Every morning, after shoving my way to the back of the bus and throwing all my weight into an unforgiving seat, I look up. Plastered to the ceiling of each bus on my route to work is an advertisement for Peace Corps. After acknowledging it, I spend the rest of my commute wearing the smirky grin of a Cheshire cat.
I’m suitably impressed by the advertising team that PC employed. “Life is calling” has reverberated around my brain for the past few weeks. I’m starting to realize that Peace Corps isn’t going to be about the travel or the new cultures awaiting. It’s all about experiencing two years of Western Guilt, homesickness, multiple bouts of diarrhea and still kicking AIDS/HIV awareness butt.
When grad schools, employers and attractive blind dates ask, “Why you? What makes you the best choice?” You can answer: Because while others can do it, I’ve proven that I’ll still be doing it after two years of continual challenges on multiple fronts.
And then there’s also massive amounts of food that I plan on consuming. It was probably contributing factor numero dos. Luckily, I managed to hold back that response during the PC interviews!