Maybe I can’t Change the System

Frustrations are bound to arise as a Peace Corps Volunteer.  I am nearing the end of my first year and I have so many frustrations that if I listed them all this would be more of a bitching session than the helpful uplifting article I am about to write.  My kids have become the only reason I go to school.  Now most of them irritate the crap out of me.  I know this may seem strange to some people, the fact that the same kids who irritate I also care about a great deal.  The thing is I actually see a potential in all of these kids.  Many of these kids have never been asked to think on their own, or to critically think about the world around them.  Just having these kids sit in a room and write an essay about their favorite artist is difficult for some of these kids not because they don’t know the words, but because they have never been asked why.  If that is my legacy here, making these kids ask why and think for themselves, then I will be satisfied with that.  I really do hope that these kids, no matter how much they annoy me, are the reason that I am still here and not enjoying air conditioning with my family.