Emily's Uganda Wish List

Hello all who feel they want to send me things - here are things I want! I'll try to keep it updated on a weekly basis with things I've received so I don't get doubles. I love you all and appreciate your love and support. Keep in mind it takes about a month to get to me! Please try to wrap food in hardy plastic so that insects don't get into it as it waits for me at the post office.

Last updated: May 8 2015

FOOD (probably the largest section)
Applesauce
Raisins
Chocolate chips
Chocolate anything - chocolate I've gotten so far has not melted. got a bar which looked like it had started to melt but reformed, and it was fine to eat!
Mac&cheese
Jerky
Salami
Dressing mixes
Soup mixes (low sodium if you can manage!)
Drink mixes (Crystal light, etc)
Brown sugar
Baked goods
Walnuts
Pecans
Tuna (packets are lighter to send than cans but might be more expensive?)
Small wrapped candies (Laffy Taffy, Starburst, etc)
Dried berries
Craisins
Sriracha (hot sauce)
Parmesan cheese
Cheetos
Couscous
Flaxseed
Quinoa
Brown rice


FOOD RELATED
Tupperware
Ziplock bags, big and small


HYGIENE
Dove conditioner
Tide to Go Pens

HOBBIES/KEEPING MYSELF SANE
sendairtime.com - this is to buy me airtime (basically like minutes on a US prepaid phone) - if you're doing this option please contact me for my numbers as I'm not posting them on a public site. buying MTN airtime helps me with internet and call my non-PC coworkers, Orange Airtime lets me international minutes to call home
Mod Podge
Sticky tack!!!
TIME or Utne or Mental Floss for me!


FOR THE KIDS
Construction paper
Low level (early elementary) spelling/children's books, hopefully ones that deal with Africa or African themes
Old magazines - kids magazines are best but ones with lots of pictures are good, also maybe some
Finger paints


TECHNOLOGY
Earbud headphones

OTHER
Michigan themed things
Wall hooks for hanging things
Big things of DEET bug spray
Citronella candles
Stationary sets for writing letters
Pop up hamper
Set of queen sheets
Lint rollers
Plastic empty spray bottles

End of Term Wrap-Up and IST

So the first term at my PTC ended this week. I left early because my group had a training in Kampala. There were no end-of-term exams because they just didn't end up getting made? So the plan is to make beginning-of-term exams and the students will take them when they return.

I only actually taught for about 4 days out of the whole term. The last month of the term, the Year One students were taught in mass classes (like college classes in the states), because the Year Two students were out for school practice and most tutors were out observing them. I didn't want to teach in mass classes, so I waited for a few weeks and then started teaching. However, the timetable (what we call the schedule here) was still not finalized, so despite having set times to teach math, sometimes that didn't happen. There are also classes scheduled at 7:30, when assembly is supposed to end, but most often assembly goes over and we don't start until 8 or 8:15, and at that point I refuse to teach because I think it's a bit useless to fit an hour's material into 15 minutes.

So I now have to finish my unit in term two along with teaching a term two unit. At our IST training this past week,  we spoke about rearranging the curriculum to make mathematical sense (learn operations before factoring). The problems we found were not so much that the curriculum was out of order, but that the tutors were teaching everything simultaneously vs in order that makes sense. I'm going to try to speak to the math department when I get back to school and see how we can make things better.

I finally bought a new power cord and a new powermatic (power adapter)!!! My wonderful mom is sending me/sent me a power cord but I feel better with two, one to keep at site and one to travel with. I'm also in a place now where my internet modem gets good service. Looking like I have to buy one from a different carrier to get internet at site.

Overall I feel like I'm moving into a better place emotionally and mentally. During the middle of the term I was pretty down, but now even small things that happen I take as a part of life. I lost my raincoat transferring taxis on the way back to site. I think at first I would have been pretty upset, but I just accept theft/loss as something that happens here. Many people don't leave UG with any clothes they brought here, and sometimes that applies to possessions as well.
I lost three days instructional time because of Easter and other college activities, and while it was frustrating, the frustration just went away and I worked on a malaria project we were doing in April.  I think I'm integrating better in my community, working on stress relief better, and adapting to sometimes just not having my computer or internet. I'm excited to work on projects for the rest of the year and visit people at their sites.

I really wanted to go home, and I'm really glad I didn't. I'm excited for my service, and the future ahead.

Still fighting it.

I'm alive! Limited battery power drives me to write like the wind.

The internet at my site, which was wonderfully beautiful for two months, completely stopped working despite the fact that there is a large tower on our campus. The school's explanation for this is that bees built a nest on the antenna and the phone company hasn't come out to fix it yet. So for now I'm in the nearest town where I can actually get signal, but the restaurant I'm at doesn't have any outlets so laptop is dying quickly.

At the end of March I attended an HIV/AIDs workshop in the middle of the northern region in a town called Gulu. It really reenergized me to see everyone and to know that as a volunteer I'm not just one things. Education is my primary assignment but I can also work on HIV/AIDs and malaria as it relates to informing my school and community about prevention and treatment. I also left my computer charger cord at the hotel there (BOO) so I've been using one of my staff's cord, but he's leaving in a few days (ALSO BOO). The hotel hasn't found it yet, if they ever do. Trying to buy one here is proving challenging but not impossible. It just makes things inconvenient.

April is World Malaria Month and April 25 is World Malaria Day, so in the last full week of this month I'm working with some of my tutors to do activities related to those things, like getting someone from our local health centre to come and speak, and having a quiz show at the end of the week to see what the students have learned.

Malaria is a crazy big killer in Uganda, but only about 13% of the country sleep under nets. It keeps children from school, damages the pregnancies of women, and keeps people from working and supporting their families. Peace Corps Uganda is dedicated to working on building awareness, net distribution, prevention strategies, and treatment options for all Ugandans. Malaria is preventable and we're working to get Uganda rid of it once and for all.

At the end of this month, a few days before term ends I'll be headed to Kampala for our In-Service Training, which is basically where we talk about what we've been doing for the past three months at site and tentatively plan out our two years in country and the projects we want to work on. It'll be the first time our entire training group has been together since our swearing-in in January, and I'm really excited to see everyone.

Gotta hit the supermarket before heading back home, and gotta work on my budget for malaria projects. Everybody, stay well.

My house!: Ma vile akua

 My living room!

 More living room.

Kitchen.

 Kitchen.

 More living room.

 Toilet and bathing room.

 Entrances to both bedrooms.

My room.

 Reminders of home and of friends here and abroad.

 My closets/shelves.

Math board game I made up to play with the neighborhood kids because they kept asking me for more games. Haven't tried it yet, surprisingly they've pestered me less the past few days.

 View out my front door.

The front of the house.

My water tank, which is supplied by piped water, but I have to turn on the supply and turn it off when the tank is full, something I didn't completely realize until water stopped coming out of my faucets.

This week, as we march toward March

This week was great because I finally moved into my house. I can unpack my bags and settle in to a place that's completely and totally mine. My first night in the house was Monday. I was really excited to put up a calendar I brought because it's a calendar showing pictures of a camp I went to in Michigan. Something to remind me of home. I had no way of putting a nail in the wall, and there was a screw on the wall from when a previous resident hung a picture. So logically, I took some scissors to make a bigger hole.

Mistake #1: Assuming the scissors were not that sharp

Mistake #2: Putting my left hand directly behind where I was making the hole

Mistake #3: Having a lot of oomph

I cut a circle about the size of a thumbtack out of my left index finger. The cut wasn't too deep, and I actually didn't even feel any pain for about five minutes. Probably because for those five minutes I was running around like a crazy person who hadn't unpacked attempting to find bandages, anti-bacterial cream, and soap. Oh, and also attempting to not bleed all over the place.

But what's moving if you don't get hurt a little bit? My finger is fine now; it's just annoying to type because I kind of use my index finger a lot. You live and you learn.

My house is wonderful and beautiful and I love it. I was feeling pretty down while staying in the guest house because even though it was very nice and accommodating, it just felt like I was homeless and had no where to put my things. I was very dependent on others for food and water, which is a little annoying.

I went to the market yesterday with one of the college secretaries, Alice, to buy some food for when my stove is in action. Right now the market is still pretty overwhelming to me: lots of people, everyone stares at you, as a white person you get overcharged for everything, it's hard to tell the difference between “good” and “bad” food because you're not used to the food, etc. I was happy Alice came with me, and we talked and she invited me to take a walk around campus in the evening anytime I wanted. Some of the staff have commented I spend too much time in my house, which is the same thing my homestay family said about my room. I try to explain that Americans spend more time by themselves, and I remind myself that I'm integrating at my own pace. It doesn't do well to compare myself to others, and besides, I've only been at site a little longer than a month.

My house has two bedrooms (with mattresses and bed frames) electricity, running water, and dining room and sitting room furniture. I am very thankful for the housing which has been provided to me, though I know I would have been able to adjust and be happy anywhere, I am very comfortable and I think it bodes well for my service (and for any visitors who want to come see me! Talking to you, PCVs downcountry and to my American friends and family).

I got my gas tank for my stove delivered today – my neighbor kept it for me until I got home. I was so freaking excited to cook, so I present to you my first meal. Grilled cheese, an egg, and water. More pictures of my house to come, I promise.

Today was pretty busy; I had a departmental meeting for the math department, where we decided who is teaching what and went over what we expect to accomplish for the year. I was also scheduled to attend a meeting for PES (Professional Education Studies) which was scheduled at the same time, because teaching computers falls under this umbrella. Unfortunately I have not figured out human cloning, self-replication, or time-travel, so I missed that meeting. Seeing as how I'm not teaching computers until term two, I think I'll just speak to the head of the department in the next week when I get a chance.

Tomorrow I'm excited to do laundry and clean my house. Strange? Nope. Clean clothes, a clean house, and not having to leave said house for breakfast are some of the best things here. Even if the curtains on my main window fell down because one of the supports fell out of my wall. It'll work out eventually.

I keep thinking about how sometimes people tell stories about their first apartment or the first place they lived on their own, how it was full of roaches or they had noisy neighbors or it was very very very very small. I keep how thinking about how the story of my first house is going to be different. It will start with, “I was in Uganda.”

Pictures from Swearing In

 My best girl Jamie! She is totally responsible for the headwraps and I love her for it. Her host mother taught her how to wrap them. I love her for a lot of other stuff too. Ask her about when we saw elephants on the way down to Kampala from Arua and she went crazy. :)

Some of the boys who are also with us in West Nile, Ben (tongue) and Joseph (looking at the wrong camera). They're sweethearts.

Did I mention that I was part of a group that opened the ceremony with the National Anthem?... Because I was.

Also, I did a spoken word piece with three other people, with excerpts by J.R.R. Tolkien, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., e.e. cummings, and Mary Oliver.

The West Nile Group minus our friend Dick, who ended up ETing about three weeks after this picture.

Full West Nile group including Dick and our wonderful acting (at the time) program director for education, Audrey Spencer. We're all cracking up because when we were attempting to take this picture, a random person walked by and did not notice in the slightest that he walked in front of us posing.

Back at our training centre, we took some more pictures before we got unfancy. This is my friend Hannah, whose site is very far away from mine and it's sad but we have big plans to visit each other. She tells me funny stories about the nuns she lives with.

This is my friend Eric; his site is also downcountry and far from me (but basically everyone is). He's a fellow Midwesterner from Minnesota but also spent time growing up in Taiwan. He's pretty awesome.

Swearing In and the Aftermath

I had a whole post typed up and then I deleted it because I felt like I wasn't really saying anything. So let's try again.

Our swearing in ceremony (to make us official volunteers) happened on January 22nd, at the Ambassador's residence. Everyone looked fancy, and I actually participated twice in the program: the first time I sang the National Anthem with three other people from our group, and then I and three different people performed a spoken word piece we'd organized just a day or two before. It was exciting! We got to meet other volunteers from different regions of the country, and all our supervisors came as well to enjoy the ceremony. There was good food and good friends, and it was nice to relax after a long time in training. We were no longer Trainees.

The day after swearing in, we had a day-long workshop with our supervisors to further enforce what our roles and responsibilities at our school were, and to talk about cross cultural issues that could arise. We as volunteers also had to fill out a big evaluation covering our entire pre-service training which was a little exhausting but necessary.

The next day, those of us who had to travel the farthest (namely, the West Nile group and the far Southwest group) left the training center at 7:30AM to go to our respective bus parks. Large coach buses (sort of like Greyhound) are the cheapest and most effective way to get long distances across the country. Our bus didn't actually leave until around 10:30AM, so we were waiting at the bus park for maybe an hour or so before boarding.

The bus trip took about 8 hours, with stopping to let people off at respective stops and stopping once in the middle at a larger rest stop/gas station to, as the conductor put it, "let us ease ourselves". I stayed with a fellow volunteer in Arua for the night, and then continued on to my site the next day, further north, about half expecting my house to be finished. There was still some construction to be done on it when I visited in December, which they said would be done by the time I arrived.

It wasn't done. So I was once again put up in the church's guest quarters, which are very nice - running water, toilet, shower, a sink in my room, electricity that charges almost all of my things. After some discussion and talks with Peace Corps, it was decided I'll be moving into a different house on campus, where currently a VSO Volunteer is living (VSO - Voluntary Service Overseas, like European Peace Corps).

I'm actually happier about this, because I think it'll be easier to integrate into the school community first, and then reach out to the larger town community second. The original house is off campus and down the street somewhat, which is not far, but far enough. The new house also has running water, a toilet, mostly stable electricity, and if UNICEF agrees to keep it there, a refrigerator. I am living the high life! I have to wait a few more weeks to move in as the VSO wraps up her activities here and moves on to another job in a different part of the country. That's the hard part.

I'm not cooking my own meals right now, and it's a little frustrating, but my fellow volunteers tell me I'll miss it when it's gone. I tell them I'll appreciate waking up and not having to leave my room/house for breakfast.

School started today, but all that really means is that the school is officially open and the teachers are coming back. Students are still waiting for their final exams to be released to see if they can attend this year. Those results are being released today or tomorrow. Wednesday I'm meeting local leaders and law enforcement, and Thursday I have a staff meeting where I'm introducing myself and my job to the rest of the teachers.

Other than that, currently I'm just trying to keep busy. Time moves a lot slower here, and my planner is not so filled with every hour planned out. I don't have lesson planning to do until my department meets together. Here you just do things eventually. Ugandans call it "keeping time" when Americans/Westerners do everything to the minute. One staff member told me he had an American lecturer at his university and that if that man told him 8:00, the lecture would start exactly at 8:00. This of course is not strange to Americans, but here it is, where I'm told if I want to have a meeting start at 10:00AM, tell everyone to show up at 8:00AM.

I'm finding, slowly, more things to do without electricity, much of it writing and reading. I have always wanted to publish a book of short stories, and now I have time. Also poetry.

I'll probably update again after the staff meeting or possibly when I move into my house. Until then, as we say here, stay well.