Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Catching Up (Part 3 of 3)



Plans for After Peace Corps
Peace Corps is quite the journey. However, when it comes to an end, there’s no fade away into the credits, life goes on, and I’ve had to take a hard look at what’s next. I decided to apply to CU Denver and only CU Denver for a Master in Public Administration. There were other great schools I looked at, but none of them could justify the cost. In addition, CU Denver was one of the few geared towards working professionals making it easy to get two more years of work experience, and a salary while I go to school. They also have an internship program which would be ideal for me, a fully paid position working with a Colorado town for two years with their different offices. It matches my work with a Filipino local government for three years, and what I may do in the future after. It’s certainly no guarantee, but it’s worth a shot.

The only other school I found that really appealed to me was the Maxwell School at Syracuse, the supposed top Public Administration program. However, after researching it more and more, at best I’d just barely squeeze in since they expect a strong quantitative (math and statistics) background and a clear career vision, neither which I have, two things I’m hoping to gain from a Masters program, not have as I go into one. It would be pushing off at least a semester to CU Denver, to just maybe get into a school that at least on paper doesn’t sound like the right fit.

That internship opportunity at CU Denver has put a stop on most my post-service vacation plans, the interview’s sometime in November. I had originally wanted to blow away my readjustment allowance doing what I call “Forrest Gumping” across South Korea, China, Nepal, and New Zealand with each spot a very different experience from meditation, to a road trip, to seeing old friends. It’s not really a big deal, and it’s trading one good experience for a great opportunity. The one annoying part about it was that my vacation plans were meant to represent how I was going to put adventure first and work second, which turned out to be wrong. Work is exactly why I’m cutting it shorter than planned. However, one of the things I’ve learned abroad is to roll with it.

If things work out, I’ll start both work and school in January, and in two years have that much more experience, a Masters, and will have most my loans paid off. Cross my fingers.

Batch 273
There now are 273 groups of Volunteers that have come to the Philippines. In the past, there were multiple groups each year, but in recent history it’s just been once a year. This was my second year at the Initial Orientation of an incoming batch, and it’s interesting what stays the same and what’s different. Typhoon Glena rolled in the middle of it, knocking the power and water out. Luckily our venue had a generator and was able to go out for water so we’d have enough to drink and bathe, but other than that it went pretty smoothly. Really, I mostly just answered questions on what Peace Corps Philippines is like, and tried to put out a calm, relaxed front since it’s a time that a lot of people are stressed and uncertain. Oh, and of course trying to get to know eighty different individuals to help give our staff a few thoughts on potential site placements. That was probably the tricky part.

I’ll get to see the new group two more times (barring changes). Early September I’ll be around to see the announcement of their permanent sites, and in mid-September be around for their Swearing In.

Batch 271
I also had the chance to go to Batch 271’s Closing of Service Conference, the group that came a year after me completing their servicing save for the few which decided to extend like me. Luckily I didn’t have to jump straight from working with the Trainees discovering the Philippines for the first time, to the experienced group readying to say goodbye, there were a few weeks in between. Still, it was interesting to go from an evaluation to start matching Trainees to sites, to celebrating a service finished. I probably did my best videoke performance (not that I’ve set the bar high for myself) with Lean On Me (since they didn’t have Hakuna Matata). Also my first time to see Bohol, though sadly didn’t have time to do any sightseeing.

Although in some ways this COS Conference was more real than my batch’s COS last year in the sense that I’m actually going to be leaving soon this time, it didn’t have the same weight for me personally. Although all of us share the experience of serving in the Philippines, there’s something magical about one’s own group of peers we start Peace Corps with, because those are the people you not only experience service together, but go through those experiences at the same time, and have the stories to share.

Nothing to Prove, Celebrate
The end of my time in the Philippines, at least for now, has sunk in, and it’s a mixture of eagerness and apprehension. I’m eager to get back to the States to see family and friends, to take advantage of what America has to offer, and to appreciate it like I hadn’t before. The gym, a coffee shop, a bleu cheese chicken wrap. However, it’s going to be hard to let go of the daily stimulus being somewhere different, where the language is different, where there are surprises even after three years. It’ll be hard to let go of the friends and family I’ve made here.

The advice my Sector Manager Ambet told me was that I have nothing left to prove, to celebrate. I needed those words, as I had kept thinking of how I could do just one more thing, how I could try to make the most of the rest my time work-wise. However, there will be more Volunteers after I leave, there will always be the locals, I don’t have to finish anything because there’s nothing to finish. Things will keep moving. I owe it to the people I’ve met and myself to enjoy myself. I still have the Youth Summit (maybe), but other than that, I’ll be trying to make the transition out of Peace Corps on a positive note hopefully without putting extra weight on my shoulders.


The Last Weeks?
Really nothing big is on the horizon. Probably get a traditional Kalinga tattoo before I leave. Do some paperwork. I’ll probably only have a couple more blog posts, one to talk about the last few events to come, and another to conclude my thought about Peace Corps, the Philippines, and of myself. 

Monday, August 11, 2014

Catching Up (Part 2 of 3)


Peace Corps Volunteer Leader, a Wealth of Experiences
Peace Corps in generally is a time we get a heavy dose of life, seeing an entirely new perspective and way to live. How much more so this third year has been now that I’m in a position to support other Volunteers, hearing more of the good, the bad, and in the in between than my first two years combined. I’ve moved from one conversation where someone has shared their excitement with how everything’s fallen into place, to immediately after sympathizing with someone whose work fell through, and then right after that trying to explain to a third Volunteer how the issues they’ve experienced at site are actually a normal part of the culture. It’s kept me on my toes.

Working with our support staff in Manila has taught me a great deal about management and the challenges any organization faces. Unlike newer Peace Corps posts, we have a pretty veteran staff in the Philippines who can recall back to Volunteers from ten years ago or more. I had first thought I might be there to really seal in a gap somewhere in our office, I’ve ended up more of the cherry on top, the office can function without a Peace Corps Volunteer Leader, but I have been one more pair of eyes, another set of hands to help out and ease the workload from others. I’ve had countless rich conversations, especially with our Filipino staff about American culture from our drive to have extracurricular activities and how that makes Volunteers so competitive in getting into one our committees, to the preconceptions of culture having to do with festivals and food but not considering values and behavior. I’ve tried to pick up on some of the good practices I’ve seen from holding back, to the art of asking questions, to figuring out when to let go and when to hold firm.

I’ve said before that Peace Corps has been a chance for me to have more responsibility and leadership than I’d probably get in a job back in America, and a feel it’s been doubly so for this third year. However, just like my service in Dupax, being PCVL hasn’t had its own trials and tribulations.

Strengths and Weaknesses
Although I’ve kept my dry, satirical sense of humor off the blog for the most part, people who know me have had the pleasure (or pain), of listening to me make absurdity out of the serious. Claims of divine right to rule the islands, a desire to replace to Coastal Resource Management training materials with “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish” by Dr. Seuss, saying “all the perks and none of the works!”, are all just a few examples. I amuse myself. However, although for the most part it’s been fine, my humor’s been misunderstood a few times, one case being when I made a crack that an upcoming two week conference would have zero alcohol was taken seriously, and led to some annoyed Volunteers. It was a good lesson for me to be more careful of what I say. Even as I reflect back on my humor that didn’t backfire on me, it wasn’t necessarily the best way to present myself as a leader. We’re taught from a young age to just be ourselves, but I think that although we shouldn’t be someone we’re not, it’s important to emphasize certain qualities over others at times. In this case, I would have been best served showing my serious, deeper side more often.

The other trip up that comes to mind was my strong need to add my voice. I joined in discussions and debates feeling that I needed to contribute at least a little bit to it, but soon enough some of the staff let me know not to worry so much about saying something all the time. Think about it, filter through ideas first, and if there were meetings when I was silent, it wasn’t a problem at all.

They’ve both been good things to learn about myself, and about working in a management position, but luckily I’ve also found some strengths as well. It has been a great experiencing working with two cultures and bringing a better understanding between both. Working with new and old staff and Volunteers about a variety of issues, most of them having at least a little to do with cultural differences has gone pretty well. One of those times was recently working with our Diversity Committee. Diversity is very, very difficult subject as even the most conscious of us aren’t on the same page sometimes. Do we say black or African American? Do we say LGBT, LGBTIQA, or should we not lump those all together? Is it the third world, a developing nation, a poor nation, etc? That’s just the definitions (which I’ve heard contradicting beliefs on all those and more), let alone once we dig into the heart of these issues and how they pertain to service. What I did though was to ask our committee to really focus on how we can come up with solutions to the challenges Volunteers face, not venting, and to not get constrained too much by fearing to offend anyone, but to be mindful and ready to adapt if toes do get stepped on.

The year has also been a great time to test my self-discipline. At times when I’ve struggled, whether from having a cold, bad news from home, stress at sight, etc, and I’ve found myself in a position to support someone else, I put my own issues to one side to do what I had to. When I was a Volunteer support was often a teeter totter, going back and forth, but being PCVL the support is a lot more one sided, and pushing through any current struggles to be on top of my game has made me feel a lot more confident as a professional.

I think one last thing that comes to mind as a strength is that I do care. Even when someone disregards my advice and gets mad, or when I know someone’s been dancing around the rules, I’ve still rooted for them to have a successful service. When people succeed I do feel happy for them, just as I really do feel for it when people struggle with their service. As I said above, it’s a bit of a roller coaster going from highs to lows listening to Volunteers, but I believe I’ve been successful at it because it matters to me, and I don’t have to worry about pretending.

Jerome
During one of the conferences, I was attending an optional evening session when I received a text. I took a look at it in case it was important, in case I was needed elsewhere. It was from my host sister during my training. My host father Jerome had passed away. I quickly collected my things, and silently left so I could find a place alone to grieve, and find out the details and when the funeral would be. Half an hour later I informed the staff I’d be skipping out on the weekend field trip to head up to La Trinidad to pay my respects.

Getting there wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been. The annual Flower Festival up north was happening and I had to wait an extra day to get up there. I arrived at night on Saturday believe the service was Sunday morning. The burial was, but the service had been going on for three days straight, and when I arrived at the house I stayed at while learning Ilokano and the do’s and don’ts in the Philippines, I found the front yard packed with people. I waited for a few minutes until I received another text from my host sister beckoning me to come inside.

What I found inside was a score of elderly women who had come down from the Mountain Province where my host family was originally from, rocking back and forth and chanting, some of who could barely see, some of who had the traditional bands of tattoos that have fallen out of use in the country. Like so often in my time here, I was the only foreigner, and much the topic of curiosity.

It was a night where cultures and eras clashed and mixed together, Christian songs were sung outside while traditional music was spoken within. We watched a PowerPoint slide of his final years, and I discovered my family had a lot more pictures of me wearing the loincloth I used for our Swearing In cultural performance than I remembered. They asked me to speak, and I did, in the language Jerome helped teach me. I shared my tears with them showing a bit of the Western culture of sadness at funerals. I came to find out that the women weren’t chanting, but that they were making up the song and steps as they went along, making jokes and celebrating his life and so I cheered up and accepted their happiness in return. The next morning he was buried about a five minute walk away from the house.

I remember my first time meeting Jerome. We drove from Manila to La Trinidad and were introduced to our host families. Jerome seemed shy, and a little overwhelmed by the crowd, making me worried that for two months I’d be with a man too timid to speak. However, when we departed for the house he relaxed and after I put my things inside I sat out on the porch with him. At first I pointed to objects and asked for the Ilokano word and he replied. Soon enough we both fell silent, and after half an hour of quiet I realized that everything was going to be all right, not just with him, but with my service.

To date, I feel my greatest success as a Volunteer was being a part of his life, and being there at the end.

Sunrise
I’ve missed out on a lot of vacations that my friends have taken in the Philippines. Sometimes I had work, other times I didn’t have the money for it. I have tried to go on more trips my final year though, I have plenty of vacation days (honestly, with two vacation days a month, plus holidays… a lot more than I need), and it’s been good with the added responsibility to force myself to have more fun now and then. Perhaps the most memorable trip I’ve taken was to Mount Pulag, the tallest mountain one the main island of Luzon, and the second biggest in the Philippines (the tallest is in a restricted area). With only a couple of days forewarning, another Volunteer asked if I was interested, and feeling spontaneous, I said why not? After all, it was Holy Week and everyone was off work.

A group of eight of us Volunteers, plus one Filipino friend of some of the group, all met in Baguio city. We took a bus to the base camp, hired a guide, and took about a four hour hike up to the campsite. It was cold, even by American standards, and none of us were really equipped for it used to a lot warmer weather. We rented a small tent that we had to jam pack in, and I think we averaged about two hours of sleep that night. As I’ve continuously said, service gets you used to challenges, make you more patient, and it shined that night as though we were all tired, cold, and annoyed, we laughed it off knowing we’d all have a good story to tell. We woke up around three in the morning, to make the final hour worth of hiking, and made it with about twenty minutes to spare before I was treated with the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen in my life.

Coming from Colorado with the Rocky Mountains, that was no small feat, but we were above the clouds that made an ocean of white below the green hills that led up to the summit. It was like watching two sunrises at once, the first once which lit up the clouds, the second making a contrasting color once the sun peaked over the cloud line. Having a great conversation with a pretty girl to boot, it was a trip well worth it, and these excursions have added a lot of great memories. I made it back to my own site by the end of the day, and I slept and slept and slept.

One more to go…
The Peace Corps has been a time to really learn more about myself, to figure out what I’m doing well at, and what I need improvement on, and that’s really helped me figure out what to do next in my life. The memories have been both brilliant and bittersweet.

For my final post recapping the lost time, I’ll talk about my plans after service, and working with the new batch that came in this July.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Catching Up (Part 1 of 3)



It’s been a long time since I updated my blog. It was for a few reasons. The leading candidates were 1) I don’t want to talk about specific cases of Volunteer support even if I don’t include the names 2) there’s been less to say about what’s been going on in Dupax and 3) procrastination.

However, I’m getting around to catching up. Hopefully in the next couple weeks I’ll make up for my long, eight month absence from the blog.

Dupax del Norte and my Pride
One of the things I learned very quickly in Peace Corps was that I needed to keep my wild expectations in check. Although I had a pretty good idea I wouldn’t be starting any massive chain reaction of development and success that would affect thousands, I did have that vain hope, testing the waters to see if I wasn’t the chosen one to save the day, not surprised when the answer was a clear “no sir, you are not.” However, even with over two years of checking myself, being realistic and mindful, I found myself unprepared to watch the projects and work I had dry up.

The Third Annual Leadership Summit was postponed from December to April, and then was postponed yet again when April rolled around. The last barangay I had hopes for to get an out of school youth organization for fell apart in part because it was too far away to easily access, in part because too many parts were stalling, but also in part because I lost my own steam. It’s that last part that really struck home, that despite all my experience, despite being given the position of the “leader”, I was still just as prone to make mistakes. As my Sector Manager put it, I had a lot of reasons for why things weren’t going smoothly, but not enough to account for how much I had stalled. The irony of offering advice to Volunteers who were struggling with some of the same problems I had wasn’t lost on me, but then again at least it gave me a lot of perspective when I spoke to them, and through it gave myself some good pointers at the same time.

Ultimately, the Pagasa Youth Association, my number one reason for extending a third year, will not be a reality when I leave. I’ll be compiling as much information as I can on it for someone else, whether another Volunteer, or more likely my office, to try to tackle on later, but at this time it’s something that requires more people power than is there at the moment. The youth summit looks like it’s still a go for before I leave, most likely late August, and I may have a few smaller things to do between now and when I leave in October, but that big, shining bar that I was trying to jump over turned out to be a little too high, and though it’s taken some months for my pride to fully accept it, I can say with certainty that my success in my third year doesn’t hinge on that project alone.

One thing I do appreciate about Peace Corps, are the lessons in failure. I know, it sounds pretty pessimistic, but I don’t really mean it in that way. We all make mistakes, no one’s perfect, and accepting the losses that have come has been a pretty liberating experience coming from a country that always like to be number one. Although my primary project didn’t work out, the world is still spinning, I can still walk with my head held high, and Dupax is still my home away from home. Next big thing I undertake (and I’m sure they’ll be plenty) I’ll be wiser.

The Annual Report
One little gem I got to work on as PCVL was our 2013 Annual Report, which serves as a brochure primarily used for our in-country partners and potential sites for Volunteers. I never really had any experience in marketing, and only a few school projects here and there for making promotional materials, so it was a chance for me to work on something I wasn’t very familiar with.

I had always put down that I was proficient with Microsoft Word on my resume before, but playing around with it trying to put picture in the right place, get text to slide over, made me realize I didn’t know as much about it as I thought I did. With a little help, and some patience, I worked out the kinks though, and was able to pull it off. Although it’s still not my expertise, I think it’ll be a lot easier next time I have something similar to work on.

Manila
One of the changes we undergo in the Peace Corps is getting used to what is the extraordinary back in America. Live chickens on a bus? Exotic foods? A vastly different language? Different cultural norms? At first we trip over the roots and rocks thrown in our way as we try to get our feet accustomed to the new ground, and in time we do. A lot less phases me now whether it’s typhoon winds and rain, street animals, or treacherous roads. However, Manila is a slightly different animal than the rest of the Philippines, one of the most densely populated cities in the world, and where I’ve been spending about half my time this last year.

The Peace Corps gave me an apartment in Manila, a place they intend to use for future PCVLs (and two Volunteers have now been selected and will officially be taking over for me mid-September), and although our pension house had a lot of good memories, having a place to myself was really nice. I didn’t refuse the opportunity to cook my own food, have my own bed. On a major street that doesn’t get too many foreigners, the kids around figured out in just a few days that I was a regular and stopped asking for money. As I’ve mentioned in the past, I’m not really in a position to help an entire family on the streets, and when I mention in Tagalog that I work with the Social Welfare and Development Office, they walk away. I’ve found a few places in the area that have been great, a large grocery store where I can go hog wild and get a lot of what I missing back in America, and a hot wing joint where I can spend way too much money on. With all these things, this big city hasn’t been as bad as I had feared, however there is one thing that has been a pretty big lesson for me.

There have been days where going home from the Peace Corps office I’ve been tired, annoyed, even upset, and I’ve seen the families on the street smiling, laughing, despite having nothing but a box over their heads, and some of the children not even having clothes. My favorite teacher in high school once quoted a friend of his saying that being rich didn’t make one happy, for they had seen many unhappy rich people, but it was better to be unhappy with money than unhappy without it. Sitting back in my place, with a hot meal on the table, a warm drink in my hands after those tougher days, I can’t say I always managed to make myself smile again, but I certainly appreciated and felt blessed for what I did have, no matter the problems the morning and afternoon had brought. As to how I feel about the large gap in wealth? Well, that’s something I’m still thinking about, and an exception to the things I’ve become accustomed to. Perhaps more thoughts on it another day.

Changes to the Peace Corps
Recently the Peace Corps has made some changes. You can now ask for a specific country and program rather than request a general preference. Same sex couples are now being allowed, and as an extension unmarried couples (since not all states allow same sex marriage, thus making it impossible for some same sex couples to sign up otherwise, but if they’ll allow some non-married couples, they need to open it for all). The process is also supposed to be faster now.

Early in the year I was part of a training for same sex couples as the Philippines was considered a country where they might send one of the first same sex couples. The point of the training was to make sure there weren’t any preparations of extra considerations we had to make if we did receive a couple. The general consensus was not really, that it wouldn’t take that much extra work. We did not get a same sex couple this year though, however the training was still interesting, and at least it’s taken care of for when such a couple eventually does serve in the Philippines.

Summary of Part I, and Coming Up Next…
Mistakes, hard lessons, and more challenges, it’s the bread and butter of service. Although I’m still waiting for the day when I look back on something I’ve undertaken and say, “That went absolutely perfect, wouldn't change a thing!” I realize that is the day I stop learning.

I’ll be talking more about what being the PCVL has meant to me, a few notable experiences, and plans for after Peace Corps now that I’m pretty set on what’s coming next. Hopefully the next part will be up in a week or so while I still have a little free time.