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Katheryn is a lover of travel, culture and adventure. She resides in Llano, Texas, but regularly escapes to the outside world where she chases new experiences and connects with new friends.

Peace Corps: Earn a Master’s Degree in Life

When I walked across the stage at my university graduation ceremony and gathered that nicely rolled bachelors degree, I felt like the world was finally my stage.  College was over and now it was my turn to choose what would come next.  There were literally hundreds of options.  So, looking back I find it surprising that I considered graduate school as one of the top possibilities.  But I don’t think I’m the only one to overlook such an opportune time to do something different, either.  Many current students see continuing their education as the “next step,” and fail to considerer the other options that may serve as a less traditional education.  And one in particular deserves thoughtful consideration – the United States Peace Corps.

katherynhaircutIt wasn’t until one of my professors suggested I join the Peace Corps that I began to think seriously about postponing graduate school.  As he explained why he felt so strongly, I pushed back.  “Think of it like a master’s degree in life,” he said.  And that got my attention.

Almost three years later, I’ve successfully completed a Peace Corps service and have once again begun contemplating graduate school.  But what I learned confirmed what Dr. White told me.  What a mater’s degree leaves to the imagination, a Peace Corps service reviews daily.  Compassion and empathy, extreme problem solving, development of a true worldview, flexibility and patience, independence, and travel have no place in a syllabus, but as the days of a Peace Corps service are marked off one by one, the fibers of a degree are being woven.  And indeed, it is a degree with a focus on life’s most important lessons.

A Peace Corps service is two years long.  It requires an arduous application process and an even more demanding commitment to serve through thick and thin.  As a Peace Corps volunteer, I saw personal growth that will influence every job I ever have.  Story after story comes to mind during interviews and networking opportunities that demonstrate this growth.  The following anecdote comes to mind as one that brought the world and its drastic differences across borders into focus: On a day when I was covering creativity with my advanced life skills class we were making “beauty collages.”  Near the end of class I approached a boy at the back and asked him to explain his collage.  “This side is things that scare me.  This side is things that make me happy,” he said, pointing to opposite sides of the poster.  I noticed that on his “scary” side there was a picture of a man with a dog exercising on the beach.  “Why is this scary?” I asked.  He looked at me like I was crazy; Why wouldn’t a dog chasing a man be scary?

katherynkidThe very next day for the very same group of students, I was forced to teach outside under a tree because the school guard had wandered off with our key.  That evening I rewired the electricity in my house because I didn’t have the language skills to explain to my landlady what the problem was.  A few weeks later when summer began, I hiked out to an ancient, remote rock-hewn church and accepted a coffee invitation from a kind priest.  Through the dry season that followed I carried water with my neighbors and while we walked, we discussed their lives and the things that made them happy.  Further along in my service, after witnessing a child succumb to a treatable heart defect, I cried with her family and silently vowed to be grateful forever for the medical treatment I am afforded as a citizen of a developed nation.

This was my job.  This was my education. What I have earned is truly a Master’s Degree in Life.

Whether working towards an MBA, an MD or a MPH, graduate school is the correct choice for many students, but for those of us willing to wait two more years, Peace Corps might just be the answer.   And with those two years of service come a more well-rounded and thorough education that will carry us further than classroom-PowerPoint-group project master’s degree ever could.

Katheryn Hoerster

Katheryn is a lover of travel, culture and adventure. She resides in Llano, Texas, but regularly escapes to the outside world where she chases new experiences and connects with new friends.

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A Day with the Haridwar Pilgrims

Speeding along in the comfortable, air-conditioned class of the Derahdun Express, it is nearly impossible to imagine the beautiful chaos that awaits visitors in Haridwar, India, a sacred gem on the Ganges River that seems unknown to even the most well traveled tourists in India. Set where misty mountains meet sprawling plains, the town is one of the seven holiest sites for Hindu pilgrims. During the summer pilgrimage season, the city hosts millions of orange-clad Shiva devotees who walk from all over the country to bathe in the cleansing, churning water of the most important river in India. With just an extra summer day or two, those tired of the Delhi city scene can experience the true wonder of the Haridwar pilgrimage.

Stepping off the train is equivalent to entering another world, one where all feet are marching towards the Ghats, smiles are wide and festive and the palpable celebratory atmosphere is felt immediately. A walk through the colorful main baazar area, where cars and rickshaws are prohibited, is really the only way to begin to appreciate the city. It’s simple to fall in line with the constant stream of shrine-toting young men heading towards the Har ki Pauri, the most sacred of the city’s Ghats. Now is the time to immerse oneself in the awe-inspiring show of Hindu spirituality. Borrow a noisemaker. Carry one of the gaudy, plastic shrines. Buy an orange outfit. Walk alongside locals in the monsoon rains. Chat with one of the pilgrims; they seem happy to share their thoughts on Hindu religion and tradition. Bask in the brilliant cultural experience that is Haridwar.

As the crowd nears the river, the orange mass spreads out along the Ghats where individuals collect water, wash their precious shrines and then take a dip themselves. The best place to observe the odd goings on is from one of the several pedestrian bridges built over the wide and imposing river. A glance up to the hazy hilltops reveals another vantage point, Mansa Devi Temple. A short, inexpensive cable car ride or a two kilometer hike both lead to the top, where, shoes removed and heads bent, pilgrims make offerings of food and sweet treats to the Goddess of Desires. Tourists may be more interested in the commanding panoramic view of the river and city below. As the hot Indian sun begins to sink, a calm comes over the temporary inhabitants of Haridwar. In the dusky light, there are still those who are bathing and gathering tiny vials of water, but soon they turn their attention elsewhere. Slowly, slowly, after evening prayers are said, they begin to make their offerings of flower petals and incense before candles are lit and set afloat on rafts made of leaves. As night falls, the river is left shimmering with the light of hundreds of candles, each one making it further than the last on its journey to the Bay of Bengal. When each of the devoted followers finishes the rituals associated with a pilgrimage to Haridwar, they begin the long and arduous journey home again. Resting on shoulders are the shrines they so lovingly washed and the vessels of Ganges water they so lovingly filled. Observing such a fascinating cultural event leaves the mind marveling and the senses stuck in overdrive. No summer trip north of Delhi would be complete without spending a day with the pilgrims.

Katheryn Hoerster

Katheryn is a lover of travel, culture and adventure. She resides in Llano, Texas, but regularly escapes to the outside world where she chases new experiences and connects with new friends.

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I’m Better Because of You, Ethiopia

[Note from editor: This was originally published on an Aggie in Ethiopia]

The cool wind rustles the fragrant eucalyptus leaves as I slowly make my way down the hill one last time. The kids see my overly full bag and ask where I’m going. When I say America, they ask how long I’ll be gone. “Kisab macherasha,” I say. Forever. A flood of emotion pours over me like a long overdue kerempti rain, taking with it the composure I had hoped to keep. Today I know what bittersweet means. Today I understand what a goodbye truly is.

As the bus pulls away from Atsbi, I think back over the tumultuous past two years. What have I given Ethiopia? What has Ethiopia given me? What has she taken from me and what will I carry away from this experience? Is Ethiopia better off because of me? Quantifying a Peace Corps service is impossible, like avoiding bed bugs in a $2 hotel, but at least I can reflect on my time in this paradox of a country.

My days-long journey home continues with a death defying minibus ride from Wukero to Mekele, and I choose this dangerous hour to ponder what Ethiopia has given me. Where can I possibly even begin? Strangers that welcomed me with open arms who quickly became the best friends I’ve ever known. A warm, heartfelt culture that shaped my worldview and reminded me to wholly appreciate life. Coworkers, students, and neighbors who taught me more than I could ever hope to teach in a lifetime. The highest of highs and the lowest of lows that led to more personal growth than I thought possible. After all, I was never out to “find myself,” but it seems even those of us who think we know ourselves, don’t really. Let me continue my list…parasites, adventure, nightmares about being stuck in Ethiopia forever, the full heart feeling that comes from thinking about the loved ones at home whose support means so much, a safety net of other PCVs who I’ll lean on forever. Before I know it, the terrifying ride is over, but my list is nowhere near complete. It never will be.

Sitting in a dingy hotel room I click through photos of my students and consider what I’ve given them, consider what I’ve given my community, my “village.” Of course there are tangible things, like the wardrobe full of clothes I distributed among several dozen people last week and the million fist bumps I’ve passed out to screaming kids. My friends and family back home gave the school a cow. But these are not the things a PCV wants to leave as a legacy. This question can really only be answered five, ten, thirty years from now. When my girls are sitting in the front of a university lecture hall, answering questions with all the boys. When a farmer’s patience and hard work are rewarded with healthier soil and a brighter future. When my campers walk out their front doors and pick fresh, healthy vegetables to cook for their families.

The wheels of the plane part with hot Mekele asphalt and I worry that Ethiopia will leave me cynical and jaded forever – that I’ll roll my eyes when I hear someone mention foreign aid or that I’ll never regain the trusting demeanor I once possessed. What are the long-term consequences of being sexually harassed every single day for two years? Extreme feminism, to name one. What about poverty? Will I ever take poverty seriously in countries where they have food stamps and homeless shelters?

From Atsbi to Addis Ababa I’ve contemplated these questions, but I don’t think I’ll ever know whether or not Ethiopia is actually a better place because of me. I like to think that in some small, indefinable way, it is. Then again, maybe not. But through the good and the bad, the beautiful and the hideous, the simple and the impossibly difficult, the daily collision of two vastly different cultures, there is one thing I know to be true: I’m better because of you, Ethiopia.

Katheryn Hoerster

Katheryn is a lover of travel, culture and adventure. She resides in Llano, Texas, but regularly escapes to the outside world where she chases new experiences and connects with new friends.

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