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August 5, 2010

To be bewildered, frustrated, even angry, that women in the village are obviously sick but do not trust the health system enough to go to the doctor.

To have a seat reserved for me inside the truck instead of outside in the back, no matter how much I protest, no matter how many people are traveling with us, no matter if it is pouring rain or blisteringly hot.

To be exhausted after a long (and somewhat irritating) day in a village and be able to retreat to my office and close the door, catch up on emails and talk to friends on gchat.

To not worry too much if someone walking by spies me drinking a beer through the window, since my race means that the cultural standards used to judge young women’s behavior here don’t apply to me.

To wonder about which hormones are in IUDs, to have a computer to use to look it up on the internet, to know how to use the internet, to have millions of webpages in my own language that can answer my question. To even know what an IUD is.

To look at graduate school admissions pages and bemoan how much money I will have to return for loans after I finish. Because I will surely get the loans.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. August 5, 2010 9:12 am

    Beautiful reflection. I know exactly what it feels like to be at this point. Keep up the well written and constructed reflections.

    • August 5, 2010 9:53 am

      Thanks Tom! Happy to learn about your blog too.

  2. August 5, 2010 10:25 am

    Thanks so much Linda! This got caught in my spam filter for a bit, and then, I’ll be honest, it took me more than a few minutes to figure out who had tweeted about the post because I am twitter-illiterate. Your blog is one of my favorites (finally remembered to add it to my blogroll!) so your recommendation means a lot!


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