Dealing with the Unexpected

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A lot has happened in the three and a half weeks since my last post. I kind of can’t imagine only posting once a month for the next nine months. Lucky for me the goal I set for myself was a minimum goal, not maximum, so if need be I’ll post more often in the future. For now, I’ll get started with the details of this month.

November started out to be kind of, sort of awesome. The first week of the month on Thursday and Friday, they decided to finally install the central heating units that had been sitting around in my school for the last two months. Cool for two reason: first, my school will have central heating!!!, second, we got to have five days off from school- including that following Monday and Tuesday, plus a planned field trip on Wednesday for the students. Not having school that Friday ended up working out perfectly for me because that Thursday evening my host sister from my PST family messaged me and asked if I was free the next day. I replied that I was and she replied with “Good, cause tomorrow we’re coming up to Peja to see you”. Ehhhh, spoken in true Albanian form and fashion. But yes, they did come all the way to Peja, from the other side of the country, just to visit me. It was great and so touching and my heart just swelled at all of their kindness and love.

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A failed attempt at a host mom, host daughter photo actually turned out great!

We went to out to eat in the square and then went to Drini Bardh, a very famous waterfall in the Peja area. After that they started back on their three hour journey home. And of course before they left they reminded me to come back and visit whenever I’m free. I want to, I truly want to, but it’s far and expensive on a PCV stipend. I’m glad they came to visit me though. My host mom always said they would once they bought a car and they did!!

Overall, I originally thought this month would be really busy. I’m currently involved in self-improvement projects like NaNoWriMo and two TESOL teaching classes I’m taking through (this is mainly to become a better teacher for my students), plus all of my school related work, but it didn’t turn out that way. On the contrary, the second week of the month I ended up not being able to do much of anything, because we were without internet for a week. That was really frustrating and has a complicated backstory, but long story short we have wifi again and my productivity can continue.

At the moment, things are progressing well. I just had my first after school English Club meeting with my 6th graders today, because a few expressed interest to me about wanting to take English after school lessons once they saw me working with my students in grades 7-9. Let me just say that course with 6th graders probably wouldn’t work if I didn’t speak Albanian. It’s already a hard enough language as it is and nothing is harder than trying to decipher what a bunch of screaming 6th graders are trying to tell you in their native tongue. But during course, while feeling the onset of a headache from having to classroom manage so much, a part of me realized how precious it was that my students were confident enough in my abilities to understand them (falsely so) that they could spit rapid fire Albanian at me. It was a truly cross-cultural moment if I’ve ever had one. I was also very proud of them for deciding by themselves that they wanted to stay after school in the first place.

Another honorable mention moment – two actually – would be showing my students pen pal letters that were sent from students in Georgia (the country). Another PCV is serving there and together we decided to create this letter exchange for our 5th and 9th grade students and let me just say that both grades absolutely lit up when they received the letters. I didn’t know what response I was going to get (I’d hoped they’d like the letters) from either class, but to say I was surprised by their excitement would be an understatement. Even my counterpart looked happy as she translated the letters to the 5th grade students enthusiastically sounding her. It’s absolutely true that their joy was infectious. This type of program is great for teachers like us, because there’s a tons of lessons rolled into one: practicing English outside the classroom and cross-cultural exchange, to name a few.

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My 9th grade students with their pen pal letters.

This year, I’m doing a lot more activities like this with my students, trying to be creative and take English outside of the classroom. Tomorrow, instead of having a standard lesson, my 9th grade English Club students are going to a museum in the city and after that I’m taking them to an American owned bakery where they will have the chance to practice ordering in English. I’ve also asked my Albanian language tutor to come and chat with them in English as a motivator so that they can see where all their hard work will lead if they keep practicing.

On Saturday of this week us Kosovo PCVs are throwing a going away party for our CD, because he’s leaving next week. I was one of the ones who offered to get food so I have to go in early. After this weekend, I’ll have pen pal letters to mail, mid term test to grade, normal teacher planning, and cooking to do for two Thanksgiving dinners I’ve been invited too. That will basically wrap up November. As far as school as a whole goes, we are now just under the one month marker for how much time we have left in this semester. I can’t believe it’s almost over, but I’m also really excited about my travel plans. I’ll write in my next monthly update about how my last month of first semester went and just what I plan to do over holiday break. Definitely a post were reading.



“To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.” ~ Oscar Wilde


Looking Forward

Snow capped mountains and wilting corn stalk can only mean one thing.

Snow capped mountains and wilting corn stalks can only mean one thing.

I am on the downslope of my Peace Corps service. I’ve been on the downslope of my service since August and ever then since, I’ve been in awe over the fact that I have less than a year in country. I’ve been really bad about blogging my PC experience this last year and change, although anyone who knows me has probably caught me furiously writing in my journal at some point in time. Even still, I’d like to commemorate my last ten months in country by writing at least one blog entry a month and posting it every 19th of the month. Barring extension or change of date – where one can leave 30 days before or after their official COS date – August 19, 2016 is my official COS date and surprisingly, I’m really looking forward to it.

I say surprisingly, because I love my service, I love being a Peace Corps Volunteer, and a year ago this time, extending was a definite possibility. However, now I can actually see myself leaving Kosovo in August. Maybe that’ll change in the next few months, who knows, but for now the impending August 2016 leave date for me feels like a bittersweet close to an awesome period of time in my life. The second year is so different from the first.The familiarity with the language, my community, and the way of life here makes everything more comfortable. I know the people and can move about with more ease than I could last year. It’s honestly, the little things that only time could have affected that make the second year what it’s turning out to be.

If I had to put it into perspective, last year was the learning year where a lot of mistakes were made all in the name of progress. This year seems like it’ll be the year of growth and successes. My November alone is packed to the brim with things that I have to accomplish, some for my own personal growth, but most to grow me as a teacher and volunteer. My students this year are all the students I had last year. I know what they’re all capable of after working with them for a year, so this year I’m a little more educated on how to approach their strengthens and weaknesses when it comes to learning English. In turn, I feel like they’re expecting more out of me as a teacher. In these first two months of the new school year alone I’ve had students come up to me, bright eyed and hopeful, about having English extracurricular courses, students who I’d originally thought were apathetic about learning the English language. I’ve had other students come up to me and give suggestions about what they’d like to learn about and do in the extracurricular English Clubs, when a year ago I would have been met with silent stares when asking for their input.

If last year was about planting seeds, then this year is about watching them grow. Peace Corps is always quick to remind us volunteers that we won’t see the effects of our service during our service. They say it might even be years before any changes in our communities start to show and maybe they’re right. If you’re planting the seeds of a giant oak tree then yea, it’ll take years to see it become the big, great mass that it’s meant to be, but if you look close enough in the beginning, you might just be able to see the little leaves of the sapling poke out from the soil. That’s what I’m witnessing now in this second year. I’m witnessing my students’ progress with the English language, their desire to speak out more and take initiative, where before they just waited for me to tell them what to do.

These last few months are definitely going to be great. I’m not looking forward to winter and the cold that it brings with it, but November is so packed with stuff to do, I’ll blink and it’ll be over. Then I’m blink again and Christmas will be here. I make it sound so dramatic when I put it that way, but it’s exactly how I feel at the moment.

“The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.” ~ E. A. Bucchianeri

The Many Loves of My Life

Life's little joys. NesVanil, anyone? Anyone?

Life’s little joys. NesVanil, anyone?

On this day last year I began my Peace Corps journey as a, then Peace Corps Trainee (PCT), by heading off to Washington, D.C. to participate in a process called Staging (kind of like a pre-orientation, orientation). Now, I’m sitting here in site in a beautiful country I’d never even heard of before Peace Corps, two days away from celebrating my one-year anniversary in country. Wow…just wow. I’m totally being nostalgic here, but I’ve experienced so many things this past year, that I don’t even know how to begin to put them into words.

I have about a week and a half left of school. After that, I’m flying home for two weeks on vacation to see some family, hug some necks (as my grandma would say), and half chill/half go crazy trying to do everything. It is vacation after all. Even now with a little less than two weeks left, I’m ready to go back and then I’m not ready. Though my reasons for going back are clear (to see family, cause most of my family members seem to be allergic to travel), I’m not exactly sure how I feel about stepping back onto American soil and the possible reverse cultural shock and all that goes with it.

What I do seem to be sure of, surprisingly, is my dedication to the Peace Corps, the people of Kosovo, and my hopes and aspirations for my service in the coming year. I remember talking to my mom about this in iMessage, telling her that even though I’m happy to be coming home to visit, my work here in Kosovo is still not over and I’d feel thoroughly discontented with myself if this were to be me coming home for good. And that’s not to say that I haven’t accomplished anything here yet. Change and development are slow and steady processes and being the first group in country is mostly about connecting with people and relationship building, as opposed to coming in thinking we’re going to save the world right out of the gate.

What I went on to explain to my mom is that, while I had an idea of it before, I completely understand now why Peace Corps is a two year committee instead of just one. This last year was all about learning and growing and making mistakes. I did a lot of things right, but I did a lot of things wrong too and I’ve learned from those mistakes. I’ve sat in a classroom for a year now, saw how my students learned, what motivated them and what bored them to tears, what was least useful, and what had them begging my co-teacher and I to stay a little longer even though the bell had rung five minutes ago. I know those things now and it’s not to stay that this coming year won’t be trial and error all over again, but what I will have on my side is familiarity, knowing my students, knowing my school, knowing my colleagues and co-teacher. I’m excited for my next year in service and really hopeful about the prospects. I’m ready to see my family and to stuff myself full with all the foods I’ve missed over the year, but it’s also really amazing how well I can see past those two weeks in America, to the tasks at hand I’ll have waiting for me when I get back to Kosovo.

Life can be real simple here. It can also be challenging beyond belief, but the simple things are sometimes the most beautiful things about life. Just yesterday I was looking through my Notes app on my iPhone trying to find where I’d written the names of all the peoples I’ve been, when stumble over this gem below (which inspired the title of this post). I wrote this list back in October, when I was still relatively fresh in my Peace Corps service. It’s amazing to read back over it now and realize how many of these things remain true and how it was ultimately living in Kosovo that made me consider, with intentionality, all the little things in life that make me happy. The list is by no means exhaustive and I don’t have favorites within it, but the last one really did make me smile.

The Many Loves of My Life

Soul-binding relationships (platonic and otherwise)
Handmade Jewelry
Silver handmade jewelry
My name necklace
Sharing what I’ve cooked
Being praised for my cooking
My room
Warm beds
The pursuit of minimalism and simplicity
The English Language
The study of the English Language
Speaking Chinese
American Chinese food
American Japanese food
Teaching English
Being a Peace Corps Volunteer


“Certainly travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is the change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.” ~ Mary Ritter Beard

Happy New Year!!!

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A little over a week into the new year and I’m still relatively excited about everything that’s going to happen…excited and a bit overwhelmed. There will be a lot going on this year: tests to be given, conferences to attend, as well as the the arrival of the Kosovo 2 cohort. I didn’t make any New Year’s resolutions for myself, and if I had I would have broken every last one already, seeming as I haven’t done anything in a constant fashion since the year started. Instead, I decided to be more mindful of things, things that I need, things that I have to accomplish, and also the needs of others around me, which is a really big one to consider as a Peace Corps Volunteer.

I don’t know what this blog’s purpose will be in 2015, if it’s to give advice, tell a story, or allow me to stream of consciously narrate anything and everything that’s happening to me (it’s probably not that one), but I know this to be true: six months, three seasons, and one new year later, joining Peace Corps and coming here to serve in Kosovo is still one of the best decision I’ve ever made in my life. It’s not easy. Life here is not easy, being a PCV is not easy, and I’d be lying through my teeth if I said it was. It’s worth it though. I hope I still feel that way come August 2016, but for now it’s true. Here look:

Have you ever seen a pretty sunrise?

Have you ever seen a prettier sunrise?

The experiences that I’ve been given here, the friends that I’ve made, even the trials that I face, all make serving here worth it. So in 2015, whether it’s finally deciding to apply for Peace Corps, doing that study abroad you’ve been dreaming about, asking that person out, or going on an adventure of a lifetime, whatever it is just try it. 2015 will be the best year of your life, not just because you believe it, but because it’s the one you’re living now. Go do something you think is worth it.

A Little Slice of Home

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I really like making things with my hands, seeing those creations come to life, and sharing them with others. That’s what cooking is to me – a process of creation. I won’t purport myself as an amazing cook, but give me a recipe and I can make something with it. That’s exactly what I did last Friday with the help of my counterpart (Peace Corps speak for co-teacher). The week before last I purchased this cute little cookbook from this cute little American style bakery in the city close to my village and immediately zeroed my focus in on a recipe for apple pie. I’d never tried to make anything so hard before, but since Thanksgiving is coming up soon I thought I’d give it a try. I told myself that I would try the recipe out first and if it worked out well, I’d make it again for my host family and for the other volunteers when we celebrate Thanksgiving in the mountains together this year.

The first thing I did was enlisted the help of my counterpart, who’s always interested in learning how to cook new American dishes. She lent me the use of her kitchen, some ingredients I didn’t have, and a helping hand then we set to work. Like I said, I’d never made anything so complicated before dessert wise, so everything could have gone wrong, but when nothing did I was pleasantly shocked. We had ingredients missing here and there, but the end result turned out to be this little beauty here:

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                As American as…^&^

Lucky for us, it wasn’t just pretty looking, it also tasted really good. Trust me this isn’t self-promotion of my amazing cooking skills (ha <- see I’m laughing at myself). If anything it’s a mixture of belated shock and feelings and I’ll try to explain those feelings as best I can. Apple pie is not an invention of America by any means, but over the years it’s become a symbol of American culture and tradition (at least in America). Even though, it doesn’t solely belong to America, it’s not something I can find too easily here in Kosovo. There’s a bakery on nearly every corner here and while you’ll be able to grab yourself a croissant me molla (apple croissant) – though I’d recommend the croissant me çokollatë (croissant with chocolate filling) myself, yum – you’d be hard press to find yourself a bakery that sells pita me molla (apple pie, sort of), at least the way we make it.

So to be able to make something that’s associated with American tradition with my Kosovar Albanian counterpart and her family, to share that part of my culture and have the product turn out good, was an amazing and overwhelming feeling. I walked out of my counterpart’s house with a feeling of happiness and accomplishment (and a slice of pie to go), that overflowed into everything else I did for the rest of the day. And needless to say I’ll be making two more of those yummies for Thanksgiving, so I’m hoping that this one didn’t happen to be beginners luck. I’ve been amazingly fortunate to experience so many culture insights through helping my family cook: from picking up walnuts in the yard that went in the baklava served to guest during mini-Bajram to helping my host sister make ajvar for the coming winter months. With Thanksgiving quickly approaching I’m glad I now have the opportunity to share with them a little of my culture through food.

My First In-Site “Run” (and a little Tour de Culture)

It’s unbelievable, right? My first post in a month long absence and I end up talking about exercise. In my defense, this is my freshest experience at the moment seeing as it basically happened a few hours ago. I also must mention as a disclaimer that I am not a runner, hints why run in the title is in quotations. I would like to enjoy the sport, however, and my goal is to one day run a half-marathon, which might happen sooner than I think. Kosovo actually has an annual half-marathon that’s held every year in Prishtina to my dismay (read: elation). At the moment, I’m trying to get myself to the point of running five minutes straight without the desire to pass out, but that’s our secret. People here seem to think I’m a hardcore runner, cause I mention the sport so much.

Now that I’ve gone and done it, I do wonder what took me so long. I’ve been in my quaint little village in the Peja municipality for nearly two months. I suppose it was a mixture of nerves and novelty. I feel very safe in my village, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s safe for a foreign female to go on a jog by herself out in near nowhere. When I say that I don’t even mean from other people. I mean from the elements, nature, and bad luck. Today, however, I decided to go for it. After teaching in the morning and hanging around the house for a few hours I got a little restless. Usually after class I come back home to study Albanian, read (can’t even count how many words have passed these eyes over the last almost two months), or prepare for the next day’s lesson. That wasn’t cutting it today and after one of our usual random power outraged forced me off the internet and outside among civilization, I decided to go for it. I doned my running gear, grabbed my music, and headed for the next village over that I’d never seen before.

Needless to say I made it back in one piece. The few noteworthy things to mention were the dog that got territorial and started barking when it saw me jogging closer (wild dogs are one of those safety concerns) – which made me slow my pace when passing by it, having to vacate the road for passing cars, and passing my students on different parts of the road as I jogged by.  All and all it wasn’t bad and I might even add it into my regular schedule as a way to build my endurance and see different parts of my sight that remain unexplored as of yet.

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Action Shot!! – See Peace Corps, I’m wearing my helmet.

That’s one of the things I like most about exercising in Kosovo, the nature. A few weeks ago, a couple of other volunteers and I went on the Tour de Culture, an annual non-competitive bike ride through different cities. This year, the bike ride was 49.5km from Vushtrri to Podjevo. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it all the way. I gave up around the 42km mark and had to take the bus the rest of the way, but it was an awesome experience that I’ll be participating in again next year. Hopefully next year there will be a lot more culturally stops. That’s one thing this tour didn’t have a lot of, because of the area in Kosovo we were biking through. I was banking on the cultural stops to get me through the long distance, but with only two rest stops during the entire tour before the end, it’s a miracle I made it as far as I did. Despite not making it all the way, it’s still one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.

My (Real) First Day of School

I feel like I finally have something to write about, apart from the day to day adventures of living and working in a foreign country, that is. School in Kosovo officially started September 1st, but unfortunately for me, my school’s currently being renovated. A new roof, new bathrooms, but until the bathrooms are complete the school can’t officially open up to the students. So last week from Monday to Thursday I got up, went to school, amended teachers’ meetings I couldn’t understand, received my books for class, and went back home. There’d be the occasional trip in to Peja for coffee, and the sporadic trip to Rugova where I ate the freshest fish I’d ever had it my life, but that was about it. I was told earlier last week that the bathrooms would be ready by Monday of this week and by the end of last week that statement was corrected and I was told that it’d be another week before they were complete.

Rugova Mountains

Rugova Mountains

I understand about the schedule changes. These things happen, but I was starting to wonder about what that meant for me as a volunteer. What would Peace Corps do if they found out that I wasn’t working in a classroom? What should I be doing instead, besides reviewing the books for the school year? I was considering contacting someone, maybe Peace Corps or the Ministry of Education and seeing if an open school would like a volunteer for a week, but today I learned about the solution that had been agreed upon. As it turns out when the school does finally open we’ll be having class from Monday to Saturday until all the missed days are made up for. My counterpart told me to keep reviewing and rest for this week, because starting next week or so, we’ll be having class six days a week, which I really don’t mind. I like this solution much better than going to visit a school in a community were I won’t be living and working in for the next two years. I’ll gladly work a few Saturdays if it means the students in my community get the attention they need from me when it comes to learning English.

Speaking of students, I had the chance to introduce myself to two of my classes today, while the students were in school being informed about the schedule changes. It was a perfect chance for me to gauge my students’ English ability to figure out what level of understanding most students where at in both classes. I’m really impressed at the level of English that both my classes speak. Because today wasn’t a real class day I tried to make the exchange communicative as opposed to focused on accuracy or grammar. There were nerves on both sides, but the more we talked the more they opened up and in the second class there were enough students to play a game.

After exhausting the standard, “What’s your name? “How was your summer? questions, I saw that I was losing their attention quickly. I asked if they wanted to play a game and this one student was very adamant in saying that she didn’t like playing games in the classroom. I almost went back to asking questions, but decided to at least try the game to see how it’d work. It’s a game I’d played myself before – while studying Albanian – called “Bang, Bang”, a game that another volunteer had introduced us to. It’s a game of speed. Usually how it goes is -when I played – someone would say a word in English and the people playing would have to be the first to say it in Albanian then yell “bang, bang” as they held their fingers like pretend guns. The person who said it first and correctly stayed in place while someone else replaced the loser. Minus, the whole having them fake kill each with pretend guns and shouts of “bang, bang”, I basically had two students stand in the front of the class facing each other as I called out a word in Albanian. It was the perfect opportunity to embarrass myself in Albanian, so that they knew it was okay to potentially embarrass themselves in English.

It was a great game for them, allowing them to review the English they’d learned, without the atmosphere being terribly competitive. By the time my counterpart said that it was time to go, all the students had taken at least two turns (including the girl who wasn’t interested in playing games in class) and they still expressed interest in continuing the game even though “class” was over. That kind of enthusiasm for school makes me really happy as a teacher. It’s going to be challenging at times for sure, but I’m confident that this is going to be a great school year for all of us.



“Teaching is more than imparting knowledge, it is inspiring change. Learning is more than absorbing facts, it is acquiring understanding.”  ~William Arthur Ward