know anything about me, you know I am not a seafood eater, but turtle is delicious.

The week before the 2nd year JVI’s headed out, Katie, Josh, Meg and I decided to go snorkeling. Meg decided to “test” whether or not her camera was really waterproof and it worked so we got some decent pictures of the sites we saw. Although they aren’t the best pictures of the underwater life I have seen, they give you a taste of the wrecks from WW2. It’s crazy to think that I have passed over the wrecks multiple times in boats and had no idea. But we got to see an overturn boat, a submarine, and a plane. The boat was snapped in half and we could only see about half of it since the other half was too deep to see. The overall visibility was great. The boat driver drove us over a tanker as well. He told us it was a little secret since normally you have to pay more to go over that spot. I think he said it was 30 meters deep but we could see it pretty easily. It is supposed to be the best site for divers to go to since it is easy to swim through.

Then the big event to start off June was the ordination. I think I heard about the ordination for at least three months before it actually happened. One priest from one of the outer islands of Chuuk (Polowat) was being ordained and it was a big deal – really big time J. I have never seen so many Chuukese people in one spot. It was a neat Mass to watch, with Micronesian-style processions and such. After the mass was another feast with dancing. I didn’t get to see any of the dancing because I headed to volleyball and there were too many people to see anyway. But some people voted the feast the best they had had in Micronesia – all you can eat lobster is pretty good for seafood lovers I guess. So the picture of the nice and crisp pig is from the feast. I’m not actually sure how we got invited into the feast. It was announced as a lunch for special guests, but being a JVI on the island somewhat makes you a “special guest” wherever you go – even if you don’t want that label. Anyways, Polowat is a more traditional island and the guests from Polowat stayed at Saram while they were on island. So some of the men still went shirtless and only wear thuu’s – the wrap that looks somewhat like a skirt – when they were hanging around Saram.

The same day as the Ordination was a musical festival downtown. This might have been one of maybe a couple possible public social events through out the year. It was pretty cool – 4 local bands played a mixture of Chuukese and American music. A good night of dancing and time to hang out with local friends – on that note, its nice to say I finally have a mini social life among locals. While that in essence means something very different than what I am used to at home, it is still a good feeling to know I have made some true connections with local people that are about my age.

Last week was Re-O/Dis-O, the annual JVI retreat for either mid or end of service. It was held on Pisar – the paradise island if you remember me mentioning it previously. Well a hidden paradise that is. Not many tourists know about it – nor do many locals even make it there in their lifetime of living in the islands. I have had the great opportunity to visit Pisar a couple times. Re-O/Dis-O was 5 days and focused on spending time with the other JVI’s in Micronesia to reflect on the year and how we had struggled and grown. It was relaxing and a good time for reflection and renewal. While I truly have loved my experience thus far in the Nesia, it is always helpful to set aside time to think about why I am here and what I am doing here. It is a much more complicated issue than “to teach Biology and Chemistry” - I guess one that after 5 days of thought still leaves me with great questions.

Two of the JVI Program Staff, ie my bosses, visited to lead Re-O/Dis-O, and I invited them to watch my volleyball game on the day we got back from Pisar. Hence, it was the perfect time to get pictures at volleyball. I am usually shy to bring my camera down to Penia. The kids love it when I do, but it just brings me too much attention since there might only be one other person in the whole village who has a digital camera. Not to mention, then I always get this feeling that they want me to develop the photos for them. But the “tourists” taking pictures at the game would be acceptable and almost expected. I guess Robin said it well when he said it’s okay to take pictures on the first and the last day, otherwise its sufficiently awkward. So I passed my camera off to them and they took pictures of me playing with my local team. I actually played really well that day, which was nice since it was the first time I brought guests. And my team won. This week is playoffs so we will see how my team does.

To say the least, the last month has been summed up with countless trips to the airport and A LOT of goodbyes or “see you laters.” The 2 Jesuit scholastics finished their 2 year tour and headed out, along with the Peace Corp, the principal (a former JV), the 2 JVI’s and all of the students. There’s a lot of come and go at Xavier. Right now, I am one of 9 people living on campus so now we feel like a comparably small group. It’s kind of exciting that come August and September we will get a whole new group of volunteers.

And I guess I can’t head out without giving a note on my summer plans. As of right now, I plan on heading out to an island called Moch in the Mortlocks within the next week or so. Its over a day to get there by boat – but most likely that’s the way I’ll go at least one of the legs because it is much cheaper. I am really excited about the boat ride, although I know parts of it won’t be great. It is generally crowded and most people get seasick. But I can only imagine how beautiful a trip it will be. I will be teaching English to the summer school at the high school. There is only one high school out that way and no native English speakers at the school. The island is much more traditional and less developed than Weno i.e. no power and no internet. So throughout July, I will pretty much be out of contact. But don’t worry. There are satellite phones and such in case of emergencies. I will be staying with a family and probably thinking and reading A LOT! J So Happy birthday a little early Dad!! I love you! (And Happy Father's Day!)

Moch will be a great experience and I can’t wait to share it with you. I am really enjoying my time here as I near the finish of my first year. But I miss you all and welcome updates anytime! I hope everyone is doing well and I’d love to hear from you.

P.S. A shout out to June birthday’s – Maddie, Becca, Urse, and Kelly – I have surprises in route but not on American time.

Grandma's Back Porch - Happy Mother's Day

2009-05-18T02:37:00.000-07:00

Sorry this took forever to post. I had it written in January, but Chuuk internet connections are not quite the most reliable. Enjoy.

Grandma’s Back Porch
By Stephanie Osborne, 2009

The swift breeze blew past my face. The current rolled past me.
Wisps of hair tickled my cheek. The rays of sun blinded me.
There was a rumble in the distance,
A jagged white line of crashing waves.
I walked slowly, feeling the dense, sharp coral below my feet.
The waters became stronger, knocking my legs off balance.
I looked down and between my feet sat a beautiful cowry shell.
It was more beautiful than any other shell I had ever found on the shore,
With its white background and dark speckles, polished and smooth,
Like the kind you find in a store.
It reminded me of the shiny cowry that used to sit on my Grandma’s back porch.
I know I was smiling. I picked it up, feeling special.
As I turned to show it to my friend, the wave knocked me.
The perfect cowry slipped between my fingers and fell,
Back into the reef below my feet.
I panicked. Hunting for it, the waves knocked me into the reef.
It was gone, camouflaged within the earth tones beneath me.
I walked away disappointed.
As I walked along the sands the next morning, the reef surprised me.
There it was.
Its brown and white speckled back slightly emerging from the dried out sand-
Polished and perfect.
I picked it up, held it tightly in my hand,
And thought, “Mom will love this.”

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
I know this isn’t the first Mother’s Day I haven’t been home to celebrate with you, but hopefully you can feel my love and appreciation for you as much this year as any other. The shell in the package is the one from the poem. It is not only the most beautiful shell I have found in Micronesia, but it also holds sentimental meaning. Maybe it will even remind you of the cowry shell your mother kept on her back porch, also. That’s why it was so special to me when I found it back in December. She was the first person I thought of and then it became very obvious whom I would save it for – you. Happy Mother’s Day to you both. I love you.

To Mom, Aunt Caroline, Monica, Jenn, Aimee, Aunt Anne, Aunt Rhonda, Aunt Deborah, Josie, Sandy, Nana, Aunt Sally, Aunt Sue, Aunt Linda, Aunt Colleen, Ms. Hanlon, Ms. Cindy, Marcia, Gayle, Wendy, Donna, and Diane, and any other Mom out there, I wish you a happy and relaxing day. You are the unsung heroines of our world.

PWA PWA BIRTHDAY MOM!

2009-05-03T20:03:00.001-07:00

Happy Birthday to one of the most special people in the world. I love you!
-Steph
P.S. Happy early birthday to Ruby too!

2nd Semester in a nutshell

2009-05-03T04:41:00.000-07:00

So I need to catch everyone up on a lot! Sorry I have been putting off finishing this blog for a while. I guess that’s a good sign of being more present here in Weno. Regardless a lot has gone on in the semester that’s worth sharing. I think I know where to start…It all started one ordinary Wednesday- it was a lab day, which meant that I started extra early to prep the lab with all of the equipment that would be needed by the students that day. I had forgotten that the last lab day I had left early for a volleyball game and had one of the new volunteers substitute, therefore some of the materials were left out. Never trusting that things that have been left out are clean, I walked over to the wash bucket that is typically poured out after each lab. There was still soapy-looking water in the bucket, so while it crossed my mind to get fresh water, I justified that it wasn’t necessary since there were only a couple things to wash – especially since this was during the dead of the dry season and the main building and the lab had run out of running water. Otherwise, I would have had to go to the other end of campus to carry rain water. So I threw in a couple of beakers and stuck my hand in the get them. Unfortunately, the first thing I grabbed felt furry and squishy – obviously not a glass beaker. My first thought was, “what did the students put in here?” So as I poured out some of the water, I was immediately nauseated by the pungent smell of the water, and then my worst nightmare came true. I saw the tail and the hind leg and almost vomited. I had accidentally picked up a dead rat! Ugh! The thought, even still weeks later gives me the chills. Maybe I was traumatized. I immediately doused my hand with soap but of course there was no water to clean off the soap .So I walked out, probably looking as if I had seen a ghost or something supernatural, because all of the students realized there was something wrong. I told them what happened and how disgusted I was. The girls thought it was disgusting also. Most of the boys laughed, but actually later came to help dispose of the rat. Let’s just say I spent about an hour that day bleaching the lab. Meanwhile, a couple students continued to tease me I would catch some horrible disease. Well, that day set me up for the next rat experiences.

As I mentioned, some of the boys were entertained by my disliking for rats so a couple days later, I walked into class after one of the junior boys “warned” me that they were starting a prank war with me. There was a box of chocolates sitting on my desk. So I lifted the top and inside was a dead rat, bleeding from its mouth. Well, at least this one was easier to dispose. I guess my reaction wasn’t good enough for them so a couple days later, there was a brown paper bag with my name on it in the lab. The girls were pointing with worried looks so I knew something was off base. Next thing I knew, the bag tipped over a live rat crawled out. I jumped back and one of the boys (the one who had previously warned me about the prank war) came to “the rescue,” throwing a textbook on the rat. Blood started to ooze from its mouth. While they enjoy my initial reaction, after the rat was dead, they could tell I was not so happy. I sent a student to go get some bleach. The next day a bunch of the students complained when they walked into class because they said it smelled like poop. I agreed it smelled pretty putrid, but playing the teacher role, I just settled everyone down to start class. Within a couple of minutes I discovered a dead frog in a box at the front of the class. The rats, well, they actually live inside the lab, but the frog was more than an intentional setup. Let’s just say I told the student responsible that if he brought me one more dead animal, I would report him. It has been over a month now and no more dead animals so I guess in some ways I won the “prank war.

In the middle of February, I set out to Pisar with the 3 new Australian volunteers and 2 volunteers from Saramen, plus a visiting mom and grandma. We intended on leaving between 8-9 am to try and avoid the rising tides and windy current, but working on Micronesian time, we left at least an hour late. I noticed shortly after heading out that the boat ride was more rough than previous boat rides I had been on, but still thought little of it. We seemed to be traveling at a decent pace, and while my butt was continuously being slammed into the boat deck, I was not quite drenched yet. Rather, I was casually laughing at the reactions of the new volunteers as the swells from the water poured onto them- they happened to be sitting in the unpredictably “unlucky” seats. Within a couple of minutes, the driver stopped and consulted in Chuukese with his relatives, mutually deciding to detour slightly to avoid hitting the current straight on. Then we took a pit stop at another island, when our drivers switched. I guess the first driver wasn’t up for the drive- it wasn’t a smooth ride so it required more concentration, liking driving a car during a hurricane. We proceeded for about another couple hundred meters before a huge swell crashed over the boat drenching everyone. Within a minute, the driver stopped at communicated that it was becoming dangerous and we should not go any farther towards Pisar. As we got farther out into the lagoon, the swells would only get worse. So we decided to turn around. We stopped again at a small island and began to converse what the best course of action would be. Ignoring the possible disappointment people felt at that point, we decided to take our odds at visiting Eooaan, the “Bishop’s Island.” Essentially the land is owned by the Catholic church and we had not spoken to any of the local priests before going so we were skeptical if it was appropriate to just show up at an island that is typically reserved for retreats. We went to the island and nobody was there. Sometimes someone stays to do upkeep. So luckily someone was able to get a cell phone signal and got a hold of the Bishop’s office, and he granted us permission. We decided we would stay for the night and get picked up the following day. It was somewhat of an adventure- a little more of a rugged setup, we started to joke about how bad this could turn out since none of us had a cell phone and technically nobody at Xavier knew where we were. Either way we enjoyed a fresh cut watermelon that one of the new volunteers cut off a vine, not knowing that taking food one someone else’s land is very frowned upon here and thought of as stealing. In some ways, ignorance is bliss. We walked around the whole island collecting shells and enjoying conversation. The other side of the island was remarkably beautiful. Rocks jutted out of the water and the sun reflected off the water. The view of the other islands in the distance made a beautiful backdrop and my pictures do not do a justice to how wonderful it was. We taught the new Australians how to play mafia and we all learned a little about each other. That night we learned why people say Eooan is the island of the mosquitos. They were pretty unfriendly during the night & poor Joe’s feet almost looked speckled by the next morning. It was until the following afternoon that it started to feel as if maybe we were playing “gilligan’s Island.” After lunch we started cleaning up and waiting for our driver to show up. Well, 2:30 came and went…so did 3:00, 3:30, 4:00…and I knew everyone was thinking it, but nobody wanted to say it. Were we going to end up stranded on Eooan? Only our ride knew we were here. We had no more food and almost no more water. We wanted patiently, hoping that our ride was just running on Micronesian time. Well, finally more than 2 hours after our scheduled departure, the boat came. Relief! Another night on Eooan wouldn’t have been so bad, but I think people would have started to get cranky without food, water, or any real knowledge of how we were going to get back. Well, I didn’t mention before, but I always felt iffy about this trip. I debated going the week prior and was very close to staying home. At first I thought my intuitions were because of the rocky ride there, then I wondered if it was because of the worry over the ride home, but I was so naïve. The reason I had a bad intuition was really because of what happened after I stepped foot back on Weno. As I was stepping out of the boat (it’s usually more comfortable to take off sandals on a boat when you are cramped together), I stepped backwards without looking. There was about a foot wide region cut out of the dock that I didn’t notice. So as I started to stumble, which if you know we well you know I love to do, my foot felt for the next part of land. The boat driver held out his hand. I grabbed it, throwing me even more off balance. Unfortunately the first thing my foot reached was a piece of twisted rusted rebar sticking out of the dock. As I fell backward, the rebar jabbed into the bottom of my foot, puncturing it pretty good and deep. For as many times as I have fallen, I would have to say that this was the most pain I have been in since I got my face bashed in when I was in 8^th grade taking a foul ball to the mouth. I could not walk since the heel of my foot had blood gushing from the bottom of it so two people supported me as I limped across the street to my friends’ apartment. Of course this had to happen right as Mass was getting out on Sunday night so as I staggered across the Church parking lot, I saw people pointing and looking at me with glares of disgust. The girl supporting me told me she heard one group comment on how drunk I must have been. Great! Of course, that’s exactly what was wrong! (Complete sarcasm if you can’t tell). As if drinking and drunkenness were not already stigmatized enough in Weno. But, of course that’s not what I cared about at that point in time - I was in so much pain that I just wanted to make it inside. So I screamed a little in agony and maybe shed 2 tears, but ended up on crutches for 2 weeks and off running for a month. Now I know why my intuition was trying to keep me home. Looking back, Eooan was still worth it.

So for about half the volleyball season I was confined to crutches – even still I really enjoyed the experiences coaching. My team came out with a winning season, and I think ended 3^rd in the league of say, 6 or 7 teams. Oh how quickly did I realize that a high school sport in Micronesia is nothing like the high school sports I played in high school. We would practice an average of about 30 minutes a day, in comparison to the 2-3 hour practices I would have in high school. And while I came prepared with a list of practice drills, those quickly went out the window for the most part. All in all, the girls had fun, which is all that matters. We had the opportunity to order jerseys, which rarely happens for these kids, so it was really a big deal – even though they arrived well after our 3 weeks of games ended. Our end of the year party consisted of watching Juno, 2 pizzas, a bag of fries, chips and soda (for 15 girls) but somehow everyone ended up full. It was like the loaves and the fish I guess.

In mid-March, I helped lead the freshmen Community Service Project on Weno. While the album of pictures I just sent out just a few pictures from this, there should be more to come. All of the freshmen (about 50 students) stayed with host families from one village, provided entertainment for them on one night, and spent a day cleaning the local public elementary school. I stayed in one of the host families with 2 female students. I really enjoyed the experience, even though my abilities with Chuukese left conversation limited for the most part. But I learned how to make Chuukese donuts, which was pretty cool. It was also nice to spend some time with a family that I see every weekend at Mass, but have little communication with beyond that. The first night, since it hadn’t rained in a couple weeks, we had to walk a block or so to the village well to shower. Well, I guess the girls were in for a surprise when this happened. One of them, while ethnically Chuukese, actually grew up in Hawaii, and I would imagine has experienced a fair amount of culture shock living in Weno, while the other I imagine is from a wealthier family in Chuuk based on her reaction to this experience. When we got there, to the well with the bucket that is. Our host retrieved a bucket full of water for the 3 of us to shower and offered to hold our clothes. However, there was absolutely no privacy. The bucket sat on the edge of a path, which people occasionally walked past, and a group of men sat outside conversing at the top of the path. The girls were convinced the men were watching us, so I had to play the confident teacher card and convince them they weren’t. One of the girls eventually turned to me and in a desperate voice said, “Ms. Steph, I just can’t shower naked.” So I handed her my skirt and took one for the team. I must say it was a little awkward showering naked in front of 2 students, but I guess they were more concerned with other people watching them and grateful for the skirt than with the fact that I was with them. It was pitch black and by the reaction of our hosts, I imagine that, to the locals, us showering there just wasn’t a big deal.

The entertainment night was excellent. The students prepared 6 dances and then the village and our students held a dance-off. I was so impressed by these kids dancing abilities. I swear one of our junior students could be a professional break-dancer (if those exist). He just blew everyone away.

Two weekends ago was the big annual track and field competition. Since there are not really any college competitions for athletics in Micronesia, this is one of the competitions used to narrow down runners to potentially send to international competitions. My host brother actually won the 100-meter dash and will be heading to Germany in the summer – a great opportunity for him. The events included 1-mile relays, a “marathon” (a 6 mile run for the girls and a 12 mile run for the boys), and a whole host of other relays and sprints. I would venture to say that this might be the only place where a track and field competition includes a coconut husking and basket weaving competition, both of which were very exciting and competitive events. Could you believe that girls could weave a basket out of coconut leaves in less than two minutes? The students had a half-day on Thursday and no school on Friday. Then the principal treated everyone for their notable sportsmanship with a “free day” on Monday. I.e. CLASSES CANCELLED! I think the teachers liked this surprise as much as the students. The whole school has been practicing during “free time” (4:15-5:00) everyday since the end of February since the majority of the students in the school had to participate in the races. Even still a lot of students were not physically prepared for the mid-day heat here (who could be?). Many people fainted – literally collapsed right before finish lines or right after - and even one of our students was sent to the hospital for heat exhaustion or heat stroke. The marathon started at 5 am to avoid such heat. But in the end it was a super exciting day. With lots of cheering, jumping up and down, and eventually, sore voices. While it was a long day, I now see why the students get so excited about it. I won’t lie – I think the staff relay was one of the more exciting relays of the day. I started for our team (a relay of 8 runners- 4 male, 4 female). When I tossed the baton, we were in second…but then one of our runners fell and another dropped the baton, putting us in last. Our last 2 runners, Meg and Joe, “really chased big time” as the students would say and our one competitor fell right before the finish line giving us first place. The students were roaring with excitement. And actually our win gave us enough points to put our school in 3^rd place. It was a great almost-ending to the day.

I recently decided where I would be for the summer. I had a couple of options to go to “more remote” islands, but I decided to stay on Weno with my host family in Penia. I figured that if I went elsewhere there would be just enough time to overcome feeling awkward before I would be leaving again. It just made sense to stay where I have already developed some relationships. So I may still go to another island for about a week, but for the rest of the summer, I will be staying on Weno, most likely teaching math and English. Plus a couple of my host cousins asked me to stay to compete in their village volleyball and running teams over the summer. I can’t tell you how good they have been to me here so far. In fact, my host mom said something to me last weekend that really struck me. I can’t remember exactly how it came up, but it had something to do with my brother living in Haiti. She commented that people think Chuukese are poor, but they just don’t understand our life. She said, “We are rich. We are rich in natural resources. We have the sea, filled with fish. We have our land, filled with breadfruit, taro, and coconut. Nobody goes hungry here.” It just made me think about how different people perceive poverty differently. What is poverty anyway? Can it be socially constructed? I continue to be thrown by some of these questions, going back to my back a ways back about the perceptions of needs and wants. Just some things to think about -

So I guess to end I’ll leave you with something one of my students said to me recently that made me laugh. One of my sophomores came to me asking for an extra copy of a study guide. In an effort to instill responsibility, I gave him a skeptical look and asked, “Why?” He said he didn’t get one, but knowing that was not true, I told him I knew he got one. He succumbed to me and said, “Ms. Steph, it cursed me. I swear. My paper cursed me I had to tear it up.” Well, if anything, he worked hard for that excuse.

So sorry I am a slacker in writing these more regularly and instead just write novels when I finally sit down to do it. I hope you enjoyed anyway. As always, I miss you all and hope everything is going well as you are beginning to get some nicer, warm weather. GRADUATION IS IN THREE WEEKS! And then I am basically a year in!! Crazy! Peace.

-Steph

Natural Pearl

2009-04-01T06:09:00.000-07:00

It’s not uncommon that I don’t know what is necessarily going on when I am visiting my host family. I sometimes follow along and smile, even though I am clueless as to what is being planned or discussed. Well, here’s an example where I wish I knew what was happening. My host mom had asked me to visit last Sunday and I was trying to avoid doing any real work anyway after hearing some not so fun news from home, so I headed down to Penia. The children down in Penia always make me laugh, relax, and bring me back to the good old days of innocent fun. Well, a particular boy down in Penia has been trying to talk to me a lot recently. He doesn’t speak much English and I don’t speak much Chuukese- you can imagine how far our conversations go. I met some of the girls that I typically visit and they invited me inside their meeting house. They looked excited, more excited than normal, but I just smiled back knowing I could not actually communicate much with them. They looked as if they were waiting for something so I just sat Indian-style on the tile floor and waited. I remember being very uncomfortable, now that we are starting Chuukese “summer” (as if it isn’t summer all the time). Eventually more cousins showed up, including the particular boy. People started singing in Chuukese, which is also fairly common and no reason to become suspicious. So I hummed along not really knowing the words, smiling back at forth and occasionally playing peek-a-boo with the identical twins in my host family. After about 10 minutes, one of the girls stood up and directed me to follow. So I got up and walked behind her towards the front of the meeting house. They pulled out a plastic chair and had me sit in it. This seems to always happen- and it still makes me feel as uncomfortable as it did the very first time it happened. Everyone around me remained on the floor and I was granted a chair as if I am royalty. I sat down and within a couple minutes the boy that seems to want to make smile talk approached. He first handed me a couple unripe mangos- a great treat. I graciously accepted with a smile, responding “Kinisou chapur” (thank you very much). At this point I did not feel as if I was the center of attention to anyone except maybe this certain someone. Then he pulled what looked like local rope from his pocket. He held it out to me and as normal, I accepted. Once I held it in my hand, I looked at it more closely and noticed that it was woven coconut husk with some sort of stone. It was a natural pearl- beautiful and probably very expensive, with a natural, but unpolished shine. I immediately felt awkward wondering if I should have accepted it after all. He motioned that he wanted to tie it to my wrist, so knowing that it is rude here to decline offers of hospitality and gifts, I allowed him. As he cautiously tied the rope around my left wrist and spoke words I did not understand. I smiled and nodded out of ignorance and people around me smiled and cheered Micronesian-style. It was only moments later that I realized that I had just promised myself for marriage i.e. was basically engaged. So I have made some cultural faux pas before, but at this point, all I could think about was how I was going to get myself out of this one. Obviously I could pull the dumb American card, but I have a feeling that would come with more consequences this time. So I actually have done nothing about this yet. I had to leave Penia before it became dark and I didn’t even want to attempt to explain myself and end up “running out of time.” So technically right now I have a Chuukese husband to-be. And while “our” conversations may only be a few sentences so far, I have a long supply of mangos and coconuts coming my way, as well as a beautiful pearl bracelet. I hope you sense my sarcasm. Anyways, if any of you have any thoughts on what I should do let me know. As smart as I am, I was dumb enough to get myself into this one so I hope you enjoyed my April Fool’s! It isn’t quite as good as the cockroach eggs in my skin, but I was lacking creativity! I thought about breaking my leg and heading to Guam but I didn’t want to jinx myself either….

I didn’t think it was too far fetched to get engaged without knowing it. I actually worried this might somehow happen- it kind of did to another volunteer in real life. So that’s a story to tell sometime. As for me I did play a couple April fools jokes today. I gave an April fool’s quiz in Chemistry. It had very difficult questions but in the format of what we had been studying (Lewis Dot Structures and Molecular Shapes). The directions included reading through the whole quiz. Of course, the last line mentioned to “Raise your hand silently to ask a question with only your name written at the top to receive an extra credit point and the real quiz.” Well 29 out of 31 students got it. 2 were fooled! One kept getting frustrated as he would raise his hand and say, “Ms. Steph, this is too hard. You didn’t teach this.” Then, he would turn his paper over and start drawing. I proceeded to turn his paper back over and tell him to read the directions. This probably happened at least 6 times. Meanwhile giggles came from the other students and he still had no clue. Another student found the first quiz “fun” since the problems were intense. This is the same student that inquired about the string theory earlier in the year, a theory related to advanced quantum physics. Needless to say, both laughed a slightly frustrated laugh when I pointed it out to them with a little more hints.

The students are always inquiring about the faculty’s “boyfriends” or “girlfriends.” They make up that certain individuals are dating, even though nobody is, but of course they enjoy starting drama. So I asked if they wanted to see a picture of my fiancée and I told them he proposed yesterday, pointing out that it would have been 2 days before April Fool’s. (I picked someone who is attractive and already known as “a friend of mine” by the students.) They screamed, ran up to my desk and started railroading me with questions. I guessed I tested my lying skills because only a couple thought it was actually an April Fool’s joke. The other’s were asking if they could go to the wedding and what was the date. The best line of the day came when one student asked for a copy of his picture. My response was, “No, I’m not giving you a picture so you can idolize my fiancée!” Now, even the ones who thought I might be fibbing turned the corner. The classes ended with girls begging to have a picture of him and actually one girl stealing the picture and running out of class with it. She eventually returned it and then I quietly whispered in her ear, “April Fool’s!” She stomped her foot and said, “Can I still have his picture?” Oh, high school students.

I hope you all had some innocent fun as well this April Fool’s….Don’t worry I am not going to marry a Micronesian T (well probably….hehe). Miss you. Peace
-Steph

Random thoughts

2009-02-07T05:44:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone! I have been trying to complete this blog for weeks now, and it seems that every time I come back to it I have to edit it because it is outdated, so sorry about the delay. Enjoy!

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Teaching and grading student work can be tedious at times, but every once and a while, students provide some comic relief to keep you going. I thought I would share some with you. The first response was a reflection of a junior after being introduced to the nuclear bomb testing that took place in the Marshall Islands post-WW2. The second response was by a sophomore on a recent Biology test.

“I think that the U.S. used propaganda to make the people of Bikini agree with them and leave their island. For the U.S. president, I can’t believe that he agreed to something like that. I wonder how he would feel if Micronesians came to the White House and told him to leave so they could test a black magic that they just came up with. I don’t think he would like it one bit.” -junior

Extra Credit: “What is a carcinogen?” (1 point)

“I think its that thing ~~you know with the connecting~~ that makes the thing and the thing and is caused by something or someone somewhere. Something like that. Or its that product in cigarettes, or nicotine.” -sophomore

I hope that brought a smile to your face. If not, maybe such is appreciated more once you have already read 30 reflections!

As for me, I’m doing well. I was lucky to have escaped the bacterial infection that about half the staff at Xavier is suffering right now from an iffy batch of tuba, a sweet drink typically made in Yap out of the sap of a coconut. Let’s just say, bowel movement has been a pretty open conversation among the staff recently. We just wrapped up the first half of the third quarter (Can you believe it?!). and the annual Catholic School’s Week. We celebrated Mass and games with the other 2 Catholic schools on island on Monday, held an all-school spelling bee on Tuesday, had a student exchange with the other schools on Wednesday, had a Math Competition on Thursday, and an Open Mic event on Friday! Are you tired yet? Because I am! Among all of that, we squeezed in volleyball try-outs somewhere. I am really excited to be coaching the girl’s team. We have some excellent talent, even though few of the players have ever had any formal training. Although the “season” is a mere 3.5 weeks, I am excited to be able to lead such with the girls and am contemplating starting a club to run year-round next year. Last Wednesday was our first game, and we won!! Unlike what I am used to at home, the girls expect that everyone on the team will play, including the starting players. It makes my job easy- the play is competitive, but the players on the team treat one another as team members. Geh, who would have thought?

A lot has happened since New Years. A couple weekends ago I had the opportunity to go to Fefan, another island within the Chuuk lagoon, to help administer the Xavier entrance exam to middle school students. Although I was only in Fefan for about 24 hours, I took a lot of insight from my experience there. Fefan is one of the less developed islands in the lagoon with no public power. Living in Chuuk is a constant learning experience for me, and being in Fefan gave me a small chance to get away from the chaos and think. Recently I have found myself thinking often about the differing cross-cultural perceptions of needs and wants. I have always tried to be an open-minded individual, craving to learn about other people’s experiences elsewhere. And while I may be very familiar with western, specifically American, culture, I know that I am still very naïve to life elsewhere. It is one thing to know the fact that people live in poverty- but to understand and conceptualize what it actually means to live in poverty is a totally different story, especially when you consider that the story or profile of “poverty” changes based on where you are.

Growing up, I repeatedly heard the statement, “Be grateful that you have a roof over your head, clothes on your back, and food on your plate.” And while that statement sounds simple, now I feel as if I never really understood it. Or, at least, I understand it differently now. It is simple for a reason. What one needs is simple. Growing up, I slept on a comfortable bed with warm sheets. When I turned 12, I was even granted my own room. And while my family complained that my father would always somehow sneak to lower the AC or turn off the TV in the 5 minutes you happened to be going to the bathroom, I lived in a temperature-controlled house with electronic entertainment. We had a stove, oven, microwave, refrigerator, and freezer. I had a computer to complete my schoolwork, a reliable and technologically up-to-date internet connection, and 24-hour power. I had access to a car when I wanted or needed to get somewhere. My closet and drawers were always filled with enough clothes. I had my own clothes. My family’s pantry was always stocked. My family ate at a table with everyone sitting on chairs. Our house had running and heated water and multiple toilets and showers. If something broke, we usually had it fixed in a timely manner. I attended private school and there was never a thought in my mind after my high school graduation to pursue anything other than college. I went to the doctor at least once a year and got glasses for my minimal nearsightedness. I have held at least one job throughout the year since I turned sixteen and I often felt shafted when I did not receive a raise. Growing up among middle class Americans, my story was not unique.

In visiting my host family down in Penia (where I play volleyball), I have begun to understand a little more about what home life is like here. In Chuuk, a microwave holds a luxury tax. A typical person sleeps on a local mat made of dried coconut leaves and maybe a thin pad because a bed is considered expensive. Family members can all sleep together in a single room, which the next day is the living space for everyone (That’s easy when you don’t have a heavy bed to move). Chairs, mostly plastic, are reserved for the eldest or the “guest.” Most locals do not have ovens- stoves consist of a metal grate put on top of a couple of rocks with a small fire burning underneath. Most bathrooms are holes in the ground. Most showers come from buckets, which to people here is not even “cold” because the concept of heated shower water is pretty much confined to hotels. Some may have a washing machine, but it is only useful when the island grants public power. Schools function on varying levels, from poor to high. The best education seems to remain in the hands of few families. Health care is coin toss- some get it, some do not. Many individuals with vision problems just deal with it and learn to compensate. Finding employment is difficult and therefore, many open their own small businesses to cover costs. And since work is hard to find, some are forced to stick with their jobs even if it means being offered no raise after more than a decade or two of work.

I do not say this to arouse pity or depressed feelings. My local friends for the most part seem content. Their life is what they know and are comfortable with. There are always behind-the-scenes social problems that result in domestic violence, alcoholism, health problems, etc., but the people’s perceptions of what one needs are different. I continue to be taken aback by the ingenuity and resilience of the people I have met here. For as much as I can “teach” them, they teach me as well; their lessons may be more disguised and not straight from a text. Rather, I say all of this to convey my observations because I know that I did not realize some of this six months ago. I reckon it would take far beyond two years, if ever, to fully understand another’s reality because of how deeply imprinted my own upbringing is. Even in Chuuk, I still live in luxury. I have my own room. I have my own bed. I have a laptop, camera, mp3 player, access to an internet connection, refrigerator, microwave, and above all, if I so desired I could pick up everything and head back to my comfortable home in the states. For me, one of my father’s favorite adages holds new meaning now.

In college I often mentioned that I wanted to spend a day just sitting on a street corner in downtown D.C. watching people as they went about their business. While studying sociology out of a textbook has never thrilled me, I have always been observant and entertained by learning about others. And while I am not quite on a street corner in D.C., when you don’t know how to contribute to the language much, you end up just sitting, listening, and watching. I have noticed a significant shift in the way people treat me now around Penia. In my first months here, it was common for me to run or walk by and get laughed at. I just went with it and kept a smile on my face. I was clueless to what was being said and had been told that laughing was a typical reaction by the people here to being uncomfortable or not knowing what to say. Recently, that doesn’t happen so much anymore. People just say hello now and ask me how I am doing and where I am going. Now I can sit down with them for hours and laugh with them, even if little is actually being said. When I do sit down, I am not always the center of attention now. My host mom told me a couple weeks ago that she told her sons that if they heard anyone pestering me that they have to tell them to stop because I am their “auntie” now. The concept of family in Chuukese culture is very strong and provides one’s identity and security.

For the first time last week, a host-cousin of mine (knowing I teach science at Xavier) asked if I could help him with his homework. I of course said sure so he brought out his textbook. Within three minutes of tutoring him, about 12 other people on the family’s compound had circled around us to see and hear what was going on, including a 4 year old girl and a grandmother. I typically draw attention around the compound being a “guest,” but it was fascinating to me how curious everyone was once a textbook came out.

A similar event occurred a couple days later on Xavier’s campus. Occasionally the sons of the maintenance workers will come and hang out around campus. One day two boys probably between the ages of 8 and 10 were hanging around sifting through the pages of the couple of children’s books we have acquired to help with tutoring Sapuk Elementary. It was obvious by the way in which they were turning the pages that they were not actually reading the books. I was in no rush to get anywhere so I crotched down beside one of them and began reading. As I read, I dragged my finger underneath each word I was reading. The boy was quickly enthralled, trying to follow along and turn the pages when I finished reading. I noticed that although his friend was on the other side of the room, I quickly caught his attention also and he walked over and sat beside us so he could also follow along. These are small incidents, but they just emphasize how kids anywhere crave to learn, regardless of the functioning levels of their public schools. Sapuk elementary is one of the lowest-functioning public elementary schools on Weno. They have been attempting to meet half days this year, but it does not always work for many reasons, one principal reason being that the staff do not always show up and therefore the kids also stop showing up. Something that I wanted to do within weeks of stepping foot on Weno was to improve the situation at Sapuk (if anyone remembers that print out of Micronesian schools I showed people before I left, Sapuk was the photo where the kids sat on the ground in front of small tables in a water-filled classroom). This semester we have managed to set up at tutoring program between Xavier and Sapuk. Every morning for about 45 minutes, 10 Xavier students go down to the elementary school and tutor the students in English. The first day the turnout was low, but within a week we had about 20 students per class showing up. Although it is a short time each day, hopefully it will have positive effects as the Sapuk students continue to show up.

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A couple weekends ago was the annual “Dance Night,” and, in case you didn’t already know, it’s a big deal. I say that somewhat sarcastically, but also seriously. The enthusiasm of the students here is often over-the-top; I often find myself laughing at the pure innocence and ridiculousness to which some of the students here become so wrapped up in the excitement of an “event.” But at the same time, such enthusiasm is beautiful, awesome, and special. It makes me recognize how many opportunities I had growing up. Maybe an example would be best used to explain this. At my high school, there were at least 3 major dances throughout the school year. I went out with my friends weekly, either to the movies, to a football or basketball game, or just to a friend’s house to hang out. There was always something going on. Hence, when there is only one dance each year, it is a big deal. There are not many healthy options for teenagers and young adults to get together socially in Chuuk, which contributes to many of the social problems. Dance Night was fun and so different from any dance I went to in high school. The students decorated the “gym” with toilet paper, coconut leaves, and a couple balloons. “Dancing” is even somewhat different. Everyone gets a partner for each song and once each song stops, everyone scatters off the dance floor. Many students asked me to be their partners. Even the school’s director, a middle-aged priest, was out on the dance floor with the students. And the students were all for it. There was no grinding i.e. there was ample room for the Holy Spirit. It was fun to see the students so enthused and willing to be involved with the teachers. I appreciated how the students were excited to see us there and encouraged our involvement. I guess we do somewhat play the big brother, big sister roles here since the vast majority of the students are away from their families, but overall it was refreshing. It was the first time I actually got to dance since leaving the states and I have to say that is something I truly miss about American social culture.

Well, before I wrap up I want to share with you some of the exciting news Xavier received recently. The bidding to redo the road that stretches around about 9 miles of Weno went through a couple weeks ago. The project is scheduled to start within the next four months and last about three years. Although the road will start about 1 mile from Xavier, it will be a large benefit to the Weno community- and probably cut the trip downtown in half, as well as increase the lifespan of vehicles here by years. Secondly, a grant through Japan just went through to donate 2/3 of the cost of building a student center at Xavier. The plans include a small computer lab, an office for the Student Senate, a tutoring area, etc. And lastly, a Japanese company has agreed to donate a bus to Xavier. This is excellent news since we rely on 2 buses to drive the girls to and from school each day. Due to the condition of the roads here, the buses we have right now are struggling! They often die and get a flat tire about 50% of the time they are driven.

So things are looking up. Thanks again to everyone who has generously supported me in my work here in Chuuk. I hope everyone back home is enjoying the cold and snow in some capacity. It is still warm and beautiful here....I miss all of and look forward to hearing from you.

Peace.

Steph

Belated Happy Holidays!

2009-01-05T03:50:00.001-08:00

Merry Belated Christmas and Happy New Year to all! And a special belated happy birthday to Graham and Kristin! I wanted to be able to send this to you all sooner but the power and internet hadn’t been working in sync with one another and then the laziness of break got to me. We had fairly consistent power in December - a nice holiday gift - but our internet connection was broken. Then once it was fixed, the generator started dieing and the generosity of the island power began to fizzle out. Anyways, I hope everyone had a relaxing and refreshing break. I know I did.

Obviously Christmas was not quite the same this year to be away from home, but in retrospect it was still a great experience. I probably felt the most homesick I have felt since being in Chuuk the week prior to Christmas - cards, emails, photos, and packages from home helped bring smiles to my face, but still can’t replace the feeling of being home around those you love. Thanks to everyone who sent school supplies and other treats. They are all greatly appreciated – not just by me, but everyone here that gets a little taste of home or a little added convenience to trying to educate students. If only you all could have seen the looks on other teachers’ faces when I opened the box with 650 sheets of construction paper- pure awe! Haha…yea, we don’t get out much! So, I know you are all thinking, so what was Christmas in Micronesia anyway?

Well, since I work on a boarding school, not all of the students can afford to go home for Christmas. About 20 boys ended up staying on campus for the break. A couple days before Christmas, a couple teachers went downtown and bought some simple gifts for the boys who were staying so that Christmas away from didn’t feel as bleak and everyone had at least one present under our “Charlie Brown” Christmas tree. We mostly bought practical things such as soap, toothbrushes, razors, sandals, etc., but also so fun things such as cologne, wristbands, and plastic squirt guns. Then with the leftover money we “splurged” and bought pizza for Christmas Eve. Somewhat of an odd Christmas Eve dinner for me - to be eating take-out pizza - but it was a big hit here. If anyone knows me, you know I worked at Papa Johns for 5 years and take-out pizza would probably be the absolute last food, other than maybe seafood, that I would choose to eat for a special meal, but that’s all right. Haha get that- seafood- and I live surrounded by the Pacific Ocean. I can actually eat seafood without wanting to gag now, which is a good feeling when you don’t want to be rude to local people who invite you to share a meal with them and it turns out to be 3 or 4 different types of seafood.

Back to Christmas Eve- then we celebrated midnight mass at 10pm, also a little strange, but closer to former years’ midnight mass, which has been held as early as 7 or 8 pm. Christmas Eve mass struck me. I really enjoyed it, which has not actually happened since I left SLU. I miss SLU mass, not to mention not knowing what is being said makes it difficult to remain attentive or even less so, enthused. It was the first time in longer than I can remember that I didn’t have to arrive 45 minutes in advance to get a seat. I left my room about 10 minutes before 10 and walked to the chapel. I appreciated that the mass was not overly crowded; rather, it felt intimate to me. It actually resembled the typical Sunday crowd, with a couple extras. It still bothers me that I cannot adequately communicate with local people in their native language. I find myself occasionally thinking about how different my experience would be had I been placed in a Latin American country- but that’s apples and oranges now and I realize that thought is not even worth pondering now. It is, however, a constant temptation.

The night before Christmas Eve was the first night that the JV’s from Pohnpei arrived. They brought sakau with them- a traditional drink made from a root and historically drank ceremoniously (and maybe recreationally?). It is essentially a narcotic and has numbing effects. I really don’t know much about it because it is not as popular in Weno, but that if you drink it you must be careful you get it from a reputable source who used clean water to pound it. Plain and simple- it tasted like dirt! I guess that’s what you get for trying to make a drink out of something that grows in the ground. So the Pohnpei JV’s taught us how to drink it- close your eyes while you sip it to avoid the evil spirits from entering your body and pass the cup around in a circular rotation. Generally the village chiefs and guests drink first, followed by the person who pounded it. Historically, it started in Kosrae (another state in the FSM), but was later banned through the influence of religious missionaries, but spread anyway to become popular throughout Micronesia.

On Christmas Day, the whole Xavier community went downtown to the 11am English mass, regularly attended by the Filipinos and Americans on island. After mass, we went to the local prison to sing Christmas carols. While I think that the caroling was done in good spirits it was somewhat awkward. The prisoners came out of their cells and we all gathered under an uut- a local hut made of out of coconut trees. The prisoners sat on one side and we, as in the Xavier community, stood on the other. A couple people sat on benches but there was not enough for everyone, so we were separated by about a 20-foot distance of open space. It felt impersonal and almost anti-justice-y. Not to mention it was only 3 songs and ended with “Santa Claus is coming to town.” Please take a moment and recall those lyrics. This is the scenario- here we are at a prison, looking down towards the prisoners, singing “He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake.” Irony, anyone? I’m not sure that they actually appreciated our short-lived visit, although the seemed very respectful as they shook our hands as we departed. We also sang at the hospital, but I volunteered to stay at the truck to watch our belongings so I can’t comment on whether or not that situation felt more natural.

On the ride back up to Xavier Christmas afternoon, I hopped out at Penia with Jo, a JV from Pohnpei, and visited my host family. We sat very casually on a local mat with a couple of girls I played volleyball with (and my coach) and their small cousins and “caught up” over orange soda and coffee. It was refreshing – I always find myself feeling at ease when I am with them. It’s a carefree life. Sometimes it is a little awkward because of the communication barrier, but overall I really enjoy it. I love playing with the kids, who usually look at me like I am crazy, speaking to them in either a foreign language or terribly-accented Chuukese. There is this one girl- probably 2 years, who usually only walks around in a diaper (I don’t blame her- it’s hot here). Her name is Deeana and I have tried to play with her on several occasions, but she normally barely responds to me. She is pretty shy and remains physically close to whatever cousin she is with at the time. However, about 2 days ago I went and visited again, and for the first time, Deeana became my new “best friend.” You can imagine what this means for a 2 year old. It means she says my name like a broken record and finds “kapong” (handshakes) and “pounds” to be a fun activity with seemingly no end. I guess this just conveys how much I miss the smiles and silliness of my little cousins.

Christmas night was memorable, also. A couple of the students and Ellen, former JV- now principal, spent literally the whole day in the kitchen cooking up an absolutely delicious Christmas dinner, including turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, fruit, broccoli and carrots, cut-out cookies, and brownies. I helped with the mashed potatoes and the cookie cut-outs but you all know how inept I am in the kitchen so the help was short-lived. So there were about 50 of us for dinner. During prayer, I was taken aback shortly. The person saying prayer made a comment about being thankful for and thinking of all of our families that could not be with us at that time, and with the exception of one JV whose Dad was visiting at that moment in time, the nearly 50 people surrounding me were away from their families at that point in time. Why this had not struck me sooner, I don’t know, but finally I felt I wasn’t alone. While everyone seemed cheery on the outside to keep the spirit of Christmas alive, many more people than just I were probably feeling the heartache of not seeing their Mom and Dad, brother and sister, best friend, etc. at that time of year. In that moment, I wanted to make the night as great as I could for the 20 teenage boys around me that already spent so much time away from their families. So post-dinner, the boys opened the gifts that the staff had bought for them. Some staff members exchanged white elephant or small re-gifted gifts. Then the Jesuits had bought the whole school a bunch of board games. This was the best part of the night. The students became so excited and enthused by the games, that within 15 minutes we had a table full learning how the play CLUE - Harry Potter style, another group playing RISK, a duo playing chess with a crowd to watch, another duo playing Connect Four, etc. Not to mention, some of the other staff had set up Karaoke in the kitchen and I’ve never met teenagers that like to sing more than the students here. I sang a couple karaoke songs and then, the fact that I am Steven Osborne’s daughter came out in me, and I played a game of chess against another volunteer. I still have decent chess skills- dad, you might be proud (he he). We actually used to play fairly often when I worked at Fairland so that kept me from getting too rusty. But it was just awesome to see the kids have so much fun and be genuinely so interested in the board games. If I brought those games out to an audience of the same age in America, I think half of them would laugh at me and decline to play. The game playing and singing lasted for over 3 hours- and by then, I was exhausted.

The morning of the 26^th, the JV’s from Chuuk and Pohnpei, 2 Peace Corp volunteers, and a volunteer’s dad headed out to Pisar, “the island of moving sands.” It is called Pisar because it can look different every time you go because of the current – it also sits practically right on the reef. This was my second time going to Pisar, but the last time I had gone it had only been for several hours and this trip was going to be three days. Being at Pisar is honestly the most beautiful and relaxing place I have ever been to, although the Sahara Desert ranks close behind. Looking out into the water, you can see 5-7 different shades of ocean water, from deep blues to vibrant turquoises and pale sea foam greens. Pisar is a short walk to the where the open ocean breaks on the reef (or a swimming fight in stronger currents) -making Chaco’s even more valuable out here, a.k.a. perfect reef walkers. Walking on the reef can get kind of tricky and semi-dangerous when the current is stronger because the coral is sharp and can cut you badly if you are not careful or fall. I got a couple small coral cuts, but nothing worth bragging over. The 3 days were set up as our “Winter/Christmas Retreat.” I guess only the Christmas part applies to us. It was a good time to recharge and exchange stories with the Pohnpei JVs, who we had not seem since Aug 4^th when we left the states.

There were a couple of highlights during the 3 days. I spotted a huge sting ray (manta ray) when I was snorkeling. Seeing small sting rays isn’t that rare, but this one was probably almost 3 feet wide and at least 5 feet long. Jessie’s dad had an underwater camera and took a picture of it, so hopefully it will turn out well. Then on our last day, I woke up at sunrise to go walk on the reef during low tide and look for ocean gems. At some parts of the reef the water was only about 2-3 inches deep, and at one point, I looked down at my feet and was startled by a slivery-gray, almost translucent eel about 2 inches from my right foot. I jumped quickly and scared the eel away. Apparently the can leave a nasty bite. I also saw some awesome blue starfish, other fish and coral, and found some beautiful cowry shells.

In between Christmas and New Years we had a mini water problem. Since we had not gotten island power in a couple of days and the generator wasn’t working, we had not been able to pump water to our buildings. So this means no water- water to drink, water to wash dishes or your hands with, water to flush toilets with, water to brush your teeth, water to shower with, water to cook with – you get the drift. You turn on the faucet and nothing comes out. The water was sitting in the tanks, but the only way to get it would be to climb inside the tanks and bucket it out and then of course boil it – just slightly inconvenient. So a couple teachers filled a couple trashcans outside to use. Well, I waited until it was sleep time, hoping island power would be a possible savior, but finally gave in to showering rather than even trying to sleep with my post-running sweaty body. I thought it would be easier to just shower outside rather than carry buckets to my room- perfectly acceptable. So it was pitch black because there was no power and a little chilly because of the breeze, but I stood in a skirt pulled up like a tube top dress and showered outside. Low and behold, of course, just as I am finishing, island power turns on all of the lights surrounding me. There I am standing in the grass, soaking wet with a nice soapy film underneath my skirt. I look to my left and I awkwardly wave to the security guard that was now capable of seeing me - I hope you spot the sarcasm - and then retreated back to my room laughing and thinking that this would only happen in Chuuk.

On New Years Eve, I was invited to go out with a couple local people. My friends in Penia had invited me to walk to 10pm Mass with them and then walk back (about 2 miles) in celebration = a.k.a. banging on sheet metal and pots and pans. However, a girl that lives right down the hill from me had also invited me oer. She had asked me several weeks before the New Year and then again the day before so I decided to stay with her. She came up to Xavier to get me at about 10:30pm with her sister. As soon as we got to her house, she asked if she could “style” me. The next thing I knew, my hair was being braided into cornrows, I had 2 or 3-inch purple polka dot hoop earrings in my ears, and a new muumuu. If you know me, you know I would probably never choose to wear 2-3 inch hoop earrings, let alone purple polka dot ones - unless maybe I was dressing up for Halloween or at Mardi Gras. However, I didn’t have a mirror and the power was out while they were “styling” me so I didn’t figure this out until after I got home. The rest of the evening involved a lot of chanting words I don’t understand and banging on sheet metal, followed by LOTS of gift giving. Like 3 hours of gift giving! Here I am, straining to stay awake as what seems like half of the village of Sapuk (about 100 people) are trying to exchange gifts by announcing them one-by-one and dancing in between. It was entertaining since I never seen Chuukese women get so free with themselves and dance as if they are within a dance club, but it just seemed as if the Christmas tree had an endless supply of gifts (much more like a village Christmas celebration than actual Christmas day). Most of the gifts were small, such as a bundle of firewood, a soda, bananas, skirts, coconuts, rice, toilet paper, etc. Some of them were gag gifts like baby dresses for adult women, coconut bras (girls don’t actually wear them here- come on, they can’t even expose their shoulders), etc. I took home 2 coconuts and bananas – probably my two most favorite Micronesian foods.

Okay, so I know I have probably lost a lot of you already, but that was a “brief” look at my break. Yesterday marked my 5^th month since I left the states- can you believe it? I think I can. It’s been fast, but still feels like 5 months. Classes start again tomorrow and while I still wish I had break for a couple more days, I’m ready to see the students again. I guess I should go plan my classes now…talk soon.

Peace,

Steph

Xavier Day Ridiculous Fun

2008-12-08T15:03:00.000-08:00

When I first started working at Xavier, I thought some of the “traditions” held by the students were somewhat silly, but this past weekend has solidified my thoughts. Working at a boarding school is certainly an “interesting” experience, especially when it entails all boys, because it becomes summer camp-esc on the weekends. A lot of the ridiculous events are meant to “scare” the freshmen and would be thought of as hazing in an American context. At Halloween, the returning students pretended that one of the junior boys had become possessed. The boy acted as if he was having seizures and was even removed from the rest of the student body to be “taken to the hospital.” Many of the staff members thought this was ridiculous and pretty much crossing the line of being inappropriate. Not to mention that it certainly advocates the misconception commonly found out here that seizures are a result of evil spirits or black magic. No joke- one of the Micronesians I know told me that when he was younger, his friend would occasionally have seizures and they thought the cure for a seizure was to punch the person and pull on his or her ears. So, whenever his friend had a seizure he would punch him and pull his ears. Within a short while, his friend’s seizure would end. Therefore, not only could he have possible brain damage post-seizure, but he would also have bruises all over his body! That’s whole other story though. So in the end, freshmen boys ended up “scared” from the Halloween “tradition,” and some of them even had trouble sleeping for several days.

Now, here comes Xavier Day. It is a 2-day celebration of the Feast of St. Xavier, including running, basketball, volleyball, coconut husking, basket weaving, arm wrestling, obstacle courses, tug of war, relay races, sprints, a dizzy race, eating contests, etc. (I now have a really cool purse made of coconut leaves thanks to one of my students). It was a lot of fun for the students and me. As I have mentioned before, I really enjoy the opportunities I get to spend time with the students, especially the girls outside of the classroom. My favorite event had to have been the dizzy race. So the scheduled activities were all fun and appropriate, but the events of Friday night (before Day 2) would absolutely not occur anywhere else but at Xavier High School. The boys from different island nations (Palau, Yap, Chuuk, Kosrae, Pohnpei, and the Marshalls) planned to fight each other at multiple times throughout the night in an effort to pump themselves up to be competitive for the continued games on Saturday- literally, violent, physical fights, but staged or fake so that nobody actually got “hurt” (or at least that was the hope). Now, only the freshmen didn’t know that the fights were deliberate so again, the intention of the night was to scare the freshmen and to make them cry. At least that is what resulted from it last year based on what the other volunteers said. Now, don’t you feel like you are at summer camp, because I do! So the fighting started at about dinnertime with banging, screaming, shouting, etc. and continued intermittently for a couple hours. I wonder how long this has actually been a tradition? I know my mind is American, but the whole night I just couldn’t cease to think this would never happen anywhere else and it is only a matter of time until the “tradition” turns out of control and dangerous. I guess that stems from the American mentality that has been ingrained within me the last 22 years. Even better, on Saturday morning all of the girls planned physicals fights to occur on each vehicle. Imagine 8 girls on the back of a pickup and 2 or 3 of them trying to beat each other up also.

While the fighting events were ridiculous in my opinion, all of Saturday’s events were fun and inspiring. While the idea of the day was not foreign to me since I grew up participating in “Field Days” in school, never did I have such a day in high school. It wouldn’t have worked very easily in a school of 1200; however, this notion really got me thinking about how different my upbringing was in a well-to-do American family. The students here absolutely love Xavier Day. They look forward to the next year’s games the day after the games end, they “train” throughout all of the first semester for the relays, and they talk to encourage each other as if participating in Xavier Day is a life or death decision. It’s actually pretty funny to witness. This is what I heard one of my juniors saying on Saturday to his friend that was getting nervous about a race, “Man, you can’t chicken out now. You only have one Xavier day left after this!”

After watching the enthusiasm of the students, I thought about how as I child I was always involved in something that gave me something to work towards. Whether it was ballet or baton, soccer or softball, swimming or gymnastics, or even choir or band, I was always actively involved in activities that inspired me to work towards a goal. The children of Micronesia are not given this gift. Very little to nothing is organized to provide that opportunity or build the skills that come along with participation in such. I always grew up around facilities for such activities. Back home one of the top priorities of schools is maintaining and enhancing its facilities. It is somewhat refreshing to see how resilient the students are and how much can be accomplished without a state of the art field or gym. A little sand laid down for track lines works excellent!

Anyways, I think this is one of the reasons why Xavier Day becomes a very big deal. It is organized, it is competitive, and it is something that most other kids all across Micronesia don’t have. Now, this year in my first few weeks of being in Chuuk, I saw the Sapuk elementary school hold running races. So maybe things are starting to change little by little, but there is a long road ahead. The way people talked about the “Sapuk games” it was the biggest event to occur in the village in a long time. Most of the schools are struggling to minimally function without reliable teachers and functioning facilities (bathrooms, septic systems). And the organized volleyball [and basketball] I had been participating in has since stopped due to escalating violence between men of different villages. The odds seem against community organizing.

But, the Xavier Day events ended with the Senior-Freshmen team beating the Junior-Sophomore team. It was nice to watch the united, happy spirit among the students despite defeat. They all had fun regardless of the winning or losing. The juniors prepared a cheer for the seniors and the whole school joined hands in a circle across the whole field to pray together at the end. A little Jesuit cheer had to come in at some point.

A New Boil

2008-12-04T19:40:00.000-08:00

So I've quickly learned that a bad spot for a boil is the tip of your elbow! Today and tomorrow is "Xavier Day," which is basically like a huge field day for the kids with sports events and eating contests in celebration of the Feast of St. Xavier. I'll keep you posted on how it goes. Happy Friday! A week and a half until Semester Exams (and then I'm basically a fourth of the way done)! Hope everyone enjoyed the pictures I sent out last weekend. If you didn't get the email, let me know. Talk soon. Peace.
-Steph

Coconut Wireless Gone Bad and more...

2008-11-28T21:51:00.000-08:00

Remember the game telephone we played back in second grade- well, today (now over a month ago…sorry I’ve been busy) in Chuuk was certainly a large-scale game of telephone gone bad. Mid-morning the principal came around to me and said that she had heard a rumor that a tidal wave was headed towards our island and was going to hit about 2:00pm. Even though the rumor came through the local police, she told us she wasn’t sure it was true, but she was looking into it. Apparently rumors like this have been unfounded before. We were instructed not to tell any of the students until we had more information, to remain calm, but to also be aware that we could be preparing for a potential natural disaster…the next 3 hours. We are located on a higher hill of the island, so our own safety was good. We were also told to not be caught off guard if a lot of locals started coming on campus since we are at a relatively high altitude. All in all, being a small speck in the middle of the Pacific amidst a tidal wave leaves you feeling pretty diminutive. Quickly I realized how difficult it is to figure out the “truth” about reality in Chuuk. There is no television, there is no radio, and when the power is off the computers, internet, and even some telephones do not work. Another volunteer that lives at Xavier but works at a school downtown had already been sent home because his school was preparing for the worst. Apparently the downtown was basic chaos as people feared for their families in outer islands of Chuuk (which would get hit worse if there were a tidal wave) and worried for their own safety. People came out and waited on their roofs. As soon as I was finished teaching and the power had turned back on, I hopped back on the internet and tried to look for any posted updates of tidal wave/tsunami threats. I found a website from the US National Weather Service which monitors the Pacific for tidal waves threats. It was 1:52pm and as I waited for the slow broadband to finally load the page, a couple volunteers and I chatted about the recent earthquake in Pakistan and how terrible it would be if this tsunami were real. After a couple minutes, I was calmed to find out they had just updated their site within the hour and no threat was listed.

Now, the question was why were the police yelling through the street to prepare for a tidal wave? It was conveyed as a serious threat, and above all, it came from the police, which you would think is a reliable source. Think again. After more searching on the Internet, another volunteer found committee meeting minutes from the organization that organizes disaster (specifically tsunami) preparedness in the Pacific region. The minutes stated that a drill would be held on October 29, 2008. Ha! So all of that for a stinking drill! Although this incident seemed small in the long run, since nothing really happened other than a lot of people were sent home from their jobs and school and felt scared as they prepared mentally for the possibility of a tsunami, it was striking to me. When I typically think of how developing countries lack materials or resources, I many times think in terms of food and water, housing, clothing, and education. As I spend more time in Chuuk, the extent of the “developing” nature of Chuuk becomes more and more apparent. Systems just don’t exist and the one that became the most apparent to me through this experience was communication. There is no newspaper, there is no local radio, there is no television station, the Internet is unreliable, and apparently so are authorities. While I am not the most loyal newspaper reader or news watcher back in America and listen to the radio mostly for its musical appeal, I have always had the luxury of knowing exactly where to go if I needed immediate information. I have taken this luxury largely for granted. For several hours I felt very powerless- obviously I could not stop an oncoming tsunami- but also because I could not even figure it out if it was true.

One last note on this event- even in Chuuk I was privileged. Xavier’s generator turned on and allowed me to use the Internet. Having a generator, a computer, and an Internet connection (although not always reliable) at my disposal still puts me way ahead the vast majority of Chuukese people. While people downtown waited out the afternoon on their roofs, I sighed when 2:10pm came around. I had realized the ridiculousness of the entire situation.

Ok…now for other info….

I have been able to go off island twice now: once to Tonoas for our fall JVI retreat and once to Parem for the junior retreat- a 3-day experience similar to Kairos, encounter, the junior retreat at GC, etc. Both weekends were really good experiences and nice breaks from Xavier. New settings and freedom from the chaos of the students is always a little refreshing, although I love the students also.

The weekend on Tonoas was planned as an immersion experience with a focus of interfaith dialogue/experience. The island was a Japanese center back in the 1930s and 1940s and holds a lot of history. We were really fortunate to have a local guide- an 82 year-old man named Lucas. He is the living history of the island. He formerly worked for both the Japanese and American navies pre and post-WW2 and watched the island undergo tremendous change, from an economic and social center of Japanese living in the early 1900s to a site of American bombings in WW2 and now to an island with pretty much nothing but inhabitants. One must take a boat into Weno to purchase anything since no established stores exist on the island anymore. This feature brings a specific beauty to the island. It is quiet, peaceful, and the people utilize mostly the natural sustenance of island, such as breadfruit, taro, bananas, coconut, etc. At first glance, it looks largely untainted by western culture.

On our first night we were welcomed with marmars and cold coconuts- the best I have had in Micronesia so far, followed by a FEAST! I mean a feast. There were about 10 of us but probably enough food to feed over 50 people. And it was all local and from what I had- delicious. Now pretty predictably I opted out of the seafood options. However, please be proud of me- I tried sashimi- raw tuna- a week or so ago and it was okay. People crave over it here as a delicacy. The next day we got to tour the island with Lucas. He showed us the remains of a hospital, the best local elementary school -Sino Memorial (pictures soon to come)- and the site of an old school for learning Japanese. Personally, I enjoyed just seeing the villages on the island and listening to Lucas’ stories more than anything. That day concluded with “entertainment,” apparently a pretty typical activity when guests come. The youth of the village got together and sang, danced, and did skits for us. Most of the time I didn’t really know what was going on since a lot of it was in Chuukese but it was still funny. The skits weren’t much of a surprise to some of the returning volunteers since they get recycled over and over again throughout the islands. Some of the returning volunteers would nod their heads once the skits started, “Oh, ok…this one.” It is somewhat funny to me that there’s a “pool” of skits to choose from that you use to entertain guests.

The most memorable moment of the weekend came as we were packing up. We all decided to get a picture sitting on the bench made of coconut wood, looking out into the water of the lagoon. It would be a perfect cap to the weekend. The window of the building we stayed in was at the perfect height to take a timed picture. So a couple of us set up our cameras and quickly ran to jump in the picture. We decided the first one didn’t go as well as planned and one more would be good. So as we all quickly jumped into the second photo, the bench collapsed! Here we are staying as guests at this church in a village of Tonoas where the people have treated us sooo well all weekend and as we are about to leave, we break their bench…Opps! The best part was that since we had 4 or 5 cameras timing the photo, the photos caught all of our reactions at different times. They are hilarious! I include mine in the photos going out soon. Probably everyone in the village heard us scream as well as could see us falling and laughing since we were on the top of the hill. They probably watched us as we desperately tried to rebuild their bench out of broken wood. I guess that’s what happens to wood in a climate that never dries. To say the least, I was blown away by the generosity of the people of Tonoas. They were hosts to us in a way very different than anything I have ever experienced or even thought to do for someone else or another group of people. On top of that, they didn’t get mad at us for breaking their bench.

Last weekend I got to go to Parem- the land of coconut trees- for the junior retreat. It is also the former site of the Japanese landing strip (for planes) during WW2, which is now just a bunch of broken up cement overgrown with coconut trees. Although the weekend was mostly occupied by the activities of the retreat, it also included a good amount of free time- at least enough to go swimming, enjoy the clear beautiful waters, and walk around the whole island. It wasn’t a very big island- small enough to walk around in a fast-paced hour or so. The best part of the weekend was just the opportunity it gave me to get to know and hang out with my students outside of the classroom.

However, it seems I can’t go anywhere without being taken aback by the generosity shown to me by the local people. During my walk around the island, I encountered a man who had just climbed a coconut tree to get down maybe 4 or 5 coconuts. Without any hesitation, as soon as he saw me, he extended his arm to give me a fresh coconut. Of course, I accepted, “Kinisou chapur.” So while I am slowly sipping from the coconut, he machette’d open another for himself. I have drank literally three sips when he threw the husk to the ground. I looked at him in disbelief, “A wes? (you finished).” While I finished about one half of a coconut, he gulped down 3. I would certainly lose at a coconut chugging contest. Once I had returned from the walk, we noticed that a volleyball net was hanging from a tree branch outside of the church. Without expecting the response of the locals, some of the students asked if we could borrow it since we had brought a volleyball but did not have a net. Literally within 5 minutes, the men we had asked had cut down coconut wood and begun digging 2 holes towards the edge of the shore to build a court right before our eyes. Within about 20 minutes we were playing volleyball. I was personally blown away.

I’d like to end the blog with an ode to Thanksgiving. This year, I am so thankful for everyone back home that is thinking of, supporting, and praying for me and for the people of Chuuk. You all are half the reason I am able to be here. It means a lot to know I have that backing. I am more thankful than ever for the 21 years of clean, warm shower water I have grown up with. I continue to hope that the plague of rashes will go away. I am thankful for the enthusiasm, smiles, and “thank-you’s” of my students; they make me realize more and more each day how much I have taken my own education for granted. And I am thankful for the possibility for progress.

Lastly I want to shout out to my family members Chris, Becky, Teresa, Mike, Monica, and Kevin who will all celebrate birthday’s in the next two weeks. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEDICIN (everyone)!

Hope to hear from everyone soon and keep a lookout for the email of pictures.

Peace.

-Steph

P.S. Several nights ago I saw the largest spider I have ever seen in my life. It was in my room and it took me talking to myself to muster up the courage to kill it. Eventually I did, although I chased it around my room a bit before I was successful. It was bigger than the palm of my hand and I am still freaked out by it. It means they are living in the walls of my house. L I can’t wait for everyone to see the picture of it.

Something brought me all the way to a small dot in the Pacific...

2008-10-28T06:52:00.000-07:00

From the moment I accepted my placement in Chuuk, Micronesia (after I smiled with excitement), my immediate afterthought somewhere inside of me was, “Why the heck have I been placed in Micronesia?” I had been studying the Spanish language since middle school, studied abroad in Madrid, become so interested in the language that I had considered majoring in it in college (however I ran out of time), and had passed the Spanish interview. Yet, despite my love for Spanish, my desire para dominar la lengua (to become fluent), and my hope to be placed in Central or South America, I had been placed half way across the world in a country that spoke Chuukese. Now, my second afterthought was, “What the heck is Chuukese?” So I trusted the decision on behalf of JVI- trusting that for some reason, probably many reasons, somehow Chuuk was the right place for me. I remained optimistic, even though my gut wanted to be disappointed, that my experiences in Chuuk would be different, but worthwhile.

Typical of myself, going with the wind, I departed from the US on Aug. 4, calm and contained, yet excited and anxious. I’ve almost been in Chuuk for 3 months. Now I am certain that all I have to learn has not yet been presented to me- I may not recognize or piece it all together until even after I leave this place, but there is one thing that I can saying is already brewing inside of me. Growing up, I have repeatedly heard the phrase, “God works in mysterious ways.” And I would say this applies to this. Why did I need to come all the way to Chuuk to learn this about myself? Who knows? Well you are probably wondering what the heck I am talking about by now so I’ll end the suspense.

The last month and a half or so I have been experiencing uncomfortable rashes all over my body. In the last 2 weeks they have been the worst, until about the last couple of days. They are on the tops of my feet, my ankles, calves and thighs, my butt, back, and stomach, my forearms, wrists, and shoulders – you probably are getting the point that they are practically anywhere and everywhere on my body. They itch a lot and are like little red bumps. No it is not heat rash- its suspected to be a bacterial infection. I have been recently treating it with Neosporin and a steroid and they have been improving. However, last week my skin problems culminated with a boil on the back of my upper-upper thigh. It hurt! I was sitting lop-sided-ly to avoid putting pressure on it and walking awkwardly when students weren’t around to watch me. No, I didn’t give up showering when I came here - this is just what happens when you shower with bacteria-filled water and sweat a lot.

Since the beginning of the year, when I started teaching biology and chemistry, I knew that my love for science had been reignited. It was my favorite subject growing up and somewhere during my young adult search for what to do with my life, I somewhat abandoned it. I realized within a couple of weeks of teaching that I really did always like it along the way and wanted to be able to incorporate it more into my future career plans. These feelings, intensified by my frustrations with the poor water situations in developing countries, helped me to realize that I wanted to pursue something related to human health and environmental impacts. Flirting with the idea of medicine (although it would incorporate a lot of science) just didn’t entirely feel right. Besides my 5-year old aspirations to “continue my daddy’s private practice,” the idea of listening to medical tapes about gross bowel problems and looking at nasty photos of diseases has never thrilled me. Overall, I think medicine would be hard for me to be passionate about. With some more thinking – I recalled how my cousin Monica had introduced me to “public health” when I helped out at the office for the Association of Schools of Public Health last winter. Well, thanks Monica, I think you may have planted a seed.

I started researching more in the last month and came across environmental health sciences- a branch of public health. This fits me! I have started researching graduate school programs and while the internet takes forever and the progress is slow- I am getting more and more excited. It seems like a great field that fits all of my interests- I can pick a program based on the amount of science I want. I can apply it to international contexts and it is something that I am passionate about. We cannot have healthy people without healthy environments.

So why did I have to come all the way to Chuuk to connect the dots? Your guess is as good as mine. I guess I am hard-headed. I figure that if I start researching schools now I am on schedule. It’s this time next year that I would need to apply- and well the progress is pretty slow with the resources here (and you know me- this of course is not written in stone).

As for me being in Chuuk, there are still a lot of unanswered questions. And that's okay for now.

Anyways- enough about my future-

This past weekend was the “Girls’ Gathering” at Xavier. So on Friday, all of the girls stayed on campus inside of driving back to their host families. They spent the night, didn’t sleep, ate lots of junk food, and picnicked on Saturday. It was a great opportunity for them to spend time with each other and bond, but oh so hilarious to witness. Maybe I am being biased and choosing not to recall how silly I actually was when I was 13-17, but it was certainly entertaining.

The night started with a game similar to what we Americans know as Truth or Dare. The girls persuaded me to play and the way it worked was that everyone sat in a circle and passed a bottle. This part was like hot potato. If you were holding the bottle when the music stopped playing, you had to pick a piece of paper out of a bag that either had a truth or a dare. Well, of course they rigged it to stop on me. So when I picked my paper, it read, “Which senior boy do you think likes you and why?” I laughed and said I couldn’t answer it. I read two words and the girls screamed so hard that I had to stop to be heard. They were so excited and thought I could actually reasonably answer the question. Then I said I have a joke with a male staff member – we have a love/hate relationship. They asked what I liked most about him and I said his jaw line (what, who looks at jaw lines? But it was an easy way for them to leave me alone without really saying much) And of course they all screamed with excitement. The next day a couple of them asked me if it was really true and I confidently said, “No, it was a joke.” Their looks of disappointment were so big, as if I could actually share dark, juicy, personal secrets of mine with them (not that I have many dark, juicy, personal secrets anyway). Then they smiled and I explained how answering that question honestly would be unprofessional and weird, similar to them choosing what 10 year-old child they babysat for had a crush on them, in front of the children themselves. Then they understood and were still happy I played.

There were more funny events of the weekend that just left me laughing, but those will be saved for a later conversation (for what happens at girl’s gathering is pretty much top secret out here in Weno- or at least they like to tell everyone that even though all the boys somehow find out the next morning). The picnic the next day by the beach was nice and sunny. Several girls pitched in money to rent a canoe for the day so that turned into a constant-lets-see-who-we-can-tip-off-the-canoe game. Once lunch came out, the girls started to have a huge icing fight with the cake so half the cake’s icing went to the girls’ faces. It amazed me that most of them didn’t care at all. Many didn’t even bother to wipe it off and just play volleyball for an hour or two with icing smeared all over their faces.

The month of November should be pretty busy. Things on the agenda: This weekend I am going off-island (hooray, my first break from Weno) to Tolowas for a JV retreat. Then, in 2 weekends, the Xavier Staff retreat will be on-island, but at Blue Lagoon (about an hours drive from Xavier on the other side of the island by the nice beaches). The weekend following, I will help chaperone/lead the Junior Retreat. I’m excited for it because it is always nice to be able to get to know the students in a non-academic setting. Then the last week, Katie and Josh’s families will be visiting, as well as it will be Thanksgiving. Woah! That’s a lot. So if you don’t hear from me, I’ll catch up more in December.

As for this week, the Juniors are supposed to put together a “Haunted Hallway.” We’ll see how it goes. Happy early birthday to Jenn! Talk soon.
-Steph

The Micronesian Suitcase

2008-10-14T04:18:00.000-07:00

The room was calm and comfortable. 6 women, including myself, sat Indian style on the cool cement floor - slowly wrapping the recently pounded breadfruit with clean, crisp, green banana leaves. The father lay several feet away overseeing the progress. One by one we filled the suitcase with gifts for her relatives- breadfruit, coconut oil, tapioca, mussels, fish, and more. The goods were precious. The pace was slow. The room was peaceful. Few words were needed.

With each item that was placed in the suitcase, one more was kept on the floor, reserved for the guest. I knew this meant me. My throat became dry and my face grinned.

“Try, try.”

In her broken soft English, she handed me the slimy gray strand of food that could only be named “from the water.”

“Try, try.”

Humbly, I accepted in appreciation for her gift. I grinned hesitantly - anxious and fearful that I would not like it knowing that a plateful was awaiting me. 12 eyes were watching intently. I began to chew and smile. I swallowed and tried another. I invited the other women to join and we all began eating. Despite feeling nervous, the experience was gratifying. Their generosity was attached to no expectations other than to share with me all of the little that they had.

The tapioca was sliced- soft and slightly sweet, like chewy candy. We all smiled. Some giggled.

The efforts continued. As we wrapped the gutted raw fish, I tried to slow my mind. It wanted to wander. It wondered if this fish was really going to be eaten a day from now. Instead, I trusted and kept wrapping.

We zipped the two humble suitcases and set them by the door. 6 hours remained until the trip to the airport. We sat on the rocks as the sun fell into the water. The sky became orange, then pink,

gray, and then black.

We sat in each others’ company knowing that it would be months before we would see each other again. Little words were spoken, but smiles were exchanged.

Friendship is powerful. It moves hearts and minds. In only two months, I know she moved my heart- with her gracious smiles, soft voice, and compassionate spirit. She made me feel at home.

I took me weeks to hear her voice- subtle, but dignified. She was patient. She trusted.

She left with ambition - to find a job, attend college, and support her now far-away family. Two suitcases in hand, filled only with gifts for others.

Two suitcases in hand, filled only with gifts for others. She took nothing for herself.

I recall three months ago. As I scurried to fill my two suitcases, I pondered every thing I thought I would need. I gathered clothes, medicines, keepsakes, odds and ends. I felt prepared.

I was foolish. Things cannot prepare you when you look different, when you feel out of place, or when you do not know what to say.

Things cannot prepare you for your heart to be touched.

The small handshake of an excited four-year old communicates enough.

In Micronesia, a little is seemingly always enough.

So if a little fallen gecko poop on your arm is not enough of a welcome

2008-10-11T05:37:00.000-07:00

This was actually written over a week ago but because of power and other such things, I haven’t been able to post it. So it’s a little longer than normal. Enjoy anyway.

Note: If you are one of my cousins reading this to young children- read this paragraph first. The rest of the blog is safe- but this is a little disturbing.

I apparently had not yet been welcomed enough in Chuuk. I think that yesterday I saw the most disturbing thing I have seen in Chuuk thus far. I was walking to my volleyball practice. It was about 3:30pm and as I passed the forested area that is normally a hang out spot for the routine drinkers, I noticed a couple of men preparing a campfire while a couple others were pulling dogs by a rope. Next thing I knew- the men threw the rope over a tree and pulled it as hard as they could in order to hang the dogs. I certainly did not ask to witness this nor was I warned. So as I tried to ignore the pitiful yelping noises coming from the dog as it gasped for air, the men picked up large sticks and starting whacking at the dogs’ heads. My whole body cringed as I tried to walk even faster and clear my mind of the brutal image I was just left with. I tried to just tell myself “it’s okay. I live in Chuuk now.” Yes, people eat dog here and it is not uncommon for people to slaughter their own animals whether they are chickens, pigs, or dogs, etc. Dog is not only a meat people eat, but it is almost a class above most other (gross, but then again who knows when the opportunity will arise when I will be served it). To say the least, my westernized perspective that values domesticated pets and animal rights found this nauseating.

No animals are domesticated in Chuuk really. Cats are seen as bringing good luck by some, but despised by others. And people are known to kick or throw rocks and sticks at dogs. So with that being said, I had the pleasure of taking in a small kitten that I named Cinnamon, or Cimmy for short (thanks Mom), a couple weeks ago. She was starved and so weak that she could not even move her back legs. For the first couple of nights we kept her inside some of the volunteers’ offices for protection from “predators” and fed her canned tuna. This drew some very polar reactions among the staff, who come from a wide variety of backgrounds and have diverse attitudes towards animals. Within a couple of days, Cimmy (who also goes by “Shingles”) had developed enough strength to walk and roam like any other curious cats. Those of us taking care of her decided it would be good to “free” her to the Rec House- a gazebo-like structure behind Xavier. Well, then problems arose since there is a lack of communication of how the Xavier community was going to keep Cimmy as a pet. She sometimes rebels and wanders upstairs to the porch/kitchen area where we played with her during her first few days of recovery and leaves her “trail.” Understandably this is upsetting for people that live here. And while I am a proponent of keeping Cimmy around Xavier and training her to stay outside, others want to kill her. Cimmy lives in Chuuk – just that fact makes her hardy and undomesticated- so her survival outside is very possible now that she is not at immediate risk of death.

Apparently last year there came a time when the old director was paying employees for dead or caught cats around Xavier because of the problems they were causing (Note: The entrance to Xavier is open on both sides on the ground level so anything can wander in). While in the scheme of things this situation is not a big deal, it does somewhat upset me. Luckily, when I first wrote this blog, it was full of venting thoughts. Since then, I have been able to edit it and say things have calmed down towards Cimmy. People aren’t expressing such distaste towards her now that she is starting to “follow rules.” And I have a new adorable friend. I just crack up now every time I watch her have a stare contest with the very curious campus dog, Puma. Although she is about 1/100 of his size, she carries more presence and is not scared of him. One swipe of her hand and he backs off.
Cimmy is getting a little bigger, but is still adorable and loves to crawl up on me and curl into a ball. We have a nightly date, which usually results in me ending up with itchy legs for mosquitos.

Last weekend my Chuukese friend, Nievic, told me that she would be leaving this coming Sunday to return to Hawaii for school. She will be working to continue her third year of college at Chaminade, and while I must be happy for her and encourage her to go, I’m also sad. She was my first Chuukese friend in Weno and she has done a lot for me thus far. We play on the same volleyball team and she knows the most English of the players since she has been to school in the states before and can help me with translating a lot. She was also the first to treat me with local medicine- good ol’ coconut oil on a gash I got on my knee. It apparently heals wounds well, and while I later also cleaned it with hydrogen peroxide and antibiotic ointment, it healed well. Last Sunday she invited me over to her house and made me soki-sok. It is a type of banana cooked with coconut milk- very common here and very good. But they don’t use the good-ol’ Chiquita types of bananas you are probably familiar with. There are several types of bananas here on island, and the kind used in soki-sok are very starchy. You wouldn’t eat them plain and people term them “cooking bananas.” Then we had “sardines,” which was actually canned mackerel. I asked her if she thought it tasted like tuna fish because that is exactly what I thought it tasted like, but she quickly shook her hand no and said it tastes different. So for those of you reading this that know me well and as having a “refined palette,” that apparently does not apply when we talk about “canned fish.” I am making baby steps with seafood here. You probably know I am not a fan of it, and while the opportunity to eat it is frequent, I try to steer clear. Probably the most exotic thing I have tried is sea cucumber (flavored to be salty and spicy, but slimy like worms) and it was actually okay to me. I haven’t quite mustered up the courage for shashimi –raw fish, sushi like- yet.

Moving on-

A lot has happened at school since I last posted- we have hosted a group of Australian high school students for an immersion trip, we have held freshmen “Entertainment” Day, and held a dedication ceremony thanking the Mabuchi Corporation of Japan for their generous gift of waterproofing the school’s roof over the summer- a project that cost close to three-fourths of a million dollars. For both the Australians and Japanese visitors, the students performed traditional dances. It was really cool for me to watch. They dressed up in grass skirts or traditional thu’s (which are basically a cloth flap tied around a males’ privates like you see on maybe the Discovery or History channel) and covered themselves in coconut oil and “tribal paint.” The dances were very well done, with a lot of chanting, although it was a little weird for me to see some of my students basically half-naked. They even did a fire tossing performance. About 10-12 of the boys twirled “batons” of coconut wood whose ends were lit on fire. It was impressive and dangerous. Only one of the boys accidentally burned a part of his toe. This would have never ever happened in an American school! I’m excited to send pictures soon.

The entertainment day was ridiculous- it was basically a 2 hour show of upperclassmen cross-dressing and posing as freshmen. The freshmen loved it. I didn’t agree with it. In my opinion it was inappropriate and certainly did not necessitate students to miss class, which happened, but culturally cross-dressing is extremely entertaining. I guess we are also dealing with the maturity of 13-17 year olds.

The school received a plentiful donation of sports equipment from the Australians, which was much appreciated. As for the immersion experience, I don’t know how much of an immersion trip it actually was since the Australians only spent one night sleeping on campus- the rest they spent at a hotel, the nicest hotel actually, in Weno. But they remarked that they were very moved by their experiences. They spent one morning learning how to build the huts out of coconut leaves/wood. It was encouraging to see the students get excited to host the boys, and I think both groups learned from the experience. I am guessing the Australians’ experiences were profound since they come from what I have heard is the wealthiest boarding school in Sydney. They experienced the 1 to 1.5 hour bus trip from their hotel to Xavier every day on the pitiful road of Weno. The trip is only about 9 miles so that will give you an idea of the condition of the road. As well as they passed through the “downtown” and several villages, exposing the hardships of the Chuukese people- the lack of a sewer or trash collection system, the pothole-filled road, the long stretches of sheet metal posted to give the people some privacy to their very humble houses, some which would be labeled shacks. However, they also enjoyed the luxury of paying a company to go snorkeling, which the locals would never do and participated in other sight seeing on other islands.

The student body’s goodbye to them on Thursday actually brought tears to my eyes. Micronesians are extremely heartfelt people from what I have experienced thus far. They express emotion and thanks in a different way than I am used to- a uniquely warm way. They are very intentional about it. The students gathered around the Australians- literally only leaving room for them to breathe. Envision about 10 people crowd by a group of about 130. No, personal space is not really honored here. With their arms stretched out, the students sang to them. Students are not scared of singing here- I love that about them. I think it was the words of the song that actually got me. It spoke about how they had touched each others lives and while they depart or separate, they hold each other alive in their hearts and their memories. I think it made me think of home and the love I felt when I left in July. May not sound like much, but the couple of minutes were peacefully beautiful and reminded me of how much I appreciate everyone back home and the generosity that has been shown and shared with me in the last few months. Thanks again. (Can you believe it is almost 3 months since my send-off? Wow.)

I have started teaching the students and other neighborhood kids how to do backbends and other gymnastics skills. I have actually perfected my backbend (T, you would be proud). It’s ironic that I didn’t do so in the 4 years I taught gymnastics from an actual gym with mats and such, but demonstrating the skills is an easy way to grab the kids’ attention and connect with them, especially when a lot of the village kids speak no English. They are always impressed to see that I can do it and want to learn. It’s great. The other days I started playing and dancing with these 4 girls between the ages of 3 and 10. I have to tell you- no joke the 3 year-old could shake her hips better than I can (which doesn’t say much ha ha but you get the idea). They start training them for hula early.

So before I end this very long blog (sorry for that), I want to say one thing. I am beginning to feel very settled. Marca, my volleyball coach, told me yesterday that she wants me to know that her and her relatives consider me part of their family now. While I still know barely any Chuukese and obviously nobody can replace those I love from home, my adjustment is coming along slowly but surely. Thanks for all the continued support. I do feel like in some way I don’t really understand yet, Chuuk is where I am supposed to be right now.

Hope to hear from you soon.

-Steph

Random thoughts:

Living in Chuuk has truly solidified my belief that poverty encourages resourcefulness and creativity. Every now and then I see things that really strike me as being extremely creative in lack of better resources. For instance, using a box that a six-pack of soda bottles or cans would come in to create a hat with a stiff bill or using torn up cardboard box pieces or banana leaves as fans for small relief from the stifling heat and lack of electric fans or AC. I’m disappointed I can’t think of more, but they will come to me later.

The Red Flower

2008-09-19T00:49:00.000-07:00

Chuukese girl: “Bun iea”
Me: “Burn ire”
Chuukese girl: “Bun ieea”
Me: “Burnn ieea”
Chuukese girl: “Bunnn ieea”
Me: “Bunnn ieea.”

That’s pretty much what it sounded like when a bunch of local girls tried to teach me how to say “flower” in Chuukese earlier this week. I was seemingly hopeless to mimic their accents, but none the less I tried my best, and the conversation ended with all of the kids giggling and wanting to teach me more words. It was excellent. The whole thirty minutes I spent with these kids probably left me feeling the happiest I have felt since I have been here. Learning the word for “flower” was only a very small piece of the experience. Let me tell you more.

It was Monday afternoon, the first afternoon I went running after participating in the local volleyball game (see below for more on it). I had already run through the village of Penia once and was headed back to Xavier. The kids threw a volleyball at me as I ran past them and in their minimal, broken, yet very enthusiastic, English said, “Stephanie, practice, practice.” The ball, which was literally falling to shreds, was more like a kickball than a volleyball. As I “peppered” with the kids for about 10 minutes, a group of older teenagers played a game in the street. The net was held across the street and if a car came through, they just lifted part of it so that the car could clear the net (Try to imagine this happening on the one main street of where you live with a bunch of little kids running all around. It still gets me). At one point when I was chasing the ball, I fell on a huge metal pipe that happened to be right next to the road, of course making a couple kids laugh and then later leaving a huge bruise on my butt. It’s always okay if I laugh with them so having a sense of humor helps. If you know me at all, you know I am used to falling. I wouldn’t have survived this long had I not developed a sense of humor around it, so I laughed also.

Then I saw one of the little boys that typically pesters me when I am running. He’s probably 4 and his name is Dumber (pronounced Dam-bear). He’s a little shrimp, but he has the personality of a “big kid” on the streets. I decided it would be a good time to actually try to “meet” him. So I walked up to him and tried to give him a high five (which I learned nobody does here and had to end up teaching some of the kids). Now that I was actually giving him attention, he ran away from me. Even though last week he was bold enough to pinch the back of my thigh as I ran by, he was all of a sudden the shy one. I ended up sitting down Indian style talking with some of the girls, ranging from age 10-early 20s. They are all really nice to me and somewhat look out for me. While I was sitting, Dumber came up and threw a flower at me. The girls around me got angry with him and said something to him that I didn’t understand. I put the flower in my hair and thanked him anyway. Then one of his side kicks came up and gave me another, which I also put in my hair. Now, Dumber wasn’t as scared of me anymore and nicely handed another one to me. I put this one at the top of my head and he laughed. With time, the mood seemed to lighten. While I am still a spectacle, I think that the people are slowly coming to see that I want to become a part of their community, rather than an outsider. In general, I think that the overall reputation of volunteers and students at Xavier is the opposite. The physical location of Xavier (on the top of Mabuchi hill in the “jungle” of Weno and away from the “downtown”) and the fact that it is for the most part an English only environment separates or isolates it a lot from the local community. Essentially, a large effort has to be made to overcome the obstacles of geographical space and language. Continuing on with the story…

As the sun was starting to set, I decided it was time to head back. Running up Mabuchi hill in the pitch black would not be fun. It’s not as if there are street lights even if the island power is on nor are they paved the way we are used to. Plus, while the locals knowing me by name is a positive for my personal safety, it’s still smarter to take precaution when I am alone. So I started to head back. Here comes the best part of the encounter. I had been running for about 20 seconds when I heard little screams behind me. I looked back and Dumber and his sidekick, Ansoor, were running toward me. “Stephanie! Stephanie!” I stopped and as they ran towards me, they both held out their hands to shake mine. I shook their hands, smiled, and said good bye. Now while it might not mean much to you to earn the respect of four year olds, I believe the encounter as a whole was symbolic of much more. I ran home at ease, listening to random calls from other neighbors, “Good morning, Stephanie,” (Yes, good morning at sunset…It makes me smile also.) It is not easy to enter into a place where you are the stranger. Although you may be educated or “American,” you are not familiar with Chuukese life or the culture and language of Weno. If I have to say one thing, this experience has challenged me to be confident and outgoing thus far- to continue to demonstrate to the people here that I want to learn from them as much as I want to teach them. It was memorable and I don’t think I will ever forget that afternoon with the red “bun iea.”

Now I know that was a long story, but hopefully you enjoyed it. I want to tell you a couple more things. As for the volleyball game on Sunday (my first game with the locals and the day before my encounter with Dumber)- it went well. My team won. I was pretty nervous. I knew that I would be the spectacle. So of course once I stepped foot on the court, everyone cheered and clapped. Margaret, my coach and the wonderful woman who has been so helpful to me in translating and such, assured me that they were saying good things and cheering me on. I told some of the girls on my team that I was nervous – most of their responses were “Why?” Of course, these games don’t really mean anything and are just for entertainment and local competition. I had to explain to them how I was the one that was different, the one that everyone was watching. Then, I asked them if they would be nervous if they went to the US and played in front of all Americans. They quickly shook their heads yes and smiled, understanding now where I was coming from. All in all, it was good to sit among the locals- rather than within the group of “white people.” I still have to get used to some things, such as playing in a long skirt and not following the rotation I am used to. However, with all things said, I’m really excited for this opportunity.

Some other notes:

Since I last spoke to you, we have had 2 ambassadors visit Xavier. First, the US Ambassador to the FSM and just today, the Australian ambassador to Micronesia (includes Palau, FSM, and the Marshall Islands) visited. It is a huge deal to have the ambassadors come to Xavier. Not only does the director make it a huge deal, but the students interpret it as meeting a celebrity. Last week when the American ambassador visited, one of my advisees looked at me with a giggling giddy look and literally while fanning herself, said, “Oh my gosh, Ms. Stephanie, meeting the ambassador, that’s like a dream come true.” I smiled and let her be very happy. If only she knew how many ambassadors there are in the world and that they are pretty much just people like you and me. Anyways, walking out of the presentation today, one of my sophomores turns to me and goes, “I don’t want to be rude, but I think the American ambassador was better. She made us laugh, rather than just laughing at herself.” I just smiled and agreed.

As for classes, both of my Biology and Chemistry classes have taken their first quizzes. The averages were pretty average- some A’s, mostly B’s and C’s, and some D’s and F’s. However, I have since learned the biggest obstacle my students are facing right now is knowing how to take notes. While a lot of science is taught through experimentation and demonstration, it also includes lecture. And for the most part, the students here don’t know how to or just don’t take notes. If you write a word on the board, then immediately copy it into their notes, but distinguishing what is important is apparently extremely difficult. For the most part, they have had little experience with taking notes or creating outlines. Next task- to figure out how to improve this situation without babying them! So…to say the least I am respecting teachers a lot more now. They have to work hard! (Not that I ever doubted that, but it is a lot more than I ever realized). Right now, I have about 40 lab notebooks waiting to be graded, I feel as if I just finished the last batch of 30, and I have 30 more coming in tomorrow.

And I can’t leave you without mentioning on a smaller note….The nurse at Xavier and I think that I had heat exhaustion or the beginnings of such (extreme dehydration) yesterday. I know that’s not actually a smaller note, but a big one. I had been on the roof of the school for almost 4 periods of class for a chemistry lab. Well, another lesson learned – bring an umbrella next time! The roof is covered with a silver reflector that basically resembles what “crazy people who want skin cancer really bad” use at the beach to get an ultra-tan. So, my cure was a cold pack, LOTS & LOTS & LOTS of water, and sleep. I thought I had been drinking enough water…more next time. It wasn’t so fun that island power has been terrible lately which means no fan. We went a week without any and then only had half power (randomly selected, only half of outlets work). We have been told we will only have intermittent half power until November because of the budget, so we’ll see. I know that was a long blog…hope you made it through. Miss you. Love you. Talk soon.
Peace,
Steph

P.S. I woke up this morning with this thing on my face. The nurse thinks either I got bit by a roach (on my face!!! gross!!) or that it could be a boil…ugh! perks of Chuuk.

One week of teaching down …topped off by rainy weekend camping

2008-09-07T05:03:00.000-07:00

What sounds better than a successful first week of class topped off by a weekend of camping? Not much. I was actually surprised how smoothly the first week of classes went. I’ve learned about three-fourths of the students’ names and am having much more fun teaching than I thought I would. Learning names isn’t as easy here as you would think. I’m typically good with names, but here students go by names that are radically different than what might be written on the roster. And when you ask them to repeat their names because you can’t understand them or move closer to hear them better, their voices get softer. Crazy phenomenon that makes all the teachers laugh somewhat. It’s almost as if they get embarrassed to say their names. I teach 2 sections of sophomore biology and 2 sections of junior chemistry. It seems that my first class everyday is a dry run – everything gets a little smoother after it, but at least the students in my first class are pretty enthusiastic. My juniors seem much more reserved, at least thus far. Plus there are fewer of them.

What better luck than to have the school generator break on the first day of school! So while Xavier is usually fortunate to have power at least during the school day, it didn’t for the first 2 days. My class room got pretty dark when it started raining. Nobody could read the chalkboard- which I barely use anyway since it doesn’t work very well. All of its surfacing has chipped off so the chalk doesn’t stay on the board. It’s a lost cause for the most part. It’s supposed to get replaced soon- but that just means it’s on a long list of future repairs and improvements. We’ll see. At least it forces me to branch out and come up with more creative ways to teach. My students are pretty eager to learn and well behaved (at least so far – I’m still new to them so hopefully I’m setting good classroom management boundaries now); however, they work much more slowly than students that would be 10th or 11th graders in the US. They also seem to struggle with basic problem solving and critical thinking skills. We are working to improve on those. I am using a textbook for both my classes. The Biology book is pretty good and updated. The Chemistry book is pretty decrepit. It seems that almost half of the books – my teacher editions included- are falling apart or missing whole chapters. So the students here are very accustomed to sharing books and it helps that the boys are boarders.

Yesterday was pretty notable for my days thus far in Chuuk. 1. It was my 1-month anniversary of my arrival! 2. I started playing volleyball with the locals. 3. I went hiking to Witipong (a nearby village) and went camping.

Now, as for volleyball, I really enjoyed it. I broke out of the Xavier bubble a little and walked down to the nearby village of Penias. The woman, Margaret, who invited me to play, is a first grade teacher at a local catholic school and she speaks pretty good English. I met her because I run through that village a lot and one day when I was wearing my old volleyball shirt, I go the courage to ask if I could join sometime. So the people only know me as the strange American who runs through the street everyday. Remember running to run is such a foreign concept here. She told me that the kids were very excited when I asked to play and asked her if I playing in the NBA or the National US Volleyball team. That made me laugh! For one, if you have ever seen me play basketball, I’m pretty terrible and for two, how are the NBA and me wanting to play volleyball in any way related. Well, I played for about an hour and a half before I had to go back to get ready for camping. It was a lot of fun, even though most of the time I didn’t know what people were saying to me. My Chuukese is coming along little by little and hopefully this will help. The court they play on would be the cause of hundreds of lawsuits in America. There are rocks – huge rocks- all over it, and since the net is tied up to coconut trees, they provide a good obstacle to dodge as well. Not to mention it is a couple feet from the lagoon so every once and a while you have to fetch the ball from the water with huge coconut leaves. At the end, Margaret cut me open a fresh coconut- a hospitality and peace offering here- and talked to me about how this will be good for everyone. I will be seen as their friend soon, rather than “the American,” and as Margaret said, “At least in Penia, people will not want to bother me.” Also, I can help them with their English as I learn Chuukese.

After volleyball, a group of us volunteers hiked to Witipong. It was about an hour and a half hike. Pretty rugged too. The machetes came in handy as we tried to truck through way-overgrown grass and shrubs that were probably a couple of feet taller than me, etc. It got even more interesting when we got to a mini-cliff we had to climb. We all made it up and back safely- but it was pretty slippery – and I did not enjoy that part of it. Although very physically uncomfortable, it was a fun night. The sun went down at 6ish like clock work and then 3 of the male volunteers built a mini-fire with the few pieces of dry wood they could find, while the rest of us broke open the peanut butter and tuna sandwiches. Not soon after the sun went down, the gray clouds rolled over. Perks of Chuuk! It rained the whole night! We came with a couple of mats and some of us had rain jackets, but for the most part we were highly unprepared. And even rain jackets can only withstand so much. So by midnight everyone was soaked. I would have never thought I would have been this cold in Chuuk, not mention within the first month of being here, but I was shivering the whole night. We counted down the hours until the sun would rise so we could start warming up and head back. Luckily the good humor and spirits of everyone kept the night entertaining. Some of the second year volunteers were just happy to be away from Xavier on the annual “Capture the Flag” night, where the boys lather themselves with coconut oil and try to scare the freshmen. Unfortunately, we could still hear their screams and laughs all the way from Witipong. Every time the rain would start, most of us would laugh followed by an uncomfortable groan. God must have been laughing at us. When we first got to the top of the mountain, we all thought that sleeping straight on boulders would be the most uncomfortable part of the night, but oh! We were so wrong. So while a couple of people took shrubs and literally built themselves a nest to sleep on, by sunrise, we were all cuddled together in an attempt to get each other’s body heat to warm us up.

At 5am, we all started hiking back to Xavier. It was a much quicker hike back since it was all down hill. I took some more beautiful photos of Chuuk. It was a new view of Weno- tall grasses and palm trees that almost remind me of Africa (except for when you look to either side you see the lagoon of endless water), some more Japanese artillery abandoned among the grasses, tapioca plants, etc. By the time I got back I was drenched and covered in mud from slowly sliding down the cliff we climbed to get there. I had small paper-cut-like-cuts from the grass all over my legs and heads. And about 100 meters from my house I slipped in a huge pile of rotten breadfruit! Disgusting! Rotten breadfruit may be something none of you ever experience, but it is gross. Just take my word for it.

So while I was supposed to make it down to Penia for the weekly volleyball games, I was too exhausted this week. I had my first official Chuukese lesson instead and planned for classes. All is well and I hope to hear from you all soon.
Take care.
-Steph

Cake Pancakes!!

2008-08-29T18:55:00.000-07:00

So it’s been a while since I last wrote to everyone. It’s been a fun couple of weeks between my birthday celebrations, hula dancing shows, touring the Mercy Ship, getting ready for new students to arrive, etc.

Last Friday night (weekend before my birthday) we went down to Saramen Chuuk (the other JVI site in Chuuk) and celebrated my birthday, along with two other volunteers’ birthdays. Ellen, Katie, and Meg made delicious chocolate chip cookie cake and the birthday trio wore silly party hats we found at the grocery store for 25 cents. I picked out the Little Mermaid hat – I felt like I was seven again. I ended up sleeping at Saramen that night even though the rest of my crew went back and I’m glad I stayed. We went to brunch the next morning and then hung out, playing hearts and this crazy board game called Settlers of Catan. Even though I like all the workers and volunteers up at Xavier, it’s nice to get off the Xavier campus, see new faces, and hang out with other volunteers sometimes. As well as, the meal routine at Xavier quickly becomes routine, so brunch was nice.

To get back up to Xavier, I walked about a mile and a half to the airport to meet up with the Xavier truck picking up incoming students. After a couple minutes I noticed that I was seeing way more white people than I normally see walking down the street in Chuuk, and then I remembered the US Naval Mercy Ship had docked the day before. I talked to a couple of the Navy people and we scheduled a tour day the following week. So on Wednesday I got to tour the ship. Definitely the biggest ship I have ever stepped foot on. It was pretty cool to see. It is a converted oil tanker- now a hospital that usually tends to casualties but it currently doing a humanitarian effort in the Pacific after being denied by Myanmar. Since the beginning of June, the ship has performed a little over 900 surgeries in multiple countries in the Pacific. It has pretty new technology from what I could see and uses sea water for steam power and drinking water (purified first of course). 2 of the Xavier students actually volunteered on the ship as translators for the doctors.

Last Saturday I watched my first hula show. These girls can shake their hips! The show had about 6 women and then a little girl maybe age 4. She was lost the whole time and not very good at shaking her hips yet, but already in training. Pictures to come.

Well, as for my actual birthday- It was relaxing. I had 2 teaching workshops, ran, and then celebrated with the rest of the staff here. Now, there’s nothing like a welcome to Chuuk than cake pancakes! Yup, you heard me right. Not surprisingly the propane didn’t work to light the oven so we couldn’t bake a cake. Instead Katie had the ingenious idea of making the cake mix into pancakes. So I got to blow out candles on top of a giant stack of pancakes. I think that will make for an unforgettable birthday. They were actually delicious- topped with icing, ice cream, and chocolate syrup. You all should try it sometime if you want an unhealthy alternative to your breakfast pancakes. I.P. (Island Power) blessed me that day because it stayed on all night, making watching a movie possible, and having my fan on through the entire night! I think that was the first night that happened since I have been here so that was a tremendous gift. I didn’t wake up dripping in sweat. So while, my birthday might have been a little more chill than my 21st, the staff made me feel loved!

Switching topics a little- I want to talk about running here. You would think it would quickly become mundane being able to only run on the same road to and from Xavier every day. Well, to say the least every day brings something new and interesting – whether it be harassment from men, being offered a coconut or water along the way, smiles and laughter from children who try to have conversations with you that you don’t understand at all, being asked my name by every 3rd child I pass, finding my name spelled in water in the ground, or what has happened lately, having Chuukese people tag along while I run so that by some point in my run I have anywhere between 2 and 8 kids following behind. People don’t just run to run here so the locals think I am crazy. So now I have a little running team going. Yesterday after my run I had 3 girls – maybe ages 8, 14, and 22- ask me if they could continue to run with me. Of course I said yes. There isn’t much to promote health here, especially for females, so I think it will be a good avenue to connect with them. While I was running yesterday, I talked to the girls about how it is healthy and good for their bodies. Louisa, who is probably 15 or 16 understands me pretty well, and translates to the younger kids. The 8 yr old impressed me the most. While I ran about 4 miles, and probably only had the girls with me for about half the run, the youngest kept up the whole time. What’s even more amazing is that they all run either barefoot or in sandals. We worry about not having enough treed on our running shoes in America - we wouldn’t think to go out for a run barefoot.

Now I’m just putting on the finishing touches to my office, classroom, and planner before the school year starts. I put up 2 bulletin boards in my classroom yesterday and then several others around campus. Hopefully they will be respected for the majority of the year. From the looks of the ones I took down from last year, they are a prime spot to tag “So and so was here,” etc. I tried to put up laminated posters instead of paper as much as I could in my classroom to deter such, but we’ll see.

Today, the Navy band is playing downtown and the ex-pats are meeting at the Oriental restaurant so we will go “downtown” for that. All is well, but missing everyone. Keep in touch.
-Steph

13-mile Walk

2008-08-18T06:53:00.001-07:00

So, this past weekend was pretty awesome. On Friday, a couple of us hiked about 4 miles to the top of the Japanese lighthouse. It was incredible! Check out the pictures! Breath taking for sure. Well, we attract attention wherever we go because we are not Chuukese. So while climbing the lighthouse, we gained a following of about 12 Chuukese kids. These kids are fearless. Now, I'm slightly scared of heights so as I climbed up the shaky ladder that led to the top I was a little nervous. Chuukese kids- they hang off the sides of the lighthouse- dropping about 10 feet to the lower levels. They also would jump into the center area without any qualms. I guess these kids do climb coconut trees on the daily, but the whole time I just kept thinking how bad it would be if one of them fell. It was fun to play around with them. Learning our names is the most exciting activity for them, which means when they see us on the road next, they can scream it out as if they really know us.

Then, on Saturday we decided to walk around the whole island for entertainment. Its about 13 miles. We had great intentions and woke up at 6am but didn't really head out until about 7:15. Katie really wanted to be able to make it to Blue Lagoon- the nicest resort on the island mostly reserved for foreign divers- for banana pancakes before they stopped serving them at 11am. Blue Lagoon was at about the 9 mile mark. Pretty much the whole island was up and cheering at 7:30. The 1-mile marathon relays were going on- actually they had just finished. By 7am here, it is hot! So we walked along the streets saying "Nosoor annim" (Good Morning) to just about everyone we passed. It's customary here. So is asking people "Where are you going?" Traveling is such a strange concept here because people mostly stay in their village unless they need something from the "downtown." And our response being we are walking around the whole island left people even more puzzled, but that's okay. That would never happen in the crowded streets of the US, but it send a cheerful vibe so I don't mind it.

It was a good opportunity for me to take pictures outside of a bumping moving vehicle. I saw several cool things along the walk- Chuukese apples (see picture), a kid about 35 feet high climbing a coconut tree, a swing set up on the side of a mountain, a coconut tree growing out of a coconut, and a shark! Yup, we saw a shark. It was small and only about 10-15 feet off the shoreline. A little frightening, but still really cool. I found a couple of sand dollars and met these 3 kids that helped guide us through the backside of the island- which is considered the "jungle" area of Weno. Since communication is pretty hard still, we drew in the sand and taught each other our names. You could tell that the kids really enjoyed hanging out with us even though we barely spoke. The sad part of the day was we didn't make it to Blue Lagoon for the banana pancakes so Katie was upset for a couple of minutes. But lunch was still delicious. We actually made it there by 10:45am but they had started lunch early that day.

By the 13th mile we were all pretty exhausted. We pretty much came back and collapsed. But it was well worth the walk. Now, I mentioned pictures several times. I finally uploaded about 80 photos- however, I couldn't figure out how to think them to my blog through snapfish yet. So I sent out an email to most of the addresses I had (I have more to add, I know since my journal with the rest of them was back at my room). If you would like to be added to the list, just shoot me a comment that you are interested with your email address.

Hope all is going well with everyone. Today we started meetings for school and are continuing to clean out the classrooms. Good luck to everyone starting school in the next week or so. Talk soon.
-Steph

Snorkeling and Car Crashing

2008-08-14T02:17:00.000-07:00

So its been a couple of jam-packed days since I last blogged. Haha huge exaggeration actually! It's pretty low-key around here with the most eventful thing of most days being the trip to pick someone up at the airport or to go shopping for dinner. However, I have be able to do some cool things. Last Saturday we walked down to the Japanese dock and went snorkeling. Pretty incredible- certainly much better than the times I went scuba diving/snorkeling in Europe. Better yet, the second-years (volunteers) said that it is not even the best snorkeling on the island. I'm pretty excited to do more. Plus, it's free and only about a 20-25 minute walk from where I live. There is even a spot in the lagoon where you can see wreekage from WW2 so that's the next snorkeling expedition on my list.

Sunday was my first experience of the Chuukese Mass. It was a weird mix of conservative and informal. They still rang the bells during the consecration and the altar boy held the plate to put under everyone's mouths while they received communion, yet everyone sat on the ground and the dress code was pretty diverse. The women all wore Mumu's, myself included. There didn't seem to be much of an expectation for men. That kind of follows the typical attitude towards men here- they pretty much can do whatever they want while the women must follow pretty conservative standards. It made me laugh and I know some people from home will enjoy this- the altar boy wore a Cubs jersey. Otherwise, the Mass was pretty similar. Although I had no idea what was being said, at least the homily was translated.

Monday and Tuesday we spent most of the day cleaning out and reorganizing the library. It was a much bigger job than we expected when we started, but it was good to get the whole fiction section organized. We somewhat slacked and only organized the books by the first letter of the author's last name figuring alphabetizing them fully could always be a punishment for the students during their detention. The great discovery was the preserved frog skeleton that we found behind one of the bookshelves. Since I'm teaching biology everyone thought that I should have the privilege of determining what to do with it. If you know me well, you know I didn't touch it. I did curiously look at it and I have to admit it was pretty cool.

Early Wednesday morning I woke up with my first terrible upset stomachs. Luckily they only lasted all of Wednesday and today I seem pretty cured. We cooked a good meal yesterday- macaroni and cheese and cooked vegetables. Doesn't sound like much, but it was! The cheese sauce was homemade and we had chips ahoy cookies for dessert. Dessert doesn't really exist at Xavier so it was a nice treat and most of the food here is canned/not fresh since it is shipped in. However, of course we couldn't have the nice meal without some obstacles. We learned the hard way that you can't buy pasta from the store TTC because it has bugs! So a good bit of it had to be thrown out, while the bugs were cleaned out from the rest. I'm pretty much becoming immune to them at this point because they are everywhere!

Now for the excitement of today- Well, everyone on Weno (the island) knows the Xavier pick-up truck. We call him Indigo because of his color but he is a trooper. He's been manuvering the potholes of Weno for about 5 years, makes a lot of weird noises, and has a lot of dents. Today, after we had picked up 2 other Aussie volunteers from the airport and were driving back to Xavier with a full-load- 2 people in the front and 6 in the bed- this crazy man decided to hit us practically head on. We think he was going about 40 mph and for a place where everyone drives between 10-20 mph because the roads are so bad, that's fast. He never tried to swerve and our driver tried to avoid him so he ended up hitting the back of our left side pretty badly. Luckily everyone was okay. It drew a pretty good Chuukese crowd pretty quickly- probably for 2 reasons. 1. That doesn't happen often in Chuuk and 2. It was a pick-up truck full of the Xavier volunteers (there aren't many white people on this island you could figure). So once we figured everyone was okay and the Indigo was driveable we decided to keep going wanting to not attract too much attention. We ended up stopping a Chuukese cop later down the drive to explain to him what happened and he said we would have to file a report tomorrow. I just hope the car didn't end up hitting any other people later down the drive. The little white honda never even slowed down after he hit us. Hopefully we will be able to determine later who did it based on the damage to his car, but who knows, the cars down here in Weno aren't kept up too well. All of this happened right after we had changed a flat as well. Drunk driving has been a problem here but usually it is after dark and we don't drive after dark. This was in broad daylight. So either something was wrong or it was intentional, either way, a little unsettling.

A couple of good notes-

I really like Micronesian bananas, which is funny because I used to hate bananas in the States. Bananas grow up here instead of down and apparently taste slightly different. Tonight we had fried banana in this dough that's like egg rolls. It was delicious- my favorite local food thus far.

This morning I played with these 4 local girls. I guess they were all either 5 or 6 based on their teeth- which were mostly rotted out. But we made up handshakes and they just wouldn't stop giggling, looking at me like I was this alien. The kids are adorable here. Although they all seem very happy, they also make me sad because I see what they endure.

On Saturday, we are doing a walk around the whole island- about 13 miles, so I will post a bunch of photos after that.

I saw the most beautiful bird today. I tried to take a picture but it was too fast. It was fire engine red.

And I finished reading 1000 Splendid Suns today. Great book!

Ok, that's all for now. Talk soon.

-Steph

Geckos Geckos Everywhere

2008-08-07T16:41:00.000-07:00

So Chuuk...I would say that if you think you're feeling the effects of the gas crisis, Chuuk is feeling it worse. Gas is almost $7/gallon here and that means that island power is very sporadic because the fuel is too expensive. I think we have had island power for a total of 9 hours since I have been here, but it is pretty easy to adjust to no power here when already there are no TV's or AC, etc.

Yesterday I was awakened by the chanting going on at the nearby elementary school- Sapuk. It is the worst elementary school in all of Chuuk (and if you looked at the pictures I had out at my Send-off, it was the school where the kids were sitting on the floor with the water). They had organized a huge running competition. So after listening to the chanting for a couple of hours, Josh, Katie, Meg, (other volunteers) and I decided to go check it out. The Chuukese quickly pulled out some of the few 20-some year old desks they had for us to sit. The competetion was pretty fun. There were 4 different teams from different villages on the island-white, yellow, blue, and red. The kids wore whatever articles of clothing they had in the color so nobody really matched and some of the girls even ran in skirts. Everyone ran barefoot, which is very common here. The track was just a grass field with cones outlining a track. The Chuukese had a lot of energy and after each kid finished their race (maybe .5 mile), the mothers (and other women) came running out to pour water on each child and hold both of their arms as they walked. It was pretty dramatic. Then again these kids are sprinting in the hottest weather I have ever experienced. No doubt at least Code Red by DC Standards. I certainly was stared at by a lot of the children as if I was an alien. So while, there have been white people on the island for over 50 years, we still stick out like a sore thumb and look out of place or novel.

I'm lucky that school related meetings don't start until the 18th so I have until then to get adjusted. My internal clock is still pretty wierd- wanting to go to bed at 8pm and wake up at 4am. I haven't really been able to sleep past 8am because it gets so hot. Yesterday we went downtown and picked up 2 local combs. They are colored plastic combs that the local women use to keep their hair up (without any hair ties, my hair isn't quite long enough for it yet). I learned that culturally you are considered sloppy if your hair isn't pulled up. We drive the Xavier (the high school I teach at) pick up truck to get downtown since we live up in the "jungle" of Weno. Pretty much everyone on the island knows that it is the Xavier truck so we can lots of hellos. We seem to be well respected by the Chuukese people because going to Xavier is a very noteable accomplishment for any Chuukese person, even if you don't graduate.

Now, I can't end the blog without mentioning the bugs! Yes, I live with bugs. Lots of them. Geckos and ants mostly, but no doubt the spiders, cockroaches, termites, and other little suckers peek their heads out too. The geckos are weird at first, but I think they are the easiest to adjust to personally. They are more scared of me than I am of them and they are harmless. Plus, they eat other bugs and spiders!! The ants, which pretty much stay in my bathroom, are my allies. Last night I was about to jump in the shower and saw a swarm of them eating at a dead cockroach (which seem to only come out at night). Since I wasn't dressed, I decided to take care of it after my shower. Well, when I came back, they were all mysteriously gone. Gone! So, the ants are cool in my boat if they clean up cockroaches and leave no mess.

The cold showers aren't bad at all. I kind of look forward to them to cool me off a little. So I'm glad to say that since that was one of my bigger worries when I left. And despite the bugs, the nature is absolutely beautiful here. Since I have now been in Hawaii as well, I can say Chuuk is as beautiful as Hawaii. There are mango, banana, coconut, and breadfruit trees in my backyard. Now the shacks aren't so beautiful, but they remind me why I am here doing what I am doing.

As for everyone that still has the luxury of watching the Olympics, please do! I wish I could. Apparently, 3 or 4 Micronesians will be represented at them, so keep me posted. I love you all.

Peace,
Steph

P.S. Dad, you will be happy to know I am teaching Sophomore Biology and Junior Chemistry.

First Day!

2008-08-06T03:38:00.000-07:00

I wanted to let you all know that I made it into Weno safely. I'm going to keep this short for tonight for 2 reasons: 1. I had just written an entry when the power went out and I lost it (and am frustrated) so I guess that's my welcome to Chuuk! The island power just came back on after being out for about a week and flickered, and 2. The time difference is 14 hours for Eastern time (MD) and 15 hours for Central time (STL) so my body is royally messed up to say the least. So I am headed to take my first cold bucket shower and sleep. I have spotted about 10 pet geckos in my room thus far (and took some pictures for Chris!). I had my first coconut today, which I didn't really like, but the view from the roof of the school is beautiful and hopefully I can post photos soon. Talk soon.
-Steph

Leaving Tomorrow

2008-07-19T00:47:00.000-07:00

Hello all! So I head out tomorrow morning for orientation in Ohio. I will have limited phone/email access for at least 2 weeks until I fly out on the 4th. I get my flight itinerary soon, but it could take me a couple days to finally make it to my home base in Weno. Thank you all for everything you have done to prep me for this trip- the cards, the donations, the surprise parties and send-offs, and above all, the hugs, love, and support. Everyone has been amazing, so I hope this blog allows you to walk through my journey with me. Soon I will have pictures and lots more info, but for now- I'm teaching high school science in Chuuk.
I'm recommending skype (it's free- www.skype.com) to keep in verbal contact- a headset runs about $12-15 at a local circuit city/best buy if you are interested.
My mailing address is
Xavier High School, Attention: Stephanie Osborne
Jesuit Volunteers International
PO Box 220
Chuuk, FM 96942

Talk soon & Much love,
Steph