Saturday, March 17, 2012

Last Post!

From this point on, I will be blogging on Samanthaginsburg.com! It's easier to keep it all it one spot. Love you all, whoever is still reading this :)

April 2013--http://lessonsandplansinshallah.wordpress.com/

Friday, March 16, 2012

Leaving for Philadelphia today

My staging event is in Philadelphia. Staging is a 2-day event where all of the soon to be Peace Corps Trainees arrive and get a basic orientation before taking off. It is spread out to allow for everyone all over the country to show up in this one location. Pretty neat stuff.

Tuesday we will be taking a bus together and heading to JFK to fly to Casablanca. Crazy stuff!

I requested to go to Philadelphia a few days early. I am going to spend the weekend with my grandma, maybe see my aunt and cousin, and do a yoga class with a bunch of soon-to-be PCVs (Peace Corps Volunteer) on Sunday. Apparently a current PCV's mom owns a yoga studio and will let us all take a class there on Sunday. I am looking forward to it.

How are you feeling? Are you excited? You're going to be so great! I'm/We're so proud of you. Be careful. Don't get pregnant.
--These are the comments I keep getting over and over again as the days slowly tick down to the leave date.

I'm glad it's slow, because I have spent the past week squeezing in 2 months of a social life. I had my goodbye party (amazing), random gathering on the front porch (I tanned) and cried in the teacher's lounge (that was a blast). I am quickly falling too much in love with Colorado and my group of friends. They make it too easy. If I waited any longer, I probably wouldn't be leaving at all.

I was talking to someone about the idea that I'm not overly excited about heading out, but that I feel some sort of weight or responsibility and necessity to go through with the Peace Corps. He brought up my favorite method of decision making--> cost/benefit analysis!!

Cost:
2 years
2 years of my friends
2 years of my friends, weddings, children, puppies, break-ups, heart-breaks
my amazing puppy
the school where I work

Benefit:
travel
travel
travel
educating Americans about Moroccans
educating Moroccans about Americans
doing a little bit of good in the world
teaching
sleeping in a hammock
adopting all of the puppies and kittens and monkeys in Morocco
travel
being able to say "I DID THAT" ******

...So you see, there are costs and benefits to both sides. But in the end, time moves onward and forward and don't stop for nobody. So I'll do it, and the worst thing that happens? I say "I DID THAT"... but don't get to sleep in a hammock.

Not a bad deal.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

ONE WEEK!!

It'll be one week til I hit the streets
Gonna have a great time in Philly
It'll be two years til I see you again
So long Colorado it's been a slice of heaven...

That's all I've got on a whim. Think Barenaked Ladies, "One Week".

Leaving in one week!

Saw the dude-person in California and went to the San Diego Zoo with my mom. Getting pumped, excited to leave the State Assessment tests behind that I have been proctoring.

This is how I feel:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaIvk1cSyG8

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Kids Class Capoeira

I don't know if you know this, but I play Capoeira. And, lovely enough, I like kids!

I have been practicing Capoeira for about 11-12 months by now; I started in Istanbul, moved on to Santa Ana, CA, and now I'm in Denver, CO. I'm hoping to continue my practice in Morocco when I move there in the next few weeks. If there is not already a group, maybe some young people will be intrigued enough to learn a few things.

To practice-- and prepare myself-- for the possibility of teaching others Capoeira solely in order to have somebody to play with, I took a Capoeira teacher training course. Also, I wanted to hang out with my friends some more and become an awesome-r Capoeirista (someone who plays Capoeira).

What I learned is, first and foremost, that I have a loooong way to go before I will feel comfortable calling myself a Capoeira teacher. I respect those who have been putting the sweat an' tears into practicing too much for that.

What I learned next is, I am TERRIFIED of being upside down. So, naturally, I spend the majority of my time with my head on the ground and feet leaning up against the wall.

Lately I have been helping out with the kids class (3-4 weeks), to see if I can get a better understanding for how to teach the little people. Monday, I "subbed" for my first kids class, and it went okay. My teacher-ness didn't shine through, and one of the kids kept peeking at my curriculum.

Today though... today I turned it around a little! After we did our basic warm-up, we learned a dodge called a "cocorinha", where you bring your feet together, squat down on your feet, and keep one hand above your head for protection. I think of it as the best dodge, or duck.

Speaking of ducks! I placed 7 yellow rubber duckies on the floor around the room (7 kids) and explained the game we would play. Just like musical chairs, the kids would run, skip, or walk around the room. When the music stops, the kids crouch down in cocorinha. The last one to find a duck and duck into cocorinha was out--and took the duck out, too.

Using a "fist of 5" strategy--5 fingers on a hand, 5 is the most positive, 1 is "I hated it"--the kids all gave it a 5. It definitely needs some subtle tweaking, but the kids had a lot of fun with it, and everyone could participate.

I like teaching kids! Today was a happy day.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

18 days

Since I am leaving the country in less than 3 weeks, I have had a lot of questions about how I feel. About the process, the impending cultural mind-warp, the food, the dress--everything. I have not been able to put pen to paper or fingers to white square contraptions and epitomize what is going on in my head. Am I scared? Nervous? Anxious? Excited? If I am, why? If I'm not... I probably should be.

I decided today that I am ready to not hurry up and wait anymore. I have invested 3 years of my life more or less waiting for something bigger to happen, for something to swoop in and change my life. Push me into the pool, up the mountain, etc. These past 3 years I have known exactly what that big event or whatever would be, and I've been crossing the i's and dotting the t's (no, wait, that's not right...)

I'm done with the talking and the chatting and the "are you ready, steady Freddy?" I'd like to stop---no, wait, cut down on the planning and plotting nonsense. I had a list of things I want to do before leaving Colorado, but I'm happily stuck in a pattern of going from yoga to teaching to Capoeira, and I'm going to miss it. The longer I stay and grow these roots, the harder it is to be replanted someplace else.

Let's goooo!!!!!

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Ready Steady Freddy

I always knew I led a fortunate life. This past week shown me exactly how fortunate I am with the people I know. It's pretty amazing; I've had great meals with coworkers and friends, and I'm lucky enough that the two terms overlap. I flew across the country to spend the weekend with my cousin, my closest family member. ....Unless you're another family member reading this, in which case that previous statement was a lie. I am leaving soon for brunch with family members that I won't get to see for 2 1/2 years, but I get to see today--because it's not that hard to get a plane ticket across the country.

I got to spend this weekend in NYC seeing this guy Jeremy Lin play, which apparently is a big deal. I will be trying a few more Capoeira classes around the city, which may even leave some time for salsa dancing! I get to see Katina & Brox & maybe even Gabby and Robyn. After Wednesday, I return to Colorado for a week and a half before I leave yet again! 5 days in SoCal, visiting Austin and going to some relaxing, beautiful place north of San Diego. Maybe even going to the San Diego Zoo! (life goal right here) Back to Colorado for 2 more weeks, have some kind of party, then off to staging on March 18th. Day and half later, we get on a bus and head to JFK, where we fly to Casablanca, Morocco. It might be getting close to the leave date, but I'm going out in style.

Between reading the blogs, newspaper articles, and watching youtube videos, I keep wondering if I'm up for all this. I know I must be, since I will continue to do it anyway, regardless.

On a side note, on my main website I will be keeping track of training for the Marrakesh Marathon! samanthaginsburg.com/marathon

Reading previous blogs I've made and used for my travels makes me homesick for Istanbul... I plan to take up any opportunities to travel with volunteers as I can! Seems like other Peace Corps Volunteers have the same bug for traveling as me, which is awesome. I will offer to be the chaperone/guide on everyone's trips to Istanbul!

Monday, February 6, 2012

Mola (one month to go!)

Right now, I am sitting at a Starbucks during my teaching break, sipping on a hot cider and listening to elevator music. Gonna miss this.

As the title foretold, we've got about one month until I officially ship out. On either March 18th or morning of the 19th, 120 people are flying from all around the country to DC for STAGING!!! We will be receiving/organizing our plane tickets 2 weeks prior to that date.

IE>>

March 1-10th, receive plane ticket!
March 18-19th, fly to DC!
March 19th, Staging and heading to Casablanca!

Once in Casablanca, we are finagling over to Rabat for our two month language and cultural intensive program until we are sworn in as Peace Corps Volunteers!

So exciting.

Despite all the ridiculousness I have witnessed while subbing over the past five months, I'm going to miss these kids. At times they can be insufferable, stubborn, and just plain rude. Yet, they've taught me more about what kind of teacher--and person-- I want to be than sitting in a classroom could ever do.

Plus, I've pretty much mastered the various glares.

"You did NOT just do that"
"Pick that up"
"Detention!"
"Say please, please" (also=manners??)
"You get a Bling Buck!" (Bling Bucks are what the scholars use to purchase additional school supplies. They are dealt out as rewards for exceptional behavior)

....

Last week, I went to a Batizado (t=pronounced "ch") with my Capoeira group. A Batizado is a ceremony that can be translated as "baptism". Around the world, Batizado's occur at different times. Depending on the cord level, you may not be an active participant until your teacher says you are ready.

The more inexperienced capoerista fights against a mestre (master) or someone with a much higher cord level. It is like baptism by fire. At a lower level, one fights until they are tripped--last time, the guy I played against tripped me, picked me up over his shoulder, and carried me over to get my next cord level. The tripping signifies the humility-- and humiliation-- necessary to join a higher rank. Not only do you get a cord, but also have a greater responsibility to pass on the knowledge and teachings that were given to you.

"With great power (of knowledge) comes great responsibility (to pass it on)"

This time around, I didn't get as much time on the floor. However, I did get a nickname!

Part of (most) Batizado ceremonies is receiving a nickname by your peers. Historically, it was illegal to practice Capoeira, and the punishment for being found practicing the sport was vicious. To maintain secrecy, the capoeiristas gave each other nicknames-- usually from a particular trait or characteristic of the person--to protect one another from persecution. This tradition is continued today, usually during the Batizado ceremony.

... and I finally got a nickname!

Mola. It means "spring".

:)

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Report from the "Wisdom Teeth" trenches

I am writing up this blog entry 24 hours post wisdom teeth-extraction surgery. Since I had a lot of fear and anxiety and most of all questions, I'm going to take a few minutes to report on my experience.

If you continue to read down to the bottom, there are PHOTOGRAPHIC REWARDS!

In regards to the Peace Corps:

It has been approximately a year since I turned in my dental part of my Peace Corps application, and last month they sent me a follow-up. With the leave date getting closer, I have decided to finish fixing my teeth before I get my next dental X-ray.

Most people get their 3rd molars (wisdom teeth) taken out because they are impacted--the bone has started to grow over those teeth that are last to grow. It can be dangerous, and lead to infection. My teeth were not entirely impacted, but the gum had grown over a lot of my top molars, and some of the bone had started to grow up around my lower teeth.

Although there was not any immediate danger, at some point in the next few years they could easily become infected. Since I will be living in Morocco and I would rather not have the surgery there, my mom and oral surgeon agreed that it was a necessary evil.

On to the actual surgical consult:

At the consultation meeting, my oral surgeon gave me 3 prescriptions: 1 for a medical mouthwash, to begin 2 days leading up the surgery. 1 for the pain (generic Vicodin); and 1 bottle of a kind of steroids to prevent swelling, to be taken every morning and evening for 3 days.

The oral surgeon gave me two options-- to have local anesthesia and be awake for the surgery (hellllls no!) or to have an IV put in my arm with a mix of 5 different medicines. My mother did not want me to go under; I wanted to be out of it completely. We came to a compromise, and she was able to come in with me as long as I could get the IV. I won.

You are not allowed to eat for 6 hours previously, and drink water for 2 hours up to the surgery. I made my appointment for 8 AM on Friday (yesterday), and my mom drove me as my Designated Driver.

At the office:

Once at the office, we waited and waited for the nurses to call me in. I am usually good at making people laugh at stupid jokes (very stupid jokes), but these ladies had no sense of humor. Should have brought them coffee, instead of jokes.

They let us in, led us to the back room which had a gorgeous view of the mountains. The office was located on the 5th floor, and with the layout of the Rockies right out that window, I almost didn't want to go to sleep. Almost. I have attempted to donate blood at least 12 times, and probably donated 8, but I still have not gotten used to having a needle poke my arm. The staff was nice about my whining, and soon I was off to la-la land.

I woke up, and I was a little bit confused. My mom told me that I had woken up very quickly from the surgery, and it hadn't taken more than 25 minutes. I saw the mountains over my shoulder, and I pointed frantically at the most astounding view you'll ever find post-surgical procedure. They told me I could talk if I wanted, but it felt like my mouth was frozen, and I tried to sign with them instead. The nurse became very frustrated with me, and indignantly said something along the lines of "I don't know Sign" at least 3 times.

It also may have been hard to remember an instruction in my head for the first ten minutes...

Post-surgery breakdown:

About 15/20 minutes after the surgery (not exactly sure how long, I was out of it), the nurse helped me swing my legs over the side and into a wheelchair. Went down the elevator, and got in the car with my mom. Completely groggy and out of it, but my feet were working well enough on their own when I got home to walk--carefully--on the ice that's outside of my house.

I had prepared/called a corner of our sofa as mine for the day as I had been forewarned the first 24 hours I would be completely incapacitated. About 30 minutes after I got home, my mom took the gauze out of my mouth (45 minutes absorption minimum) and there was no bleeding for the rest of the day.

I slept until around noon, and I woke up to find my face still numbed up and feeling swollen, and in a level of pain around a 6 on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the high end. I think I was more shocked than in pain, but my mom gave me an ibuprofen. I hate to say it, but I have to be honest here... I am a PAIN IN THE BUTT when I am in any kind of pain. Especially when I can't control it by stretching that area of my body.

My mother made me an omelet and put it on the table when I told her I wasn't hungry at all. After about 30 minutes, my dog discovered the omelet and ate half. I guess she (Layla) had an appetite, at least. She also made me fresh squeezed orange juice with a straw. DON'T USE A STRAW for the first few days or anything with a sucking faculty, such as a water-bottle. It has the potential to tear out the stitches. I tried sipping the orange juice from the glass, but the pulp kept getting caught in the back of my mouth.

I took my first Vicodin at 1:30 PM, and started alternating ice packs on both my cheeks for approximately 10 minutes on, 20 minutes off.

The back of my throat started bothering me around 2 or 3 PM.

I watched Indiana Jones, some country movie, and had a bite of homemade applesauce my mom made me. Around 5:30, my mouth started to bother me again, so I took pill number 2. (The instruction says every 4-6 hours as needed)

Around 9 PM, my mom made an amazing dinner with homemade pasta and homemade sauce, tofu, salmon, salad, and cinnamon braided bread. I was able to stomach 2 pieces of pasta, and sauntered back to the sofa, complaining about my head. At this point, the numbness of my face was down to right around my mouth, no longer stretching all the way up to my ears and down to my chin.

My oral surgeon called around this time to check in on me. I asked him my questions, and he was emphatic about the necessity to drink tons of water. I finally emptied the single water-bottle that had been sitting in front of me all day, at his urging.

In order to take my steroid pill, I need to have some food in my tummy, so I finished off the applesauce, took my pill and went to bed.

24 Hours Later:


Now, 24 hours later when I should be starting to get the swollen chipmunk cheeks, there is no sign of swelling or pain. Maybe a level of 2, but only because I can feel the sides of my mouth.

I am using a syringe filled with warm water to spray the areas in the back of my mouth 3-4 times a day. It's the best way to clean out the food that gets caught back there as you are able to eat more solid food. (Like the omelet I made myself this morning that my dog did NOT get at!)

I am incredibly thankful for my oral surgeon and all the medications he gave me, as I have been called in to watch small children for the next few days, when the internet has told me I should still be out of it.

My advice:

DRINK LOTS OF WATER

Don't expect to move except from the sofa/bed you are on to the bathroom.

There are probably a lot of other reflections I could give, but for now, after the first 24 hours, I feel 90% improvement. If you were directed to this page because of worries about your surgery, GOOD LUCK.




Here is the advice from the site I followed in conjunction with what my oral surgeon told me:

In most cases, the recovery period lasts only a few days. Take painkillers as prescribed by your dentist or oral surgeon. The following tips will help speed your recovery.

-Bite gently on the gauze pad periodically, and change pads as they become soaked with blood. Call your dentist or oral surgeon if you still have bleeding 24 hours after your surgery.
-While your mouth is numb, be careful not to bite the inside of your cheek or lip, or your tongue.
-Do not lie flat. This may prolong bleeding. Prop up your head with pillows.
-Try using an ice pack on the outside of your cheek for the first 24 hours. You can use moist heat-such as a washcloth soaked in warm water and wrung out-for the following 2 or 3 days.
-Relax after surgery. Physical activity may increase bleeding.
-Eat soft foods, such as gelatin, pudding, or a thin soup. Gradually add solid foods to your diet as healing progresses.
-Do not use a straw for the first few days. Sucking on a straw can loosen the blood clot and delay healing.
-After the first day, gently rinse your mouth with warm salt water several times a day to reduce swelling and relieve pain.
-Do not smoke for at least 24 hours after your surgery. The sucking motion can loosen the clot and delay healing. In addition, smoking decreases the blood supply and can bring germs and contaminants to the surgery area.
-Avoid rubbing the area with your tongue or touching it with your fingers.
-Continue to brush your teeth and tongue carefully.

Your dentist will remove the stitches after a few days, if needed.


http://www.webmd.com/oral-health/wisdom-tooth-extraction

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Conclusion and reflection, 48 hours later:

I am very pleased that I made the decision to go ahead and get my wisdom teeth removed in the U.S. When the oral surgeon had originally looked at my teeth, he warned me there was a chance that the positioning of the 3rd molars could become an infection over the next two years. Despite the fact that I believe I will LOVE my station in Morocco, I was not altogether prepared to have surgery abroad. 48 hours later, because of the steroids, I do not have the typical puffy cheeks and I was able to be up and moving around within 24 hours.

Thanks for reading! If you have any questions or I'm obviously missing something important (I was on drugs, after all) please feel free to let me know. :)



My lovely, non-puffy face before the surgery. My mom took this picture of me outside of the office.
The amazing view from the office where the surgery took place. Last thing I saw before they knocked me out, and it was well worth it.
My puffy cheeks afterwards! How cute.