It’s been one week since I landed in “Oro Oro Ombu,” the village in East Java where I will spend the next nine weeks in pre-service training, or PST for short. My first week in my new host family’s house was…interesting, particularly the first day, which I will not soon forget. To keep it short and somewhat clean, my biggest fears about living with a host family came to fruition that first evening when I realized that the cruel and unusual sounds my stomach was making were a warning of terrible things to come. What transpired over the next 10 hours or so was both humbling and educational as I went from a complete “squaty potty” novice to a seasoned veteren…without the add of tree byproducts. And believe me when I say that the acoustics in that bathroom would rival any studio you’d find in Nashville. Sweet music it was not, but there was plenty of emotion in it; mostly desperation with a dash of hope that the pink tablets I took would soon kick in. With any luck, the experience will go down as a one hit wonder, but I’ve set the bar pretty high, so I’m not holding my breath. Traumatic? Check! Humiliating? Check! Positively hysterical? Double check!!
After that first nite, I’ve been settling in nicely, or as nicely as one can given the situation. My family is great (I live with the village head and his family) and I’m happy with my PST group. Our location is very scenic and the temperature is a lot more mild than many other locals. I should be getting a telephone relatively soon, so I’ll be in contact with you guys shortly. Until then, know that I’m doing “bagus!”
*I’m dying to get some photos on here, but still haven’t worked it out. Stay tuned!