In the Peace Corps you have good days and bad. Good weeks and bad. Good months and bad. Lately I've been having a rough time of it. I've been homesick, got bronchitis, the food hasn't been that good lately, the weather is trying to hold on to winter, and I'm at the point in the year when most first year teachers start to burn out. Then you add on top of this that you're in a foreign country and your usual Ben and Jerry's pick-me-up is unavailable, and all this can make for a cranky Jessie. Actually, I've heard that a lot of volunteers have been having a rough time lately, so I guess it's just that time of year.
Teaching yesterday was hard, I hadn't slept well and was in a bad mood. My partner criticized me for drinking water in front of the students (I still haven't figured that one out). And our school director is in some sort of a funk that has put all the teachers on edge.
Yesterday was also a religious holiday. There are so many here that I don't keep track. But it was something to do with being the first day of spring. I got home and one of my host mom's friends was waiting there with a towel and home-made bread as a present for me. I thanked her profusely, went to my room and ate the bread with the peanut butter I just got in a care package from my mom. Some how that righted things. That and the Girl Scout cookies. Things are looking up.
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