To serve in the Peace Corp would be
an awesome and rewarding experience that I have, on some level, been working
towards for most of my life, I just didn’t realize it. I always knew I wanted to combine my love for
traveling and community service into a career but I never knew how. I was a member of HOSA (Health Occupations
Students of America) in high school, which prompted my love for the health care
field. I went to college and took a random assortment of courses to figure out what
I wanted to do with my life. I didn’t
know who I was as a person so how was I supposed to pick a career path?
My Mom gave me the push I needed to
travel, so with her help I boarded a plane, headed for the outback of
Australia. I had no idea what I was
getting into working in the outback. And
there were times that I hated it, but there were more times that I never wanted
to leave. It was in the outback,
interacting and working with the local Aboriginal tribe that I realized I
wanted to work in public health, preferably in a developing country. Upon my return stateside I made it my goal to
finish my education and pursue my career goals.
Serving in the Peace Corps has always been goal of mine, but until
recently I didn’t feel that I had the necessary education or experience to
contribute to the Peace Corps.
I know that it seems odd that a
woman in her late 20’s would want to volunteer for a two year service in a far
off place, but for me it feels right. I
know who I am as a person and what I can contribute to a community. I love to travel, experience new cultures,
and meet new people from all walks of life.
To have the opportunity to immerse myself in a new culture would be a
scary and rewarding experience, and then to have the opportunity to help
improve their quality of life is something that I would be proud of all of my
life.
The biggest challenge that I will
encounter is that I can be shy in new experiences. I tend to sit back and assess a situation
remaining quiet and reserved until I feel comfortable. That is the main reason I started working in
a restaurant, to force me out of my shell, and it worked. I
think it’s important not to discount how extreme culture shock can be, even if
you are in a country that speaks your native tongue. You can do research on the culture and
country you are visiting, but it doesn’t compare to being in that country for
the first time. Nothing helps but time.
I have been there, and have experienced the culture shock of going back
home. It is a scary experience but at
the same time it is the best time of your life.
Traveling to another country and
experiencing the culture of that country can be two totally different
things. I had traveled before I went to
Australia, I even considered myself to be an experienced traveler having been
to England, Italy, Puerto Rico, and to most of the 50 states, which was far
more places than my peers had been to.
However until I lived in the outback I had never truly experienced a new
culture.
I don’t remember my first few days
in Australia, I slept most of the time.
What I do remember was the unexpected language barrier that I
encountered. I did not even remotely
consider that some words would have different meanings from one country to the
next. After a few botched communication efforts, it became clear that this was
not going to be as easy of a transition as I originally thought it would be.
When I accepted the position at the
cattle station store in the middle of the outback I assumed I would be working
with local farmers. However I came to
realize that the store was for the local Aboriginal tribe and at first they
didn’t trust me and wouldn’t even talk to me.
But soon they realized that I wasn’t going anywhere and they started to
open up. The most confusing thing that
occurred was that when the Aboriginals spoke English, they spoke with an
American accent. However they had
tremendous trouble understanding my accent because it wasn’t the Australian
accent that they were used to.
The farm I worked on not only
produced cattle, and provided a store for the Aboriginals it also offered them
a chance to paint and would in return sell the paintings and give the painter a
profit from the sale. The ladies and
their children would come to the farm and stay all day, painting, shopping,
eating, and gossiping while the men herded the cattle. For the most part I stayed on the side lines,
painting base coats or restocking the shelves, chipping in on some
conversations, or played with the kids, eating lunch with them. Once they
started to trust me I gently encouraged some of locals to purchase toothbrushes
and toothpaste, and taught them how to use them. I educated some members the tribe about the
damage litter does and how to dispose non-perishable items. By the end of my time on the farm I had gotten
accustomed to their way of life and I like to think that in some ways I was
able to help improve their quality of life.
I gained more from this experience
then I could have ever imagined. I
learned that not everyone is going to trust you right off the bat. That it takes time and patience to gain
peoples trust and friendship. I learned
that little victories can be more rewarding than big ones. Change doesn’t happen overnight and without
understanding as to why the change needs to occur. And most importantly I learned who I am.
Once I turned in my application I received a confirmation email and letting me know I will be asked to complete a Health History Form. It's important to be honest on this form because your doctor will have to sign off on it later. After a month of waiting I was contacted by my local recruiter for an interview. At this point I really started to freak out. This was happening!
I had my interview on August 11th, 2014. It took maybe two hours. The Peace Corp Recruiter was very nice and made me feel relaxed about the whole thing. I had looked up the questions they may ask prior to the interview so I was somewhat prepared. Naturally the day of the interview I forgot my notes and prepared speech at my house (It was a phone interview, so I did it at my Moms house to avoid distraction). It turns out it was good I didn't have my notes. The recruiter wanted me to be honest and raw when answering the questions.
After the interview I had some interactions with my recruiter as to where my top picks would be and then nothing. I waited forever for my invitation. It finally came on December 2. 2014. I was invited to serve in Guyana as a Community Health Specialist, departing April 20th 2015. From there it has been a whirlwind of doctors appointments, passport applications, and packing.
So overall the whole process from start to finish will take almost a year. It is a lot of waiting around. Even now with two months til I depart I don't have my plane tickets or confirmation that I have been legally cleared. I am told by other volunteers that the tickets will come a month before my departure.
As a side note to those people who are wanting to serve it can get very expensive. The doctors appointments add up, and while the PC will reimburse you for some of those expenses, it won't cover all of them. Also sending all the information in and getting things like passport pictures are an added expense. I could not begin to calculate the total of what I have spent so far but it was pretty high.
