I’ve started hearing little voices everywhere I go.
Sure, there are the normal little voices that have guided me since childhood,
but these are different. These are little Armenian voices. Little Armenian
voices of little Armenian children who follow me about.
Okay, not exactly overnight. I’ve been in my village
for about three weeks now and school started just last Thursday. Word has
gotten out that there’s an American in town! Whenever I walk about now, I seem
to hear a few keywords echoed in my wake: oosootsich,
Amerikatsi, angleren, Kelsey, GOOD MORNING!
(The last one is usually shouted quite proudly, no matter the time of
day).
Although I am the first PCV in my village, I am not
the first American presence (an American-Armenian organization, COAF, is
involved in many activities here). However, I am the first American to live
here (as far as I’m aware). I can also confidently say that I’m the first
native English speaker many of my students have met. So I’m presented with
a very interesting, challenging, and exciting future here. I get to set the bar
for any future PCV. I get to be the first real exposure—as opposed to Hollywood
exposure—to the USA that these people will have.
I have no idea how this will pan out in the long
run. Right now, I’m focused on improving my small-talk so I can impress all the
various peanut galleries with my Armenian skills.
Side note: I updated two of the pages above, Books Read and Snail Mail! Check 'em out.
***9/14 UPDATE***
Today I learned, via my counterpart's mother, that some people in the village thought I was here to write a book! I guess they thought it'd be about Armenia, but I'm not sure. Maybe I just have that "writer" look about me ... whatever that is!
***9/14 UPDATE***
Today I learned, via my counterpart's mother, that some people in the village thought I was here to write a book! I guess they thought it'd be about Armenia, but I'm not sure. Maybe I just have that "writer" look about me ... whatever that is!
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