A collection of red, blue, and green dots organized for your viewing pleasure. In other words, Enjoy The Pictures!

 The Disney Channel is stepping it up this year with its new hit soap opera "When the Breast Feeding Ends".  It's said to be filled with drama, knives, and of course, babies on the edge!

 The Thinker has nothing on me.

 A big gun that the Japanese didn't have time to take home after WWII.  I wonder why?

 Projectiles the size of my hand.

And of course 6 barrels.

Hear Ye' Hear Ye' o Secondary Projects

In reference to the style of this blog title, thought I'd spice it up a little with some horrible rendition of an Old English Phrase.  In other words, I'm bored right now.

It's funny how one action can start a chain reaction and how many chain reactions can lead to one event.  I've been teaching my students songs that I have on my computer's Itunes thinking that maybe they will remember 2 or 3 vocabs words from the song, maybe the beat, and nothing else.  Boy was I wrong.  A couple of nights ago I was hanging out with a couple ( by couple I mean 4-6) of Salapwukians including my some of my students, and the most amazing thing happened.  They started to sing each song I taught them with perfect timing and all of the lyrics.  On top of that, they had taught the songs to their family and they started to sing along too.  Now the tunes of the Beatles and Marvin Gaye's "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" are common place here.  Who'd of thought...

I've started a running club at my school that consists of any student who wants to run in the evenings 3 days a week.  My goal is to show the kids that there are free ways to exercise and stay healthy.  Diabetes and obesity are a huge problem here in Pohnpei due to overuse of salt, a lot of sugar, and minimum physical activity.  The extremely sad part is that most of these problems (I would guess about 80%) are bared by women.  It's an extremely interesting dichotomy of how the men here all have six packs and the women are mostly not in good shape.  I believe this is starting to change with the younger generation as they learn more about staying healthy, and I'm hoping to have some impact on that change.

I've become extremely frustrated with some things that I take for granted in America that absolutely do not exist here.  The biggest one is Special Education for students with disabilities.  In the U.S., it's assumed that if you have a condition like slight retardation or a speech impairment, there is a trained personnel at most elementary schools or someone in town from whom you can receive extra attention.  Throw that out the window here.  Some of the students at my school are in 3rd grade and are not even able to write their own name, and there's no one who bats an eye at it.  With a particular student, I'm spending time with them after school to help that student learn how to write basic letters.  It's been 3 days now, and I now can say that I have been completely humbled by this experience.  That is my most challenging secondary project: teaching an 8 year old student how to write their own 4-letter name.  I now respect every person who has worked in Special Education because of their amount of patience.  Patience, now that's a word.

We Peace Corps Volunteers had Thanksgiving dinner a little early on Sunday November, 18th.  The U.S. Ambassador invited us and some Army soldiers stationed in Pohnpei to eat at her beautiful villa outlooking the Pacific Ocean.  All I can say is that your tax dollars went to work that day.  I ate.  I ate some more.  I ate until people started giving me that look of, "Dude... The toilet is that way."  No, I didn't puke.  I actually never felt full even though I ate 2 plates of food and a whole pie.  It was a great way to celebrate Thanksgiving by eating turkey and stuffing while gazing out at the Pacific Ocean.

I've picked up the task of trying to keep myself intellectually stimulated, which is tough.  My conversations here with my community consist of sex jokes, trying to find me a wife, more sex jokes, food, and lesson planning for English classes.  So instead of turning my brain into complete mush, I've decided to start briefly studying for the GRE with a GRE test book that is conveniently in my school library.  I've also started to read the book The Lazy Intellectual which I thought fit me perfectly.  It's tough having come from a college town with interesting topics and ideas in a language I can perfectly understand to listening to me being talked to like a child in a language I barely understand.  The range of topics on an island are pretty limited, and definitely more limited in a isolated town with no Internet nor television.  Reading/studying will save me; I hope.

I feel like I've covered just about every topic I need to in this blog post.  To all of my friends and family back home, I love and miss you all.  Thanks for all of the support in the form of care packages, FB wall posts, emails, and prayers.  This is a tough job, but I believe it's what I need to be doing with my life right now.  It's almost Christmas season.  Maybe Good Ol' Saint Nick will send you a present.  Leave me your address on Facebook, and I might send you a post card or a coconut.  Either way, you win.

Salud,
Nicolás Antonio Canfield

Salmonella, Worms, and Progress

Thought I'd do a picture/video update along with a short blurb of the past 2 weeks.

Last week, I had a salmonella infection.  This caused me to not want to eat for a week, have diarrhea, and feel overall feel like shit.  Two days ago, the worst whole day migraine of my life accompanied with vomiting and the discovery of intestinal worms was such a treat.

I also have been learning the intricacies of the word mwemweit (to go hang out at someone elses place).  Living in an isolated community in the mountains means that it's a good walk to go hang out with others, but it's worth it to see some new people

My family is probably the coolest in the world.  During the past two weeks of a constant feeling of being punched in the balls by a headache and diarrhea, they've been really helpful. 

Boulder is finally looking like a dog instead of a puppy now.  He's still bitting people occasionally and jumping on tables for food, but he's learning.

I showed my family how to make smores and banana pancakes last week since they've never heard of neither.  They had fun making the poking sticks and setting the mallows ablaze.  My brother had so much fun with it that he took the left over marshmallows to school to show his friends.  Peace Corps Goal #2 = smashed.
Care packages have been awesome, and I thank my stepmom, aunt, and grandma for supplying the goods.

Trying to make friends with people of the same age here is pretty difficult.  They're all really shy and don't want to be seen with the only white guy for miles (yes, I stick out like a sore thumb plastered with white paint).  I only go to church on Sundays to hang out with others, but it seems like the other side isn't willing to make the effort.  Fuck.

Okay, video and pictures:

The Jungle Boys

I'm trying to stay more connected with people back home, and this blog post is an attempt at that.

I'm now oficially the only white person (okay... let's say American since the people there have light skin) in Salapwuk.  The other volunteer just finished her service last Sunday and took off to the world outside of Pohnpei.  It's been fun having another person to take notes on and talk to, and I'll try to continue the good work she's done.

The weeks have gone by really fast.  I find that Monday through Thursday fly by; by the time it's Friday, it's time for Kolonia or some adventure out in the jungle.  Around Kitti, one of the names I've heard my family and the Salapwuk guys being called in the Jungle Boys.  I makes me feel a little bit like Mowgli from The Jungle Book, just without Baloo.  Here's some imagery for you: machetes, deep hikes into the jungle, 50 foot cliff dives, blisters without a reason, green leaves for miles, and no cell phone coverage for days.  When you think of Nick in the Jungle, think of that.

My students hate me because we just had our 9 weeks test.  One of my bonus! questions was the following: explain the idiom "When pigs fly!".  I feel that if anything, my students will forget that idiom when pigs fly.

I'm becoming more comfortable with my host family.  We're starting to eat together more at the same time, and we're starting to think of each other as peneinei (family) and less of each other as brown people vs. white people.  Cue the song "Ebony and Ivory". 

I just voted online in the presidential/local elections for Colorado.  I can only imagine the noise that's going on in the States right now about it.  Part of me misses it, and part of me is relieved; kind of like a bladder with no piss.  It's not really participating, but it feels relieved.  Do you get my metaphor?  I don't...

If you'd like to know more about what I'm doing, send me an email or leave a comment.  I need to know what my audience wants to know.  Let's call it 'market research'.  Thanks CU marketing professor.

Dejando mi amor con vosotros,
Lepen

Pictures for miles

Haven't posted pictures for a good amount of time.  Here's to changing that!

This is where I live.

This dog's name is Saddam Hussein. One of my soon to be students' name is Bin Ladin.

Fixing the town's waterpipe.  We then proceesed to carry the pipe a mile into the jungle and fix the break in the pipe.

The jungle.

Sliced open pig being dueced to by my host brother.

My new house.  Sorry about the lighting.

My 5th&6th grade class.  We combine them into one classroom.

Starting a coconut fire with a soldering iron.

The friendly pig that I rode in with on my way to town.

Country Livin'

Top o' the morning to ya folks. (Since I live in the country of Micronesia, I have to start saying this all the time).

More and more I'm starting to feel like a Peace Corps Volunteer.  The enduring trials of slow progress, horrible attemps at pronouncing a foreign language, and monotone diet are a constant reminder that I'm not in America anymore.  Rice, canned meat (Spam, Spaghettios, compressed beef, mackerel...), bananas, pig, and fried everything.  When I mean everything, I mean everything.  It's not the most healthy of diets, but I manage.  The way I describe it is that I'm getting in the best 'worst' shape of my life.  Let me explain.

The past 3 weeks have been filled with me doing hikes in the jungle, 50 foot cliff jumps into water, swimming on the weekends, learning how to make a local fire, becomming well versed in the use of a machete (for chopping down just about anything), mixing concrete by shovel, and (insert random physical activity here).  These people are tough as nails.  We walk around in the jungle in flip flops.  FLIP FLOPS!  Not to mention everything is muddy and extremely slippery, but no one seems to fall.  It's amazing to say the least.  This being the case, Lepen has been getting a lot of physical activity in, but it's nothing in comparison to the extent that my fellow Salapwukites go.

This is my daily schedule: wake up at 6:30am (the sun rises at exactly 6am every day), do some pushups/pullups/situps in my room, eat breakfast with cinnamon bark tea, maybe shower, walk to school, teach from 8:30 to 12pm, go back home to eat lunch, come back to school to grade papers/read to the 1st and second graders/ conduct PE for the 7th and 8th graders, lesson plan at the school, go back home to play basketball until the sun sets at exactly 7pm, watch a movie, rest on rice bags, eat dinner, go to bed.  It's a pretty good daily routine, but I might need to shake it up a little.  Sometimes monotony is well... monotonous.

Now for the part you've all been waiting for: how's my puppy doing?  Boulder is starting to become one of the many dogs at the house.  He plays with the other big puppy, picks fights with the bigger dogs, and gets beaten up pretty bad by one of the older dogs.  By the way, one of the dogs is named Saddam Hussein.  I laugh inside everytime Saddam does something bad.

The construction on my new room is finished, and I'm moving in soon.  I'll be sure to post pictures of the finished house once I get a chance.  It's a beautiful 10' X 15' room with a good breeze going through it.  Tin roof and a sturdy wooden floor.  I can't wait to move in.

2 more months until the election.  Let's see if I can get my absentee ballot sent of fast enough.

P.S. I just taught my 7&8th graders some cliche's and idiomatic expressions.  So as my students would say:

Hasta la vista, baby.

The Nice New House on the Prairie