I find it interesting how so many things in my life here in America take me back to that time when I lived in Uganda. It seems like I could relate almost anything to my Peace Corps service and yet life here is so incredibly different.
This time last year, I had just finished up my 30 Sites and 30 Nights Project and I was preparing to COS. Now, a year later I have things that remind me all the time of what I was doing this time last year.
Today I was reading an article that was assigned for my Development Economics class and as I was reading some of the examples in this article, my mind was slowly taken back to a time where I was in the examples and things were much more real. The article I was reading was about Conditional Cash Transfer, which is the idea of giving poor people in developing countries money on the condition that they will do something. For example, poor families will be given a supplemental income if they send their children to school.
For some reason, while I was reading this article and taking in all the examples given, I was overwhelming reminded of a day I had a little over a year ago. I had just started my 30 Sites and 30 Nights project and one of the first volunteers I stayed with, Chelsea, took me with her and her counterpart out to a remote village to do outreach at a local health center with pregnant women. During this outreach, Chelsea's counterpart gave the women a health talk on prenatal care and then those women who were over seven months pregnant got ultrasounds.
One of the first things that I remember really striking me that day was when Chelsea asked her counterpart to ask the women in the local language if they would mind me taking pictures (or "snaps" as Ugandans called them). I was simply just blown away when her counterpart said to us "They don't know what snaps are." I did not work in a very remote part of Uganda, but I had also never encountered anyone who didn't know what it meant to have their picture taken. At first I didn't really believe him. I thought maybe he was saying it wrong or the women just weren't understanding, but as I took pictures I realized that they were totally unaware of what I was doing.
The other thing that intrigued me that day was the reactions (or lack there of) that some of the women had after receiving their ultrasounds. One woman was told she was having twins and she showed no excitement, disappointment, or any reaction at all for that matter. Another woman had been told by her mid-wife that her baby was dead, but the ultrasound that day proved that the baby had a heartbeat and was indeed alive. She also showed no reaction to this news whatsoever. And then the very last women who got an ultrasound that day simply astounded me. Chelsea's counterpart noticed that her feet were swollen and he told her she probably had preeclampsia. He told her she needed to go to a gynecologist in order to give birth, otherwise she would most likely die in child birth. Considering how remote we were, I just knew that she wouldn't be able to do that. So she basically got the news that she would most likely die in child birth. She was two weeks from her due date. Again, no reaction!
I know as I tell this story most people will read it and think they really understand. That's how I felt reading many of the examples in that article I was reading this morning. But it is because of first hand experiences like this that I know I don't understand. I enjoy studying development, but I don't like hearing the stories from other people. They become so much more a part of you when you are there.
In the end, I always think back on that day in Uganda as one of the most memorable experiences I had in my entire two years there and it obviously was not for happy reasons. But it was at that moment that I felt like I started my long journey to understanding what it really means to be poor and living in such a remote place.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
I find it interesting how so many things in my life here in America take me back to that time when I lived in Uganda. It seems like I could relate almost anything to my Peace Corps service and yet life here is so incredibly different.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
|The Lobby of HST|
I started my internship at the State Department on January 6th. It seems like years ago. At the onset, I was terrified of myself and my ambitions. I was taking four classes, working full time, organizing events for the Graduate Student Council, and trying to maintain my sanity all at the same time. I was supposed to be finished March 14th, but in order to finish out a few projects, I voluntarily extended for a few extra weeks and now tomorrow is my last day. In the end, was it worth it? Was it worth not seeing my family for 3 months? Was it worth doing homework every weekend, every morning, every evening? Was it worth the stress and anxiety of getting things done in time? The answer to all these questions: Yes! It was worth every minute of it.
For the past three months I've been interning at the State Department in the Office of the U.S. Special Envoy for Sudan and South Sudan. It has been quite the experience! Despite the fact that these countries are extremely complicated, I feel like an expert on Sudan and South Sudan. It's possible that I actually know more about Sudan now than I do about Uganda. The learning curve at State is almost vertical. It's so fast paced that you have to simply learn how to adjust. You have to keep up or you might fall apart.
I've been working in the Harry S Truman Building in Foggy Bottom. I love and hate this building all at the same time. I love to roam the halls. At the end of every corridor there are mural size pictures of different places from around the world. Just walking around you feel like you are travelling. This is one way I know how to find my way back to my office, which is right next to the UK mural. There are also many pictures of the Secretary (John Kerry) with various heads of state and other important officials all over the world. (What I want to know is who's job it is to change all of these when the secretary of state changes.) In addition to all the pictures there are inspirational quotes on the walls from people like Gandhi. Sometimes I plan my route to a certain place in the building based on going down corridors that I haven't been in. I also hate this building because even though it is laid out in a way that is supposed to be easy to navigate, it is so easy to get lost.
As I said before, the learning curve at State is steep and you often find yourself doing things that you never thought they would let an intern do. One of my biggest tasks was research. I was tasked with researching the Sudanese economy, their exports, and specific industries within the economy. As a student of International Economic Relations, I found all this fascinating! Sudan is under comprehensive economic sanctions with the U.S. currently. This means that U.S. companies and citizens cannot import things from Sudan or export things to Sudan, for the most part. My office knew my background and they really tried to make my internship as meaningful to me as they could. I was actually told at one point "We never knew we had so many economic projects until you got here."
Throughout my internship I also got to go to various talks and lecture series as well as "field trips" both with my office as well as the internship program. Below I describe some of what I found most interesting in my three months working there.
1.) "Creative Diplomacy" with Thomas Pickering--Thomas Pickering is one of the most well known and influential diplomats of the last 50 years. He did a lecture/Q&A session on creative diplomacy. Mostly he was taking questions about his views on U.S. diplomacy in today's world.
2.) FBI--One of the field trips through the internship program was to the FBI building. While there I got to see agents re-certifying and I also got a chance to walk around their museum where they have some interesting artifacts.
3.) The Hill (House Foreign Affairs Committee)--The Special Envoy testified in front of the House Foreign Affairs Committee a few weeks ago and I went with other people from my office to see him testify. All of these sessions are open to the public, but I had never been before.
4.) The Chiefs of Mission Conference--This was a conference for all the U.S. chiefs of mission (aka Ambassadors). I found myself volunteered for "mic duty", where I was tasked with passing the microphone around to people with questions for the speakers. This sounds kind of boring, but I got to sit in on a couple interesting sessions on congressional relations and fragile states.
|Diplomatic Reception Room|
5.) Diplomatic Reception--My office threw a farewell reception for Ambassador Akech, the South Sudanese ambassador to the U.S., who was being recalled to South Sudan. This was held on the 8th floor in some very elaborate diplomatic reception rooms. While we were there, one of my co-workers gave us a tour of the reception rooms. It's like a museum! They had so many important artifacts, including many original works of art and the desk that Thomas Jefferson sat at when he drafted the Declaration of Independence.
|We got really good seats at the University|
Town Hall Meeting
7.) U.S.Geological Survey--One of my co-workers and I took a trip out to the U.S. Geological Survey in Reston, VA. I was working on some research about Sudanese gold and we wanted to get some information from mineral experts. It was quite the adventure simply getting out there and it was nice to get out of DC for a day.
These were not all of the events and experiences I had working at State, but they were some of the best. In general, no week was the same. It was such a dynamic environment to work in. I often felt like I was being pulled in ten different directions, but at the same time it wasn't like I was being asked to get ten different people coffee. All the work I was doing was, on some level, important, and someone had to do it.
I don't think anyone who has not worked at State can understand just how substantial these type of internships are. I didn't fully understand it myself until I did it. In fact, I applied to do it all over again in the Fall. I never thought I would enjoy and feel so fulfilled at an unpaid job, especially after having so many good paying jobs.
|I also loved the fact that I got to wake up with the Washington Monument every morning.|
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Happy International Women's Day!!
Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I am a huge advocate for women's empowerment and, more specifically, girls' education. This all started when I was in Peace Corps, mostly because I worked at an all girls' school and I saw the ability of some of my students, as well as their dreams and aspirations. I also got to see, first hand, how women in a country such as Uganda were treated. How they often weren't given the same opportunities as men and how this contributed to the structure of society.
This week I went to a film screening on my college campus. The film I saw is called Girl Rising. This is a movie that I heard about a few months ago and ever since I heard about it, I've been dying to see it. However, it isn't like a regular movie in theaters. There have been selective screenings around DC, but every one I found I couldn't go to (usually because I had class). So when I finally found one I could go to and it was right on my university's campus, I couldn't pass up the opportunity!
Girl Rising tells the story of nine girls in different developing countries throughout the world. Some of these girls have been through tremendous amounts of hardship. They have experienced natural disasters, sexual assault, arranged marriages, child slavery, and other unthinkable injustices. Despite the hard lives that they have had, they tell their stories about how they were able to rise above it, become educated, and gain support from those around them. Each girl was paired up with a writer from their country, who helped them write and tell their story. The film also provides a multitude of statistics about the disadvantages that women have in today's world.
However, as with almost everything in this world, there are criticisms for Girl Rising. The film only shows girls with stories that ended on a somewhat positive note. They didn't show the number of girls who die of HIV or other diseases. They didn't show those who are victims of sexual assault and never seek help. They didn't show those girls who never overcome the struggles of child slavery or arranged marriages. And I even though I know this would have been extremely difficult to portray, it would give a much more well rounded picture. This film also doesn't tell most of the stories in the voices of the girls themselves. I would have much preferred to hear their voices (voiced-over, of course), so that you could get a better sense of who they really are.
In general, I think this film was incredible and as I left campus that night all I could think about was how much I just wanted to see it again! It also made me realize how much I miss my students. I wish I had kept in touch, but at the time I left my site, I was so fed up with the administration of my school that I didn't want to keep ties. However, now I'm seeing the downside to that. I may never know what happens to my best and brightest students. There is one in particular that I might try to contact. This could end up being extremely difficult, but before too much time passes, I feel like I should try.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
I often wonder what it must feel like to have been a Peace Corps volunteer back in the day in a country that I couldn't fathom Peace Corps operating in today. For example, I wonder how RPCVs from Afghanistan or the DRC feel today, first looking back on their service and contributions to that country, and second looking at where that country is now. I can imagine how disheartening that must be to see a country that you put so much of your personal efforts into digress when it comes to things like economic development and political stability.
I often times refer to Uganda as "my country". Obviously, I'm an American citizen and (don't get me wrong) I am true and loyal to Uncle Sam; however, I've never spent so much time outside the U.S. as I did when I was a Peace Corps volunteer in Uganda. For two years, I felt like I put an immense amount of effort into bettering that country. For this reason, I often feel like it is my country, in the same way someone would feel ownership of a big project they are working on. When the outcome is successful, you feel good, and when things digress, you don't feel so good.
All this being said, my true point of this post is to put out my thoughts on Uganda's most recent anti-gay law. The entire time I spent in Uganda, this bill was always on the table for the parliament to pass. And because of this, it always made us (volunteers) feel like we were in a bit of limbo. The U.S. government had threatened to pull out all foreign aid if it was ever passed and Peace Corps is a foreign aid program. So based on this one bill being passed in parliament, we knew that it could cause us to be pulled out and potentially sent home. And as much as volunteers may complain about their host country, no one wants to involuntarily leave without being able to finish up projects and properly close out their service.
Normally when the topic of homosexually is brought up in any context (in the U.S. or internationally), I usually take a very indifferent approach. I never understood those who are so greatly opposed to things such as gay marriage. If it isn't affecting you, why should you be so against it? However, I'm sure the same could be said of the rights of minorities back in the 60s. People generally oppose what they don't understand or what they don't want to understand. For me, I never saw any reason why I would oppose the rights of gay people, however, as a straight woman, I also never felt the need to be a big advocate of it (until now...)
This law, although not as harsh as its original proposed version, still allows for people to be put in jail for simply being who they are. It also allows the government to imprison those who know someone who is gay and does not turn them over to the police. This is such a basic violation of human rights, that I can't even fathom what Uganda's Human Rights Report is going to look like next year.
Once the bill was passed into law, the Red Pepper, a Ugandan tabloid, reported the names of suspected homosexuals in Uganda. However, this is not the first time this has happened. In 2010, another tabloid that no longer exists printed a similar list of known homosexuals. And only a month later, David Kato, one of the biggest LGBT advocates in Uganda was killed. Keep in mind, this was before this law was even passed, so I don't think things going to get any better now.
For obvious reasons, the international community and many foreign governments are outraged. This is a blatant violation of human rights occurring in a country that receives a huge amount of foreign aid. Some countries, including Norway, Denmark and the Netherlands, have already cut some of their foreign aid programs. The U.S. has yet to cut any aid, however, President Obama has made it quite clear that the U.S.-Ugandan relationship has become strained. President Museveni doesn't seem to care, making statements saying that Uganda will develop without foreign aid from these countries. I find this most interesting because Uganda gets a large amount of funding for antiretrovirals (ARVs) for those living with HIV. It appears that the Ugandan government is more interested in ridding its country of gays than saving the lives of over a million of its citizens from dying of AIDS. This is a blatant disregard for human life.
The bottom line is that I'm one of those RPCVs who is becoming disheartened by my former host country. I feel that when it comes to human rights, Uganda is moving backwards instead of forwards. This is particularly discouraging because I put so much of my time and effort into trying to make a difference there and yet it is still dragged back down by such close-mindedness.
Note: I've posted below many of the articles that I've come across that reference this subject (most of these are from the last few weeks). Most of what I wrote here is based on my own personal knowledge of the subject (acquired partly from reading these articles), so you may not find every single detail cited in these articles. But if you would like any further reading on this topic, these are some good sources.
Uganda President Signs Harsh Anti-Gay Law
Museveni Seeks U.S. Advice on Homosexuality
How Museveni Used Junk Science to Pass Uganda's Anti-Gay Bill
Museveni Responds to Obama on Anti-Gay Bill
Uganda Tabloid Prints Names of People it Says are Homosexual
Day After Uganda's Anti-Gay Law is Signed, a Tabloid Publishes Names
LGBT Ugandans Attacked, Killed as Tabloid Lists 'Top 200 Homos'
Several Countries Cut Aid to Uganda Over Anti-Gay Law
Ugandan Government Shrugs Off Aid Cuts Over Anti-Gay Law
Gay Not to Be Encountered: Culture Minister
Saturday, February 8, 2014
As many of you probably heard in the news earlier this week, Facebook just celebrated its 10th anniversary. When I first heard this, I simply couldn't believe it. It seems like yesterday when I was a freshman in college tinkering around with my new Facebook account. In fact, I think I started college at the perfect time. As a freshman in 2005, I was getting to know my campus and my friends at the very same time that Facebook was doing the same thing.
In the process of commemorating Facebook's 10th anniversary, I read several different articles on the topic and some of them really got me thinking. Has Facebook really changed the way we interact with the world? Or are we just wasting our time?
The first question is a hard one for me to answer. As I said before I don't know post high school life and socialization patterns without Facebook. From the time I started college, Facebook has always been there. I suspect, though, that Facebook has changed the way we socialize. You can more or less have a full and lasting relationship with someone on Facebook. I actually attribute some of my longest friendships to Facebook. I would not have been able to stay in touch with what was happening back home while I was in Uganda without Facebook. And now, living in DC, I'm in a similar situation. Not only do I share news and information with my distant and not so distant friends via Facebook, but I plan events and stay in tune with what is happening in the lives of people I may not have even seen in 5 or 10 years. It's things like this that just blow my mind.
So overall, I feel that Facebook is useful, however, I do on occasion waste time on Facebook. In 2004, I didn't know what Facebook was. I wasn't even very familiar with the idea of social networking. Now in 2014, I can't imagine life without Facebook. It has become as ingrained in my daily lifestyle as my iPhone and my Kindle.
I've posted two articles here. The first one is from the New York Times in 2004, speculating at the usefulness of Facebook just after it was created earlier that year. The second is about how at its 10th birthday, Facebook is changing the role technology plays in many different arenas throughout the world.
On Campus, Hanging Out By Logging On
Facebook at 10: The World is a Social Network Now
Saturday, January 25, 2014
I often find myself thinking about the world without the technology we have today. How would we accomplish simple tasks?
I'm going to start this post off with three short stories:
1. Recently I had a conversation with my dad about applying for college. As many people know, I was able to apply for graduate school from my house in Uganda using the internet, but I was wondering how a person in, say, the 1960's in the United States would have gone about a similar task. The answer is I have no idea. Even now, I'm still not sure. I wouldn't even know how to get information about different universities without the internet.
2. In a different conversation with my dad on another occasion, he was telling me how, on that particular day, my grandmom actually used a phone book (as in the yellow pages) to get a phone number for somewhere. My response was "do they still send out phone books?" I don't even remember the last time I saw one and it was probably even longer than that since I've used one.
3. Several months ago I was going out to breakfast with friends to a place that wasn't all that close to where any of us lived. And one of my friends who was driving there had printed out directions from Map Quest. I found this particularly amusing and kind of scoffed at her saying "1990 called and they want their directions back." Now I was just being cynical and having a good laugh, but the truth of the matter is that most people haven't used such "old" technology in years. And when I say old, it really isn't even that old, but it is still outdated. (In fact, Map Quest directions were not a technology from 1990. I believe it was very popular in the late 90's/early 2000's.)
So those are my three stories to try and paint a picture for you of what I'm really talking about. Despite having lived the first several years of my life without most of the technology that I use on a daily basis today, I was too young to really remember how certain things were done.
I wake up in the morning and before I even get out of bed, I check my email and Facebook on my phone. Sometimes (depending on how much time I have and whether I have to be at work that day) I may even read the news on my phone before I even get out of bed. As I'm getting ready for work I use my Weather Channel app to see how cold it is and prepare myself accordingly. I also use an app on my phone throughout the day to track how many calories I've eaten in order to control my diet and eat healthier.
Once I leave my apartment, I walk to the metro and while on the metro, I may catch up on news and email, reading articles and emails that I may not have had time to read earlier or that were not there earlier. I enjoy almost instant gratification when it comes to my inbox.
When I get to work, I sit down at my desk, log in to my computer, and again check my email. However this time it is my work email and my personal email. I log into Facebook and I also bring up my Google Calendar to remind me of any events I have that day or in the next few days. I also have an app for my calendar on my phone, in case someone needs to make an appointment with me and I don't want to pull out my computer (which I probably have on me at any given time) to check my schedule.
Throughout the day I may use the internet to do research for a project I'm working on for work, I use my phone to text friends sometimes to make plans or just to pass on some sort of amusing information, and I continue to use both my personal email and my work email to communicate with my supervisor, my co-workers, my classmates, my professors, other people at the university, and my family and friends (including those who live in DC, Philly, and anywhere else in the country or the world). In fact, I often find that in the office, people are more likely to email you than to get up and walk ten feet to talk to you in person.
Upon leaving work, I walk back to the metro and while on the metro I do the same as I did in the morning catching up on news and emails. I often have class at night or I have to go to the University for some other reason. In fact, all my appointments and meetings are made via email and occasionally text message. Once I get to class I pull out my computer to take notes and sometimes I may even check my email and my Facebook as well. While in class I may need to use the internet to access Blackboard to get some of my materials for class, such as lecture slides. I always find myself somewhat perturbed when a professor asks the class to take out a piece of paper that he or she may want handed in. On many occasions, I've turned to the person sitting next to me to ask for a piece of paper. I don't carry around paper. What would I use it for? It's just extra weight in my bag that I don't need. Luckily, I do carry a few pens in my bag, so I don't have to borrow one of them as well.
When class is over, I usually check my phone for text messages and phone calls, which are often waiting for me. Once I get home, I may sit down in front of my computer and watch Netflix for a bit before going to sleep. In fact, I usually watch Netflix on one computer, while surfing the internet and checking email on my other computer. And as I lie in bed, I am usually still checking to see if I have any new emails or updates on my Facebook via my phone.
Now can you imagine this day without technology? Some of these things that I use on a daily basis are relatively new even to me. I just got an iPhone (smartphone) upon returning to the U.S. after Peace Corps. Before I left for Uganda, I had a simple phone that didn't do much more than text. But something, such as the internet in a more general sense, is something that I only have a vague recollection of living without.
Sometimes I think all of this technology is either a reason for or a by-product of our busy lives. For example, I find that my time on the metro every day is wasted time...unless I find a way to make it productive by checking my email. I often feel every second of my day is accounted for and many of these technologies help me do that. Now I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but I do find myself to be rather productive when I need to be.
As you can see from my busy schedule, I don't actually mention making any phone calls. I may find myself checking my phone for any missed calls, but the fact of the matter is that I don't talk on the phone with most people I know. I am usually emailing them or texting them. It is much faster and with my busy life, I often don't have the time to go through the formalities of a phone call. I may need an answer to a simple question, but if I call someone to answer it, there is usually much more that we converse abount, taking up too much time. There are however a few people that I talk to on the phone, but most of them it is not on a regular basis. I have friends who I may have a lengthy phone call with every few months because we haven't seen each other recently and we need to catch up. But other than these people I rarely see, phone calls don't make much sense to me anymore. I think eventually even phone calls will become somewhat obsolete. It is just a matter of time.
And finally, I'm going to leave you with this short video about how people reacted when Gmail briefly went down yesterday. Oh, what the world can't live without!
Note: If anyone is curious as to why the title of this post is in quotes, it is because, as I reach for my iPhone, this is something I often find myself saying if someone ask me a question.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
I find it a bit ironic to be writing this post on an unexpected day off. However, I guess I also find it ironic that the Federal Government and American University have both shut down for snow and it isn't even snowing out right now. So anyway, I feel like this is an extension of my last post about my current busy schedule.
I always feel like I have this problem of time. There is never enough of it. If I have days to kill (where I don't have work or class), I find something to do with them. I go somewhere, read a book, or catch up with friends. I never have the feeling of being one of those people that finds myself doing nothing but watching TV all day mindlessly. Every day has an agenda. I often dread the days where nothing is accomplished, even if my accomplishments are nothing more than spending time with people and having fun.
I keep a calendar (Google calendar) and it has turned into my life. I would be lost without it. I could tell you where I'll be in six months and what I'll be doing based on my calendar. Now that a new year has started and I am beginning to have a better outlook of the year ahead, I'm making plans for trips and weekends. I'm deciding what I'm going to do with my summer and where I'm going to be. And even though I may have a week off here or a month off there, I never seem to actually have a day off, but that's how I like it. Is life really worth living if you aren't doing anything at all?
Last year, when I was finishing up my Peace Corps service, I travelled around Uganda for a month. Then I travelled Europe for another two and a half months. Once I got back to the states, I thought maybe there would be some down time, but no. I booked up my schedule solid. From the time I arrived home in July until when I moved at the end of August, I was constantly spending time with people, travelling, packing (to move), etc. And once I moved, I was unpacking and starting classes. In fact, between when I left my house in Uganda on March 15th of last year until I moved to DC on August 15th, I didn't spend more than four consecutive nights in any one given place. I spent five months of being a nomad. I didn't feel like I had much of a home and I never felt like I had a day off, but I loved every minute of it. Every day was different, which made every day exciting.
So as I sit here figuring out how I'm going to spend my unexpected day off (probably with getting ahead on my school work), I want to leave you with this:
If you find yourself with nothing to do, make an agenda for your day of things you could do. It can be as simple as reading a magazine or going food shopping. You don't want everything to be work. Have some fun. Nobody should really have a day where they actually do nothing. If you find that there is never enough time in life, you know you are probably living life to the fullest.
Friday, January 17, 2014
At the beginning of this week, I had my first class for the semester. Going into this semester, I was fully aware of what I signed up for, but it wasn't until towards the end of this first week of classes that I started to fully understand what that means.
Back in August of last year was when I scored this internship where I am currently working, and over the course of the Fall semester, I hemmed and hawed over how many classes I was going to take this semester considering I would be working full time. I also had to decide whether or not I was taking my internship for credit (which adds an additional online class component to my work) or if I would take it for no credit. So over the course of about 4 months, I stewed over my options. And eventually, against the advice of my adviser, I not only decided to take on 3 classes (a full time course load), I also decided to take my internship for credit making it my fourth class. Now four classes without working would be quite a feat, but I'm a motivated person and I actually think I made this decision partly to prove my adviser wrong.
So now here I am in my first week of class and my second week of work and how do I feel? Completely Overwhelmed.
Oh, did I mention I also still have my fellowship for my scholarship where I'm supposed to be dedicating five hours a week to working with the Peace Corps Archive at the American University Library. I am also still an active member of the Graduate Student Council and the Council for International Economic Relations.
My classes this semester are actually all rather similar. I'm taking International Economics, Development Economics, and Econometrics (plus my internship class).
Now despite the fact that I'm feeling very overwhelmed by all this, I am also seeing how this is doable. It also doesn't help that I love all my classes and don't want to drop any, I love my internship and feel that the work I'm doing is totally worthwhile, and I enjoy being active in my school and program councils. So, needless to say, I'm not dropping anything and I'm going to stick it out. This may end up being the term from hell, but at the same time, wouldn't it just be so gratifying if I did really well in all my classes and loved every minute of it (...well maybe not every minute).
So if I get too caught up in work and class and I don't manage to post on here for a significant amount of time, don't worry. I didn't go totally a-wall or drop off the face of the planet. I'm probably just trying to catch up and not feel so overwhelmed.
For now I'm going to leave you with this Ted Talk that was assigned as an optional resource for my Development Economics class. It's pretty interesting and it may give you a small taste of what my next few months may look like.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
As I said before, I just started an internship at the State Department working with the Special Envoy for Sudan and South Sudan. I will comment more in length on this later, but for now, if you want to really understand what is going on in South Sudan and why the current conflict there is occurring, you should read this report put out by the Congressional Research Service.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
No matter what someone from DC is called, I don't think I will ever consider myself to be from here. My hometown is the center of my universe and I will always be a Philadelphian. The funny things is that no matter what the population of Washington DC, there are very few people who seem to be from here. Since moving here I sometimes hear people refer to DC as "Hollywood for ugly people." Not to say that people in DC are ugly, but more to compare the political arena here to the struggle of actors in LA. There is this constant flow of people in and out of this city. Whether it be foreign service officers who are constantly in and out between their other postings or just those people who are trying to get into politics or the government, jobs in DC seem to work on a revolving door system. And that, among other reasons, is why I don't think I could stay here for the long term.
DC has a very unique way about it. I haven't actually lived in any other city in the U.S. outside of DC and Philly, but DC just seems to function differently than any other city in this country and some of its peculiarities are for obvious reasons. For one thing, it is not a state and it is not in a state. I'm always a little amused at the slight bitterness that is expressed on DC license plates which all read "Taxation without representation." This phrase seems so historic, yet here it's reality. DC residents (or Washingtonians, if you will) are taxed (just like every other American), yet they don't have representatives in the Senate or the House of Representatives. The full reasoning for this seemingly unconstitutional practice is something that I don't fully understand, but yet it still seems odd to me.
Another thing that seems so different to what I am used to in Philly is the driving in DC as well as the roads, laws, and manners that go along with it. There are some streets in DC which have a different amount of lanes going in each direction depending on the time of day. I happen to live on one of these streets and even after being here almost five months, I'm still confused as to what lane I should drive in at what time. The reasoning behind this has to do with the rush hours in the morning and in the evening, which makes sense, however, on top of it all, at certain times on certain days, the far right lane in both directions becomes a parking lane. And there always seems to be that one car that didn't move once parking time was over. So you could be driving down the street and find yourself moments away from a collision with a parked car in you lane.
Another thing that I'm adjusting to when it comes to driving here is that I morally don't feel like I can do the "Philly bump" anymore. For those of you that are not familiar, the Philly bump is a totally acceptable practice in Philly, where, while parallel parking, you tap the car in front or behind you. Now I'm not talking about damaging the other person's car or anything like that. In fact, you most likely won't leave even the slightest mark. But in Philly this is more or less condoned. Well, in DC, I've been told that you may actually be stopped by a random person on the street (not the car owner) who will ask if you are going to leave a note on the car to point out to the owner that their car has no mark on it at all from when you gently tapped it. Let's just say I generally don't parallel park in this city.
Okay, that's enough DC bashing for one blog post. Let's get to the good things about this city. One thing that I truly love about DC is that most of the museums are free. Not only are they free, but there are so many of them and they are actually worthwhile museums. So on a lazy Saturday afternoon, I can just hop on the metro and go learn a thing or two.
Speaking of the metro, that is another bonus that DC has to offer. I come from a town where you really only use the subway to get to baseball games and that's only if you live in a part of the city where you can get the subway. So when you're lucky enough to be in one of these few subway accessible areas of the city, you have the privilege of riding on this train that smells of urine and usually has a homeless guy sleeping on it. Well now that I live in DC, I live 1/2 mile from my nearest metro stop and I can take the metro pretty much anywhere. I can even take it out to the suburbs in Virginia and Maryland. Yes, in fact, the DC metro system crosses state/district borders. And guess what else! It is one of the cleanest subway systems I've ever seen. No urine smell here. So, yes, my driving mode of transportation may have been downgraded by moving, but my public transport system got infinitely better.
Anyway, now that I feel like this post is already too long (and I can't come up with anymore really good things to say about DC at the moment), I'm going to end it here. I've been here five months so far and DC is growing on me slowly slowly, however, I will always be comparing it to Philly and I don't think it will ever live up to it (at least not for me). So I guess you can call me a Philadelphian from the District.
Friday, January 3, 2014
As I stated in my previous post, I'm starting a new internship at the State Department next week where I'll be working with the Special Envoy for Sudan and South Sudan. When I first found out that I had gotten this internship, it was suggested to me by the current intern at the time to read up on Sudan and South Sudan. She suggested a book called Emma's War by Deborah Scroggins. So I took the suggestion...
Considering how busy I was with classes I wasn't able to read this book until the Fall semester was finished. So as soon as I found the time in December, I began reading this book and I leisurely made my way through it over the Christmas holiday.
Deborah Scroggins is a journalist from Atlanta, who was doing extensive reporting on Sudan for a local paper in Atlanta back in the late 80's and early 90's. This is when she first met Emma McCune, a British aid worker. Emma McCune is the main focus of Scroggins book Emma's War. Emma was born the child of colonialist parents who were living in India, but the family moved back to the UK when colonialism fell. After her father committed suicide, Emma struggled with her own identity and this is how she first established her love affair with Sudan. In the late 80's, Emma started her new life as an aid worker in Sudan. She worked for several years for the UN establishing schools in parts of southern Sudan.
Scroggins book is an intertwined story of Emma McCune and how she eventually married Reik Machar, a rebel warrior of southern Sudan, and Scroggins own personal experiences in Sudan. Emma's War gives a descriptive, well-rounded view of Sudan, its people, and its political state. Having read this book and also keeping up with the current political turmoil that is occurring in South Sudan, I feel prepared to start work on Monday.