Last night when I went to bed there were dark rain clouds on the horizon. I assumed it would pour for an hour or so at night, as it sometimes does, and be sunny the next day. But when I woke up in the middle of the night it was raining very lightly, and it continued this morning and throughout the day. This was the first day it had rained all day, and it was also the first day I had worn jeans in the community (yes, it was that cold!)
I took this opportunity to sleep in a little longer, and get caught up on some “documentation” of interviews and meetings that I had to do. I didn't feel too bad about staying in the house, because nobody else was leaving their houses either. The professors for the public school never arrived, and classes were cancelled in one of the after/before school programs. It's not that it was raining that hard, in fact, it was basically sprinkling all day, but since there are no paved roads, any time there is any water at all in the streets it makes them very muddy and difficult to get anywhere. So all day, everybody was in their house.
After I got done doing some work I came and sat with my family. The girls were doing some chores, my host mom was cooking and a neighbor who lives next door but comes over to eat with us (since he's not married and doesn't have a wife to cook for him) was sitting in the room as well. I decided this was the perfect time to start learning Kreyol, up until now I have only mastered how to say “How are you?” in Kreyol, but this alone charms all the old Haitian men who come and greet me. So I began asking our neighbor how to say certain things. He is a small, wirey though still strong man who came from Haiti forty years ago to work in the sugar cane fields. He now grows some food on a plot of land he has, and he always brings us bananas and plaintains to eat and sell to others. He is one of the ones who is particularly thrilled that I can say “I am good, how are you?” in Kreyol. So he started naming things around the room in Kreyol, and I went writing them down phonetically, since Kreyol is basically a phonetic language. My host mom would chime in every once in a while with a word as well. Soon I had two pages full of words, but remembered very few. Thanks to my French skills however, I was able to impress my family by counting in Kreyol (the numbers are basically the same as French).
When it finally stopped raining for a while I made a very slippery trek over to the health clinic. The clinic is run by the government and has a nurse and an intern (a student who has studied medicine in the university for 5 years and is now giving a year to the governmet) who live there during the week days and then leave and go back to their homes in the city during the weekends. Today the doctor was the only one in the clinic, so I got to sit down with her and do a little bit of interrogating about the health in the community. Some of the problems she sees most frequently have to do with parasites, dehydration of children (a result of vomiting and diahrrea, which is also related to parasites), diabetes, high blood pressure and a lack of folic acid in the older population. We also discussed the absence of family planning and the high rate of teenage pregnancy in the community. It was interesting to talk to her about what she has seen so far, and how important education is in preventing things such as parasites and dehydration.
I had been chatting with her for about an hour when four teenage boys came in carrying a seven year old who was crying. They explained that he had jumped off of a wall and cut his foot on a piece of zinc (tin). He foot was bleeding a lot, and so the kids laid him on the operating table and the doctor began to clean the wound and stitch it up. When she gave him the shot he started screaming and crying because he thought that the doctor was going to amputate his foot, which of course the teenage boys were telling him was going to happen. He tried to get off the table and the 4 boys and I had to use all of our strength to hold him down. We had to hold him there for a good six or seven minutes while she was stitching up his foot, and for about 5 minutes he was screaming and crying and yelling curse words that I only recently learned. When the doctor was about finished his parents came in. They didn't seem particularly worried or sympathetic; they just stood there and said, "I told you not to leave the house, now are you going to wear your shoes?" The doctor told them that they had to be sure and get him another tetanus shot (the clinic hasn't received the medicine from the government lately so the family has to take the 45 minute motorcycle ride to the nearest town to get it), and gave him some more medicine. Then one of the boys carried him to his house on his back.
I asked the doctor if she had to stitch up a lot of kids, and she said it happened very frequently, and once two boys came in together because they had been throwing rocks at each other and both needed stitches in their head. I must say, this community is certainly lucky that it has this clinic to patch them up when things like this happen!
**Note--three days letter I went to the little boy's house to check on him, he was already running around and in perfectly good shape, despite the fact he had three stitches!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
November 15th, 2008--My new job(s)
Well things are certainly picking up here in Las Pajas, I have now officially become the community photographer/lifeguard/PE teacher/youth organizer (what my real job is supposed to be)/community documenter.
Let me start off by saying that, as most of you know, I'm not one to sit around all day not doing anything. So although Peace Corps wants us to focus on our “Community Diagnostic” for these first three months, I have decided that it's not going to take up enough of my time, so I have taken it upon myself to find other things to occupy my time. One of those things has become teaching PE at the local elementary school. Previously I had gone and visited several classes at the public school and helped teach some classes at what would be the equivalent to an after school program in the US. It's actually another school run by a community member here; kids from k-4th grade go to this school the first part of the day, and the public school the second part of the day. This school evolved because public schools here only offer 3-4 hours of schooling a day, and adding in recess and settling down time, the kids only get about 2.5 hours of instruction daily. To make up for that, many communities, including mine, have these before or after school programs. When one of the teachers can't make it, I sometimes stand in for them and try to teach a class to third or 4th graders. Believe me, it is NOT easy, I now have so much more respect for teachers anywhere, but especially elementary school teachers! Part of the problem is that these kids are squished into small, hot spaces to learn, and there are so many children that it is hard to keep them under control. They also, understandably, have a ton of energy and nowhere to expend it. That's how I got the idea to teach PE. Two Canadian nuns who are working in the community and I met with the elementary school teachers and told them what our strengths were and asked them where they needed help. They jumped at the idea of giving the kids PE classes, because they have so much built up energy that goes towards fighting and being rowdy. So last week I began giving PE classes, however I ran into several challenges:
1. There are no balls or bats at the school. The other day I asked the kids if they wanted to play baseball and they said yes, they found a little squishy ball and broke a stick in half to use as a bat. It worked fairly well, I must admit, but it would be better to have the real thing.
2. There is no field or court in the school. There used to be a concrete court with basketball hoops, however the hoops have since broken off and the concrete has cracks. There is a field-ish area a little ways from the school, but taking a group of kids over there and trying to keep track of them would be a nightmare.
So my version of PE for these kids (I had 3rd and 4th graders one day and 5th and 6th graders the other) was running around a lot, stretching, playing an active version of “Simon Says” and teaching them some kickboxing moves (only the kicking part, I didn't want to start with the boxing and get them fighting with each other again!). Unfortunately, these things can only entertain them for so long, so after that we played some makeshift baseball. I am going to rack my brain for more activities for next week, but I have one more problem: I still haven't figured out how to say “play tag” en espanol...if anyone knows please let me know asap!
As I mentioned before, I have also become the town photographer. I took pictures of all the kids that go to the local high school 45 minutes away so that we could send the pictures to the Canadian donors who finance the trip. After that, my neighbor asked me to take pictures of her daughter's second birthday party, which I gladly did. Of course, my host family had to jump in on the fun too, so I was asked to take a picture of my pregnant host sister as a “7 month momento” and then, since the rest of the family didn't want to be left out, they had me take a picture of them as well. I have a feeling the picture taking is not going to stop any time soon!
Another job here: Lifeguard. Two weeks ago a large group of us (ranging from 4 year olds to 30 year olds, though I had only announced the event to my youth group) decided to trek to the river, which is about a half an hour away on foot. When we arrived the current was fairly strong, and since I was one of the few who could swim, I was charged with the task of helping other people across the river to the other side where there is a more beachy area. Some people were afraid of the current, but I have to admit that I don't know where knowing how to swim would have been much help—this part of the river was only about 2 feet deep. I was also in charge of making sure the little kids didn't cross into the deeper part of the river.
My real job: Youth organizer. My youth group has been making a lot of progress, and every time more kids show up than I would have ever expected! We can only meet at about 8pm because of all the activities and different schedules the kids have. The problem with meeting so late is that occasionally we do not have electricity at this time, and we can't have a successful meeting. Two nights ago we were going to meet and talk about the different sports they wanted in the community, but the electricity didn't come on until 9pm, so there was no meeting. The next night, when we were planning on meeting and discussing how to clean up the community, there were kids coming at 730 and 745 just waiting for the meeting to start. In the end we had about 30 kids listening to the doctor talk about cleanliness, and then discussing what we need to start a volleyball and baseball team. It's amazing that these kids are so enthusiastic about these activities, and I love seeing them take the responsibility for getting things done!
Last job: Community Documenter. Since I am doing interviews now with different people in the community, we are asking them what kinds of things affect the community and what they would like to see in the community. Almost everybody says that the road leading out of the community is a huge problem; there is only one road and it hasn't been maintained since the sugar cane company was up and running about 12 years ago. Because of it's current state, a 12 kilometer trip to town (a little more than 7 miles) takes 30-45 minutes on a motorcycle, and is incredibly unpleasant. If the road were in better shape, people would be able to travel more quickly and frequently to the nearest town to study and work.
The other main problem that affects the community is unemployment; ever since the sugar cane company closed down there has been no steady employment in the community. Most people live off of their gardens where they grow plaintains, yucca, potatoes, etc... In order to make a little more money people make and sell small snacks, such as pieces of bread or candied coconut. Many people get a little bit of help from the government, but when we went around interviewing people we would ask them what financial resources they depend on, or to put it more simply, “How do you eat or get your food”? A lot of the people interviewed simply said, “Sometimes we don't eat.” So with some other youth in the community we have gone around asking these kinds of questions to community members and documenting their answers. In January I hope to present my findings to the entire community, so that they know they are all concerned with the same issues and from there we can begin working on thinking about what we have in the community and how we can use it to solve some of the problems that exist here.
Let me start off by saying that, as most of you know, I'm not one to sit around all day not doing anything. So although Peace Corps wants us to focus on our “Community Diagnostic” for these first three months, I have decided that it's not going to take up enough of my time, so I have taken it upon myself to find other things to occupy my time. One of those things has become teaching PE at the local elementary school. Previously I had gone and visited several classes at the public school and helped teach some classes at what would be the equivalent to an after school program in the US. It's actually another school run by a community member here; kids from k-4th grade go to this school the first part of the day, and the public school the second part of the day. This school evolved because public schools here only offer 3-4 hours of schooling a day, and adding in recess and settling down time, the kids only get about 2.5 hours of instruction daily. To make up for that, many communities, including mine, have these before or after school programs. When one of the teachers can't make it, I sometimes stand in for them and try to teach a class to third or 4th graders. Believe me, it is NOT easy, I now have so much more respect for teachers anywhere, but especially elementary school teachers! Part of the problem is that these kids are squished into small, hot spaces to learn, and there are so many children that it is hard to keep them under control. They also, understandably, have a ton of energy and nowhere to expend it. That's how I got the idea to teach PE. Two Canadian nuns who are working in the community and I met with the elementary school teachers and told them what our strengths were and asked them where they needed help. They jumped at the idea of giving the kids PE classes, because they have so much built up energy that goes towards fighting and being rowdy. So last week I began giving PE classes, however I ran into several challenges:
1. There are no balls or bats at the school. The other day I asked the kids if they wanted to play baseball and they said yes, they found a little squishy ball and broke a stick in half to use as a bat. It worked fairly well, I must admit, but it would be better to have the real thing.
2. There is no field or court in the school. There used to be a concrete court with basketball hoops, however the hoops have since broken off and the concrete has cracks. There is a field-ish area a little ways from the school, but taking a group of kids over there and trying to keep track of them would be a nightmare.
So my version of PE for these kids (I had 3rd and 4th graders one day and 5th and 6th graders the other) was running around a lot, stretching, playing an active version of “Simon Says” and teaching them some kickboxing moves (only the kicking part, I didn't want to start with the boxing and get them fighting with each other again!). Unfortunately, these things can only entertain them for so long, so after that we played some makeshift baseball. I am going to rack my brain for more activities for next week, but I have one more problem: I still haven't figured out how to say “play tag” en espanol...if anyone knows please let me know asap!
As I mentioned before, I have also become the town photographer. I took pictures of all the kids that go to the local high school 45 minutes away so that we could send the pictures to the Canadian donors who finance the trip. After that, my neighbor asked me to take pictures of her daughter's second birthday party, which I gladly did. Of course, my host family had to jump in on the fun too, so I was asked to take a picture of my pregnant host sister as a “7 month momento” and then, since the rest of the family didn't want to be left out, they had me take a picture of them as well. I have a feeling the picture taking is not going to stop any time soon!
Another job here: Lifeguard. Two weeks ago a large group of us (ranging from 4 year olds to 30 year olds, though I had only announced the event to my youth group) decided to trek to the river, which is about a half an hour away on foot. When we arrived the current was fairly strong, and since I was one of the few who could swim, I was charged with the task of helping other people across the river to the other side where there is a more beachy area. Some people were afraid of the current, but I have to admit that I don't know where knowing how to swim would have been much help—this part of the river was only about 2 feet deep. I was also in charge of making sure the little kids didn't cross into the deeper part of the river.
My real job: Youth organizer. My youth group has been making a lot of progress, and every time more kids show up than I would have ever expected! We can only meet at about 8pm because of all the activities and different schedules the kids have. The problem with meeting so late is that occasionally we do not have electricity at this time, and we can't have a successful meeting. Two nights ago we were going to meet and talk about the different sports they wanted in the community, but the electricity didn't come on until 9pm, so there was no meeting. The next night, when we were planning on meeting and discussing how to clean up the community, there were kids coming at 730 and 745 just waiting for the meeting to start. In the end we had about 30 kids listening to the doctor talk about cleanliness, and then discussing what we need to start a volleyball and baseball team. It's amazing that these kids are so enthusiastic about these activities, and I love seeing them take the responsibility for getting things done!
Last job: Community Documenter. Since I am doing interviews now with different people in the community, we are asking them what kinds of things affect the community and what they would like to see in the community. Almost everybody says that the road leading out of the community is a huge problem; there is only one road and it hasn't been maintained since the sugar cane company was up and running about 12 years ago. Because of it's current state, a 12 kilometer trip to town (a little more than 7 miles) takes 30-45 minutes on a motorcycle, and is incredibly unpleasant. If the road were in better shape, people would be able to travel more quickly and frequently to the nearest town to study and work.
The other main problem that affects the community is unemployment; ever since the sugar cane company closed down there has been no steady employment in the community. Most people live off of their gardens where they grow plaintains, yucca, potatoes, etc... In order to make a little more money people make and sell small snacks, such as pieces of bread or candied coconut. Many people get a little bit of help from the government, but when we went around interviewing people we would ask them what financial resources they depend on, or to put it more simply, “How do you eat or get your food”? A lot of the people interviewed simply said, “Sometimes we don't eat.” So with some other youth in the community we have gone around asking these kinds of questions to community members and documenting their answers. In January I hope to present my findings to the entire community, so that they know they are all concerned with the same issues and from there we can begin working on thinking about what we have in the community and how we can use it to solve some of the problems that exist here.
November 8, 2008--Daily Activities
Some of you may be wondering what exactly it is I'm doing here in my community, especially since I have just arrived and haven't started any projects. Well, it's a legitimate question, and it's one I'm asking myself every day. For the first three months that I am here in the batey I am supposed to be doing a community diagnostic (basically researching the community, getting to know people and getting to know what the community needs and wants from me). This of course means that I have to be pretty self-motivated, because nobody else here really knows that much or cares much about this diagnostic. This first week here I have spent a lot of time just seeing the area and getting to know people. Here is a normal daily schedule:
630 am Wake up, go running with some of the local youth
730 am bath and eat breakfast
730-830 or 9 am Sit on my porch, write in my diary, watch the kids going to school, say hi to everyone who passes
9-12 Go visit the school, or the after school program or the church school. Sometimes at the before school program I'll be asked to stand in for a teacher if someone is absent (let me tell you, I was not prepared the first time to teach a bunch of 3rd graders!)
12-3 Sit on my porch, eat lunch, chat with neighbors, moan about the heat
3-5 or 6 Visit school or church school again, go out and sit and chat with other families in the community, maybe jump in on a game of baseball or volleyball
6-8 Sit on my porch, try to help prepare dinner, hope that the electricity comes on
Rest of the night: Sometimes I go to a church service or youth group meeting, but other times just sit outside and chat with people.
My work on the diagnostic will become more concrete soon: I am planning on interviewing a lot of youth in the community as well as visiting houses and interviewing the families. I would also like to do a couple focus groups with the neighborhood association and the public school teachers. Just recently the pastor I am working with made the kids receiving scholarships to go to high school form a youth group, and he put me in charge of it. This has taken up some time in my day, because we have met several times (once to take a trip to the river) and just last night I did an activity with them that will help me with my diagnostic. However, these meetings only take up an hour or two or my day, and the rest of my time, there is lots of sitting and chatting involved in my “work”. Sometimes it comes easily, other times I just sit in silence with my neighbors, and every once in a while we'll comment on someone walking by, or the weather, or the electricity situation.
While I'm at it, let me explain this electricity situation: when I was here visiting before, there was a schedule; the electricity would come on at about 9 am and last till about 1pm, then go out till 7pm when it would come back on and stay on the rest of the night. It was fairly reliable and pretty convenient. Now, what the people here are saying is that the government owes the power companies lots of money which it has yet to pay, and so the power companies are cutting the electricity more frequently and everybody in the country is suffering. This past week we've never really known when the electricity will come back on, so when it gets dark we all just sit outside chatting, and when the lights come back on everybody claps and cheers and gets up to tend to things inside the house. Sometimes it's nice to have the chance to just sit and chat, but other times I'm dying to get back in the house and read or clean my room or do a number of other things that are hard to do by flashlight.
630 am Wake up, go running with some of the local youth
730 am bath and eat breakfast
730-830 or 9 am Sit on my porch, write in my diary, watch the kids going to school, say hi to everyone who passes
9-12 Go visit the school, or the after school program or the church school. Sometimes at the before school program I'll be asked to stand in for a teacher if someone is absent (let me tell you, I was not prepared the first time to teach a bunch of 3rd graders!)
12-3 Sit on my porch, eat lunch, chat with neighbors, moan about the heat
3-5 or 6 Visit school or church school again, go out and sit and chat with other families in the community, maybe jump in on a game of baseball or volleyball
6-8 Sit on my porch, try to help prepare dinner, hope that the electricity comes on
Rest of the night: Sometimes I go to a church service or youth group meeting, but other times just sit outside and chat with people.
My work on the diagnostic will become more concrete soon: I am planning on interviewing a lot of youth in the community as well as visiting houses and interviewing the families. I would also like to do a couple focus groups with the neighborhood association and the public school teachers. Just recently the pastor I am working with made the kids receiving scholarships to go to high school form a youth group, and he put me in charge of it. This has taken up some time in my day, because we have met several times (once to take a trip to the river) and just last night I did an activity with them that will help me with my diagnostic. However, these meetings only take up an hour or two or my day, and the rest of my time, there is lots of sitting and chatting involved in my “work”. Sometimes it comes easily, other times I just sit in silence with my neighbors, and every once in a while we'll comment on someone walking by, or the weather, or the electricity situation.
While I'm at it, let me explain this electricity situation: when I was here visiting before, there was a schedule; the electricity would come on at about 9 am and last till about 1pm, then go out till 7pm when it would come back on and stay on the rest of the night. It was fairly reliable and pretty convenient. Now, what the people here are saying is that the government owes the power companies lots of money which it has yet to pay, and so the power companies are cutting the electricity more frequently and everybody in the country is suffering. This past week we've never really known when the electricity will come back on, so when it gets dark we all just sit outside chatting, and when the lights come back on everybody claps and cheers and gets up to tend to things inside the house. Sometimes it's nice to have the chance to just sit and chat, but other times I'm dying to get back in the house and read or clean my room or do a number of other things that are hard to do by flashlight.
November 2, 2008--Church Times three
Well today I accidentally went to church three times (I only intended to go once). As I have mentioned before, there is a large Evangelical population here in Las Pajas, but of course Catholicism is the dominant religion of the country, and accordingly there is a Catholic church in the community. Since I had already been to the Evangelical church services, and didn't want to give the impression that I preferred one religion over the other, so I told my host mother this morning that I would like to go to the Catholic service with her in the afternoon. I then left to go visit the host family of a former volunteer in the community (or so I thought). When I arrived at their house there was no one there, instead I found one of the youth leaders, who said that the family was in the church (an Evangelical church) and that I was welcome to come. Since I didn't have anything to do, I agreed to go. This group does their bible study on Sunday mornings, and they were all watching a video about religion. I stayed there for a while and then went back to my house.
After a hike into the hills with some of my host brothers and sisters and some neighbors, I came back to the house to get ready for the Catholic church service. I went with my host mom to the church, where there were about ten little kids playing the tambourines and drums and singing to begin the service. Since Las Pajas is so far away and a small community, a priest only comes once a month, and the rest of the time church members lead the services. Today two older members were leading the services. I must admit, I felt much more at home in this church, not because my beliefs fit more with one sect or the other, but because the service was much more like the ones I am used to in the United States—there was praying, some singing, and a short sermon. I had actually avoided the Catholic church services (and all church services in general) here in the DR up until I arrived in Las Pajas because I feared a long sermon, rituals that I wasn't accustomed to, and awkward parts of the service, such as communion, that I couldn't take part in because I am not Catholic. I was pleasantly surprised with this service; the sermon was short, the songs were fun and I didn't have to sing, since I didn't understand, but I happily clapped along, and when it came to communion, for some reason I don't quite understand, only the two people running the service and one other man took communion, which only consisted of a wafer, no wine. Nor did I have to do any kneeling, because in this church there is nowhere to kneel, and the floor is cement.
About halfway through the service there is a ritual, similar to most American churches, where everybody greets each other, usually with a handshake. Here however, no one is shy, so during this part, everyone greeted one another by saying “la Paz” (Peace) and hugging each other. I don't think I have ever gotten so many hugs by strangers in my life.
Towards the end of the service the man in front formally recognized my presence and thanked me for being there, which was very kind of him, so afterwards I went and thanked both the directors of the service, who then gave me another hug and told me I was always welcome. One thing that was very different from the Evangelical services was that this church was not full by any stretch of the imagination. There were a group of young children there, and then the rest of the churchgoers were mainly older parents and grandparents, there was no one my age or in the 15-30 year old range.
I came back to sit around with my host family, and quickly the electricity went out. We were sitting in the dark when a girl came by and asked me to go to her church service. Once again, since I didn't have anything to do, I went. This was a different Evangelical church that I went to this time, but the service was similar; lots of singing and dancing and a short sermon from the pastor, followed by lots more singing and dancing and a raffle for a bag of food in order to raise money for a new floor for the church. Though both kinds of services were fun to go to, I see myself going to the Catholic one more because, as I stated before, it reminds me more of churches in the United States. However, if things keep going as they are, I might end up going to a different church service every night of the week!
After a hike into the hills with some of my host brothers and sisters and some neighbors, I came back to the house to get ready for the Catholic church service. I went with my host mom to the church, where there were about ten little kids playing the tambourines and drums and singing to begin the service. Since Las Pajas is so far away and a small community, a priest only comes once a month, and the rest of the time church members lead the services. Today two older members were leading the services. I must admit, I felt much more at home in this church, not because my beliefs fit more with one sect or the other, but because the service was much more like the ones I am used to in the United States—there was praying, some singing, and a short sermon. I had actually avoided the Catholic church services (and all church services in general) here in the DR up until I arrived in Las Pajas because I feared a long sermon, rituals that I wasn't accustomed to, and awkward parts of the service, such as communion, that I couldn't take part in because I am not Catholic. I was pleasantly surprised with this service; the sermon was short, the songs were fun and I didn't have to sing, since I didn't understand, but I happily clapped along, and when it came to communion, for some reason I don't quite understand, only the two people running the service and one other man took communion, which only consisted of a wafer, no wine. Nor did I have to do any kneeling, because in this church there is nowhere to kneel, and the floor is cement.
About halfway through the service there is a ritual, similar to most American churches, where everybody greets each other, usually with a handshake. Here however, no one is shy, so during this part, everyone greeted one another by saying “la Paz” (Peace) and hugging each other. I don't think I have ever gotten so many hugs by strangers in my life.
Towards the end of the service the man in front formally recognized my presence and thanked me for being there, which was very kind of him, so afterwards I went and thanked both the directors of the service, who then gave me another hug and told me I was always welcome. One thing that was very different from the Evangelical services was that this church was not full by any stretch of the imagination. There were a group of young children there, and then the rest of the churchgoers were mainly older parents and grandparents, there was no one my age or in the 15-30 year old range.
I came back to sit around with my host family, and quickly the electricity went out. We were sitting in the dark when a girl came by and asked me to go to her church service. Once again, since I didn't have anything to do, I went. This was a different Evangelical church that I went to this time, but the service was similar; lots of singing and dancing and a short sermon from the pastor, followed by lots more singing and dancing and a raffle for a bag of food in order to raise money for a new floor for the church. Though both kinds of services were fun to go to, I see myself going to the Catholic one more because, as I stated before, it reminds me more of churches in the United States. However, if things keep going as they are, I might end up going to a different church service every night of the week!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Oh the internet
Hello Friends,
I am sad to report that the blogs that I have written on my computer will not open on this computer, so I cannot post them at this time, and with the little amount of time I have, I cannot rewrite them. However, I just wanted to let you all know that I am safe and sound in my community, pretty hidden from the rest of the world. I was able to find out that Obama won HOORAY, and I must say that everyone in the DR is also happy about it. Forgive me for not writing more, I promise I will try to find some way to post soon!
I am sad to report that the blogs that I have written on my computer will not open on this computer, so I cannot post them at this time, and with the little amount of time I have, I cannot rewrite them. However, I just wanted to let you all know that I am safe and sound in my community, pretty hidden from the rest of the world. I was able to find out that Obama won HOORAY, and I must say that everyone in the DR is also happy about it. Forgive me for not writing more, I promise I will try to find some way to post soon!
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