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Michelle

Age: 27

Location: Sonsonate, El Salvador

Michelle is a volunteer for the Peace Corps in El Salvador. Her program seeks to educate youth and teachers in the areas of English, Information Technology and other civic related projects.

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June 19, 2006

Why I'm happy again...

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I know. I was a little down last month. I guess it happens to most volunteers at some point, many in my group around the same time - the 11th-12th month after arriving here.

For me, I was bawling my eyes out like everyday for no reason at all!! Or at least I thought so. I ended up visiting our resident Peace Corps psychologist here, of course, bawling my eyes out during the whole appointment, and here is what she had to say:

"Let's talk about emotional energy. I like to compare it to a full glass of water. Most of the time, your glass is full. But when the water level starts to lower, you usually do things that fill it back up: go shopping, go out to dinner with friends, exercise, read, etc. And that allows you to roll with the punches because you have a reserve. But when volunteers come here, they can't always do the things they did in the states to fill that glass back up when it starts going down. And they have to run on it half full, or a quarter, or even sometimes, on empty. That is where you are. Your glass is empty. And you need to do things to fill it back up so you can function here again."

She told me that I have to schedule something just for me EVERYDAY. It could be reading, exercising, journaling, listening to music, etc. Anything. But after that meeting, I felt like there WERE things that would make me feel better. So I've been fine ever since then. :)

And to prove it, click here to read about all the recent encounters I've had that SHOULD have set me over the edge (if I was still in my mood from last month)! :)

June 09, 2006

Please explain...

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Anybody. Please. Explain. Please read the article below and then visit here to read about WHY this makes no sense to me!

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The End of Motherhood?
By Robert J. Samuelson
Newsweek (05/29/06)

Russian president Vladimir Putin has inadvertently spotlighted one of today's momentous mysteries: collapsing birthrates in industrialized countries. Putin proposed that Russia pay women to have children to remedy a "critical" population outlook. Actually, he might have said "desperate." In 2000, Russia's population totaled almost 147 million; Putin says it's declining by 700,000 a year. With plausible assumptions, the U.S. Census Bureau projects it at 111 million in 2050. The median age (half the population above, half below) would be almost 50, up from 38 now. Could this Russia maintain a strong economy, national optimism or a capable military?

Russia's case, though extreme, isn't isolated. There's no more population "explosion." In wealthier countries, motherhood is going out of style and plunging birthrates portend population loss. This is a hugely significant development, even if we don't fully understand the causes—experts didn't predict it—or consequences. One way or another, the side effects will be massive for economics, politics and people's well being. Indeed, they may already have started. Is it a coincidence that Germany and Italy, two countries on the edge of population decline, are so troubled?

First, some facts. On average, women must have two children for a society to replace itself. The actual number of children per woman is called the "total fertility rate," or TFR. Here are the 2005 TFRs for some major countries: Germany, 1.4; Greece, 1.3; Italy, 1.3; Japan, 1.4; Poland, 1.2; and Russia, 1.3. Low fertility rates don't instantly lead to population declines. They can be offset by immigration, longer life expectancies and greater numbers of young mothers. But ultimately, low fertility rates suggest falling populations (table).

"The forthcoming and dramatic depopulation of Europe and Japan will cause many problems," writes Ben Wattenberg in "Fewer," his excellent book on the subject. "Populations will age, the customer base [for businesses] will shrink, there will be labor shortages, the tax base will decline, pensions will be cut, retirement ages will increase." All plausible. In 2000, one in six people in Germany and Japan were 65 or older; by 2050, the projections are for one in three. Of course, projections go wrong. But they could as easily underpredict population loss as overpredict.

Up to a point, we understand plunging fertility rates. The usual suspects: improved incomes; health and life expectancies (as more children survive, parents have fewer babies); growing urbanization (families need fewer children to work the fields); women's access to education and jobs; contraception; later and fewer marriages; more divorces. But our understanding is only partial, because there's one big exception to low fertility rates: the United States.

American fertility is roughly at the replacement rate, 2.1 children per woman. Nor does the U.S. rate merely reflect, as some think, a higher rate among Hispanic Americans. The fertility rate is 1.9 for non-Hispanic whites and about 2 for African-Americans, reports demographer Nicholas Eberstadt of the American Enterprise Institute. What explains the American exception? Eberstadt cites three differences with Europe and most other advanced countries: greater optimism, greater patriotism and stronger religious values. There's some supporting evidence. A survey by the National Opinion Research Center at the University of Chicago asked respondents in 33 countries to react to this statement: "I would rather be a citizen of [my country] than of any other." Among Americans, 75 percent "strongly" agreed; among Germans, the French and Spanish, comparable responses were 21 percent, 34 percent and 21 percent, respectively.

Children are now usually a conscious choice—whereas they were once considered economic necessities or religious obligations. Somehow our society better mixes child rearing and jobs than other societies that provide greater child subsidies (government day care, family allowances). Indeed, generous welfare states may discourage having children. A study by economists at the University of Minnesota found that high Social Security payments and payroll taxes are associated with low fertility rates. People may feel they don't need children to care for them in old age. Or high taxes and poor economies may deter young people from starting families.

No one knows. But by not having children, people are voting against the future—their countries' and, perhaps, their own. It is easy to imagine the sacrifices and disappointments of raising children. It is hard, try as people might, to imagine the intense joys and selfish pleasures. People ignore Adam Smith's keen insight: "[The] chief part of human happiness arises from the consciousness of being beloved."

June 01, 2006

The sting of a scorpion...

Well, I was stung by a scorpion yesterday. To read about it, click here.

Below is a story written by Laura Boddington, another Peace Corps volunteer, last fall.
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This is a story about a scorpion sting. Many of us live with them; I kill an average of five per week. If I am lucky, the wind is blowing, and I stay up past eight, my death toll can go up to three per day. Sometimes I have to use the cuma and the machete to trap and kill. With that many scorpions around a sting was inevitable.

So here is my scorpion tale. The Torola-San Miguel bus is climbing up to Perquin full of people from my site. I am sitting by the window spacing out on the Honduran mountains when I feel a pinch on my right shoulder. With a well-practiced motion, I raise my hand to squash the offending insect. My hand touches down on something which stings so painfully that I instantly envision a huge stinger stuck in my finger. Four things happen in quick succession:

1. I scream.

2. The driver stops the bus.

3. All the passengers turn to stare at me.

4. I lower my hand expecting to see an object lodged in my finger. I find it free of stingers and intact except for a small red slit.

I continue to stare at my finger. My fellow bus riders stare at me in a way that tells me the scream was very very loud. The driver has put the bus into park and he and the cobrador are turned around staring. I take my eyes off of my finger, which has a strange combination of numbness and excruciating pain, and see a scorpion on the floor.

"¡Alacran!"

All of the passengers react, so my accent must be improving. Everyone's legs are raised. People are removing their shoes to take swings at the confused scorpion as it rushes around under the seats. One proud man traps it, cuts off the tail and kills it. He holds it up like a trophy for all to see.

Here I make a huge mistake, actually my second mistake of the day. The first was not to have shaken out my shoulder bag before using it. I ask the school teacher in front of me, "What can I do?" "Nothing," she says.

"Scorpion guts, use the guts" cries someone from the back.

Suddenly the whole bus is united. I must put the scorpion's guts on my finger to take away the pain. The driver and cobrador have not budged so I find myself in a catch 22. If I refuse to put the guts on my finger, the bus will take longer to get me to Perquin where I hope Neil at least has some benadryl. I will have to hear about how I was afraid of scorpions for the rest of my service. It will replace the usual, ¨"She is so skinny because she doesn't eat tortillas at breakfast" refrain which the women use whenever I say no to anything.

On the other hand, if I accept the scorpion gut treatment, I am going to have to touch the scorpion. Maybe some volunteers can touch scorpions casually, but I used to have nightmares about bugs. In a particularly vivid one the wall of my bedroom turned into an underground dirt wall full of bugs which were busily tunneling around next to me. I have never liked bugs. (I digress but I swear, Neil, if you are reading this that all of my tails connect in the end and people in my group should appreciate that I am at least fully clothed in this story). My dad probably should not have gotten me an ant farm so young.

The man is holding the scorpion out to me. Its legs are dangling limply from its body, swaying as the man's hand shakes perceptibly. The pinchers are also limp and dangling. I do not want to touch this disgusting bug.

Then again, I think, maybe the guts will work. After double checking that the scorpion is dead, I close my eyes, hold out my hand, and am anointed with the scorpion guts. My wound is now covered with black goo. Everyone sits back down, the driver takes the parking brake off, and in ten minutes I am climbing out of the bus in Perquin.

Did the scorpion guts alleviate the pain at all? It's hard to know. After four hours I only had mild numbness and within six I had no pain whatsoever. Maybe the guts worked? Maybe scorpion venom is something that chemists should look into. I already emailed my boss back at the biotech suggesting that scorpion guts could be the next great pharmaceutical break through in pain medication.

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