I am no longer pursuing the PC.

The position was listed as “Primary Education Teacher Trainer”, but the description was  typical of all ESL positions offered by the PC, and did not list any particular “training” activities. I chalked this up to the tendency for their descriptions to be vague.

When I interviewed, I most certainly interviewed as someone fervently seeking a teacher TRAINER position. I mentioned this numerous times, explaining how excited I was to grow my experiences into the training/back channel side of education, to give teachers the training I always thought was needed, etc.

I was never corrected.

So imagine my surprise when, after asking for a more specific description of “Teacher Trainer”, my placement officer told me to not be “thrown off” by the title.

THROWN OFF by a very specific job title of a very specific role?

No, I would simply be co-teaching primary kids English . There is no overt leadership/trainer aspect of the job (other than what I would bring to it in extracurricular activities).

I told the placement officer, “Unfortunately, while I am still so very much interested in the mission of the PC, I am not interested in returning to teaching primary school EFL classes”.

At some point in my life, I have to stop making lateral moves. Going back to that type of work, even with a chance at a government job afterwards, is not wise, and more importantly, would be terribly unfulfilling.

Thankfully, through my research, I came across a RPCV who did admit that their job descriptions are often vague and, on occasion, misleading.

I am certain that the placement officer is disgruntled by my withdrawal. Once these behemoth bureaucratic cranks start turning to onboard someone, grinding them to a stop and attempting to fill the spot with someone else has got to be an ordeal. However, I, too, spent precious time and money gathering documents and getting medical examinations and preparing myself socially, financially and emotionally for a 27 month sacrifice.

Oh well. At least I stopped the process before medical clearance. They’ve still got 5 months.


I have an odd sense of release and relief. I am making plans to improve myself professionally, take courses, training, reading more, less Facebooking, more exercising and creating, writing, helping….

I am ultimately at peace.


I’ve begun compiling my copious pages medical information.

Thanks to mom for keeping EVERYTHING, I have old vaccination records from school.  I also stopped by the county health department to see what they had on me. I’ll compare those lists with MAP’s list (MAP being the online medical information portal PC uses) to make sure I’m covered.

I need to make sure I’ve printed out all the MAP forms necessary for my appointment tomorrow. I think I have. I already went to the dentist and got that filled out.I was shocked by how cheap the visit was. I remember back when getting a mouthful of X-rays cost an arm and a leg, and $800. With this random discount plan I bought online (Obamacare doesn’t do dental), I paid $40 and was in and out in less than 40 mins. Amazeballs.

The singular good thing about it taking a bit of time to get these appointments scheduled is that my Obamacare has now kicked in with this new year. Not sure how much I’ll “save”, but it’s good to know I have insurance at all.

What else….

I also downloaded Pimsleur’s Albanian. I’m a fan of Pimsleur. If you’re a strong auditory or auditory/kinesthetic learner, it’s golden. I only listened to the first 30 min lesson and I was getting things down. And of course I listen while doing something else. I don’t know how to simply listen anymore. I figure if your brain can learn while coordinating your limbs, you’ve learned, but good.

Oh, if I remember correctly, I also need to update my PCV resume to reflect things that I intend to do to prepare for my job and explain more specifically how my past positions and experiences equip me to perform this job. I have a feeling that’ll be one of the last things to get done.

Finally, I decided to un-loc my locs. I am doing it because I am tired of trying, and failing, to keep them manicured and I doubt I’ll have access to a loctician in Kosovo. Ironically, the country’s Peace Corp director is a black woman with locs, and not just any locs, but sistalocs. How she does it, I can only imagine. My brother, who served in Bosnia in the 90s, claimed that there were many Jamaicans in the area working. Perhaps they are also doing black/African hair. Either way, I think this is best for me. I miss styling my hair. It was a fun learning experiment, but I think I’m over it. My hair just isn’t kinky enough. I was blessed with fine, curly, easy to manage hair. Why fight it?