22 January 2007

in kyiv for language and medical


Taught for three days, in between holidays and being sick from jetlag—that shit makes me nauseous. My students are pretty much the same as before, but I think I’m learning how to cope. In America, we have our discipline system. It’s a rule-goverened kind of affair. Here, it’s more about yelling. I don’t yell. I don’t like to yell. I’m an inside voice kind of guy. So I leave it up to the headmistress of each class. This is something that I didn’t try this year, but have already employed this year. Behvavior gets reported to the headmistress and then the yelling starts. I’ve never found yelling effective, but nothing I did last year worked out in the class as far as discipline went. I know it’s a cop out, but as long as I’m not the one yelling….

Headed to kyiv tonight (well, will be in kyiv by the time I post this) for mid-service medical training and language training. Will get to see all of our friends who live in various other parts of the country. I’ve made a plan with myself to only drink juice. Juice only. We’ll see how it goes.

Being in America gave me a sense of calm. Being here, I haven’t descended into the frustration et all that I felt last year. Of course, it’s only been a week.

Walked a friend to the train station a few days ago. We went out at 530am. It was dark. Three boys followed us—and when I say followed, I really just mean they were walking in the same direction that we were. But the pursuit made me remember how dark this country is at night. There isn’t much in the way of street lights. It wasn’t the safest walk ever walked, and I’m glad I didn’t let my friend go alone. In the train station, I waited for my other friend, who was coming in on a train from kyiv. I wasn’t gonna walk home alone.

I can't believe it's almost been a year since the last langauge refrsher Karen attended. Man, we had a lot of fun then, which was nice after coming back from my gma's funeral last year. God, I can't beieve that was a year ago. We're gonna be outta here before we even realize.

Jeez, it's almost February!

16 January 2007


jet f'in lag.

it's like a monster clawing at my brain. and i can't seem to shake it.


glad to be back tho.

11.5 months (or so) to go.

and jenn's comment was right on: being a PCV changes you wholly.

11 January 2007

doing the countdown again

getting out of the states soon. going back to ukraine. refreshed. ready to finish up my service. shed myself of much of the frustration i felt about ukraine. definitely very happy about living in america, something i thought i wouldn't come to. i was pretty much done with it when i left for ukraine in the first place. now, thankfully, i have a whole new perspective. that's one major thing i am thankful for about my experiences in ukraine. it has helped me appreciate my life here so much more. and it has helped me realize the really important things: friends and family. and has helped me weed out the really unimportant things: stuff and fake people. also, the gains in patience that i have made are worth the price of admission, the price of service.

here are a few pics we took down here in san diego with karen's family and up north with my family. being home has been so rejuvinating. i am so appreciative for all the time people took to be with us. we have such amazing people in our lives, and i hope they all know how wonderful they are. the energy they have given to us will sustain us throughout the last eleven months.

me, uncle jr., justin, greg

karen preparing holubtsi (cabbage rolls)

us in front of the christmas tree