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SCOTT WALLICK
I had just arrived in Birtamod, Jhapa, to visit Andrew one last time before our lives as PCVs...we were having dinner, and Andrew was talking about the school visits he would be making the next day... short in-and-out trip to invite two English teachers to an upcoming training. So wouldn’t it be funny, we thought, if I came along pretending to be one of those know-nothing jocks from Washington, DC, pretending:1. to know something about the work that we’d just invented 2. be aware in the slightest of the surrounding people and their culture. We could mock the worst aspect of Peace Corps to the people whose opinions actually mattered — the Nepalis, who were often victims, surprise visits from people with unclear agendas and even stranger messages to deliver to people with whom they have no direct contact before. Weird. I had seen it happen just a couple of months before when two Peace Corps suits rolled up in a white SUV at an agricultural co-op where a PCV was working.peace-corps. —scottwallick.com