Today marks a month since I left the Peace Corps. It’s been a strange, yet fantastic month back. Next week I turn 25. More than ever before, I finally feel like an adult preparing for a whole new phase in my life. Within two months of that time, I will have a full time job (likely within the US government) in a new city. I can’t wait to get started. Until then, I’m just working on making my transition home a healthy one. I decided to wait a month to write my reflections. This weekend I finally sat down and wrote it out. Here it is:
I am going to write this entry as carefully as I can. As a Peace Corps Volunteer, I am advised to write about my experiences rather than the Peace Corps itself (as is the case with all government jobs). But something special is happening here in Morocco—and I feel I must address it.
95 new volunteers came to Morocco on the 16th of January. This size is fairly large—but that’s because Peace Corps is rather active in Morocco. On average, each incoming group will lose around 1/3 of their group over the two years in country. A lot of these are volunteers are lost during the intensive training process. Many more are lost when the work dies down for a month or two. In the end, every group losses a significant part of the group.
My group has been in Morocco for 20 weeks. There are still 95 of us. No one has left. We went through the same intensive training and have not lost a single volunteer. We made our adjustment to our final site and have not lost a single volunteer. Many volunteers have been extremely sick—but they have not left. One of our volunteers even lost his father—but he returned to his site after the funeral.
One of the best parts of Peace Corps is that you can Early Terminate whenever you like—no problem. You will not receive the benefits of being a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer, but you are not punished or given a “dishonorable discharge.” This great policy, however, also plagues the Peace Corps. Without any real punishment, it is extremely difficult for them to curb the 30-33% crop out rate.
So what is happening in Morocco? I’ve spent plenty of time talking about this subject with other volunteers. The longer we last without losing anyone, the more we feel like we are becoming part of something special. That being said, the longer this goes on, the harder it will be for someone to leave if they feel like they need to. So, I want to let the other 94 volunteers know that none of us will look down upon you if you find the need to go home. Our mental and physical health comes first.
All Peace Corps Morocco Volunteers are about to hit the difficult season. Summer in Morocco gets so hot that many cities and youth centers shut down for an extended amount of time. However, the PC administration in Morocco seems to have listened to the troubles of past volunteers. We were brought into country in January so that we would be somewhat integrated before this downtime. Plus, we have plenty of opportunities to continue working through the summer.
But what I really want to point out is the people. We refer to ourselves as “The Staj of Love.” With 13 married couples and several volunteers with significant others back in The States, we have far fewer single volunteers than most incoming groups. But what I find most impressive is the way our group has bonded. We have built such a support system amongst ourselves that each person seems to have an outlet and a mentor.
I, for one, have severely considered the idea of Early Termination twice so far. Both times I have talked with fellow members from “The Staj of Love.” They helped me change my perspective. They helped me realize that I am here for several reasons that I had never realized. Although I have only become close to a few members of our group, I have witnessed and heard of the support that we have been giving each other—and I can’t help but be impressed.
I know our “Zero Early Terminations” headline will soon disappear. There are too many circumstances. Difficult situations in site. The death of family members back home. Unforeseen circumstances. I know that we will not go our full 27 months without seeing someone go home. But that doesn’t matter. The fact is, we are about to go to a training that will bring us to five month in-county. Five months in Africa without losing a single person.
I am proud to be part of “The Staj of Love.”