Aaaahhh it’s been so long since I’ve written! Here is the first letter, written back in October. In my defense, today was the first day I received a confirmation that my letters have even been arriving and not getting lost in the mail. Please forgive the huge delay!
These past 2 weeks [it’s been months now, but you get my point] have been so crazy busy, I’ve barely had a moment to myself. Letter writing was, of course, the first thing neglected, but I’m back now so enjoy this novella of a post!
Sunday, October 25 didn’t even begin as usual. We missed morning church services to stay in, sleep a little longer and then do the chores. While laundry and cooking are absolutely forbidden on Sundays, cleaning seems to be ok. Don’t ask me about the logic behind that, as I can produce no logical explanation. Anyway, around 10am, I got a message from Brandy, a former WorldTeach volunteer who chose stay on Kosrae with her husband after they had completed their service a few years back. They had befriended a Seventh Day Adventist living in Utwe, and as the SDA church practices on Saturdays, the normal Sunday rules apply neither to him nor his beachfront property. As a result, I got invited to join them and go snorkeling out front of his house. I very eagerly accepted, suited up and headed out to meet them. We wound up going to almost the same place I had gone the day before to complete my SCUBA certification, and once again, the product was phenomenal. The coral was colorful, rivaled only by the fish occupying the anemones and swimming into the little caves and tunnels carved out by the times and tides. I, in looking for sharks and bigger fish again, kept my sights almost entirely out towards the deeper water. What a shock I received when my friend motioned for me to look towards the shore to spot a 4-5 ft reef shark. It was accompanied by another, smaller shark, but how terrifying is that?! I’ve always heard that sharks can be found that shallow, but I guess I never believed it, or- more likely- never thought the larger, older sharks could be found there. I immediately thought back to all of those times I went swimming around dusk, “knowing” that nothing of consequence would be sharing the shallower waters with me, and did some serious re-evaluating of decisions made. To really drive the point home, I came across another one in even shallower water while swimming back to shore at the end of our snorkel. Quite exhilarating, especially for a Sunday!
Side note: I broke the laundry rule later that same day because my laundry was beginning to smell like mildew from all of the swimming I had been doing in the past week. What can I say? I like to live dangerously ;).
The next week was rather uneventful, especially because I was the only one who didn’t have work or school Wednesday or Thursday due to some silly standardized testing rule. The kids had to take a national exam and the instruction booklet read something along the lines of, “Only one instructor is allowed in the testing classroom during exam time”. As I’m not the primary educator, I was excused for 2 days while my co-teacher was left in charge of facilitating all of it. He was hard at work; I ate, slept and ate some more. The end!
This past Saturday was Halloween and what an amazing night it was! The days leading up to it were a bit hectic with regards to getting a costume together, but it all turned out just fine. My friend has made multiple remarks about how similar I look to one of the Australian surfers here (I wish I looked remotely like him. Body of a god), so I had originally intended to go as him. The plan was to find out whom he was going as and then surprise him by showing up in the same costume that night. Unfortunately for me, in true Aussie surfer fashion, when I called his younger brother the night before, he still had no idea whom he was being. I, meanwhile, had spent the better part of that Friday helping my other friend make a Tune Squad jersey so he could be Bill Murray from Space Jam. The jersey turned out so well, I made a last-minute decision to jump on the bandwagon and make a Lola Bunny jersey for myself. The next day, we all went to Tree Lodge to check into our rooms and help them set up for the party later that night. As is Peace Corps tradition, we were given all of the hotel’s Halloween decorations and were tasked with decorating the restaurant. It turned out really well considering all we were given consisted of a handful of masks and some trash bags to cut up. Once completed, we went back to our rooms to pregame the pregame and change into our costumes. We then headed over to Brandy and Miguel’s house to meet up with the island’s other ex-pats and continue partying. We learned some really fun drinking games (hopefully I can teach you some of them when I finally get my life together enough to visit you!), noshed on some delicious snacks and listened to all of the classic Halloween songs you hear at every party you attend on Oct 31. At some point, we made the call and moved the party back to Tree Lodge to finish the evening off in true Halloween fashion. I spent the entire night dancing- on the dance floor, on the docks next to the dance floor, on the boats tied to the docks next to the dance floor, you get the point. It was so much fun and I cannot wait to celebrate it again next year.
Now for the sad part of the letter. As high as that night’s highs were, the next morning met us with some very low lows. We all got an early start, waking up around 7am, and after killing an hour by trying but failing to return to sleep, we went to breakfast. It was in this groggy state that Steven told us his terrible news. Due to some issues back home, he needed to end his time with the Peace Corps much earlier than expected. He would be leaving on Friday, just 5 short days away, and that would be it. We all took the news as well as we could and then went about helping him in any way possible. I spent as much of the week with him as I could- going to Jasmin’s brother’s birthday party in Utwe; diving with him on our day off from school on Tuesday (yes, another day off); eating dinner with him and all of the other volunteers at KVR on Wednesday; staying out late with him, a WT volunteer and a few of his local friends at the beach, playing guitar and singing songs while meteorites lit up the atmosphere; boating around Lelu Harbor during Tree Lodge’s sunset cruise on Thursday; and sending him off at the airport on Friday. The week flew by so quickly, as his time here did in general, and I can’t help but feel robbed of one of my closest friends in Micronesia. I know I’ll see him again, he lives about 20 minutes from me and we went to high school together, and I wish him and his family all the best and ask you and everyone else to keep them in your prayers, but until then I will miss him as dearly as I miss you and everyone else back home.
I also found out this past week that someone stole Blondie, the adorable puppy my family let me name. It’s been a rough 7 days, but hopefully this will be the worst of it and things will look up from here! Now that I think about it, they actually already have. My older host sister told me that she will be getting married on Thanksgiving this year AND that she’s newly pregnant (Yay!! Big, happy changes!). I’ve also been researching grad schools and future employment opportunities so that I may avoid the dreaded PC Mid-service Meltdown (the one when everyone rips out their hair screaming, “What am I going to do with my life?!” Note the subtle differences between that, the Pre-Service Panic Attack, “What am I doing with my life?!” and the End-of-Service Life-Eval, “What have I done with my life?!”). If all goes well, I hope to be getting my Master’s at American University in about 3 years time. If not, I’ll be applying to various jobs around the world and if all else fails, I’ll live on the street! Some people may call it being a hobo, but I’ll definitely put it on my résumé as “Conducted a social justice experiment on overcoming adversity while living below the poverty line and being homeless”. Wish me luck!
Until then, I really do love and miss you dearly. I am so sorry for not doing a better job at keeping in touch with you all.