I watched nervously as the airline attendants wrapped a sticker on my suitcase handles and casually tossed the two bags holding all my possessions for one year onto a conveyor belt. What am I getting myself into? I tried to push the thoughts away as my bags moved out of sight.
That day, exactly one year ago today, I moved to Haiti to start my first year as a Global Partners Go-NET missionary. I had never been to this country before, and had only found out 6 weeks earlier that I would be serving there. I really didn’t know what to expect.
But a lot can happen in a year. I spent my first few months in country studying Creole. 100 words a week for 11 weeks was the pace I picked. In the mean time I fumbled around trying to make friends and figure out that crazy guesthouse on La Gonave.
It seems funny to me now, the way I wrote phrases on note cards and stumbled through my explanations to the cooks. I vividly remember parroting the phrase “Yo pap manje jis set er” (they won’t eat until 7:00) making long pauses between each word, the dear cooks just smiling at me. Now I can talk to those ladies for fifteen minutes about their families before even mentioning what’s for breakfast.
Around the same time, I also started reading everything I could about TESOL. I’d sit for hours in my house studying textbooks and wondering how in the world I would be ready to teach a class by September. But when September came, so did the teaching skills. Okay it wasn’t that easy.
It took me about 4 to 6 hours to get ready for my two one and a half hour classes. In mid October I finalized my first ever syllabus and spent my first semester writing a research writing curriculum for fourth level English students. Meanwhile I did everything short of singing and dancing to engage my more difficult third level students.
When December came and classes ended, I left for the US a more confident teacher. During my break I dreamt about the future of the English program. How can I take these students from conversational English to college prep? When will we be ready for the university?
On January 12th, along with everything else, however, these dreams had to be dropped. In response to the earthquake, our mission then turned its focus to disaster relief and making me a full time guesthouse manager and coordinator. The last four months in Haiti were very difficult. We saw, heard, and experienced new levels of devastation amongst our friends, and grieved not only the loss of life but the temporary loss of our dreams.
Two weeks ago, I watched them slap stickers on my bag and throw it in a pile at the Port Au Prince Airport. I didn’t care too much if it made it to America or not. I was more concerned about my own time in the States. How long will I be away from Haiti? Though I really needed the rest, I still couldn’t bear the thought of being gone for more than a couple of months.
This July, if all goes well with fundraising, I will return to Haiti to resume my work with the English program for one more year.




