The Peace Corps is a volunteer job and although So how much does joining the…
Before signing up for Peace Corps, my only knowledge for PCT acronyms were PCT=Pacific Crest Trail. Alas, the Pacific Crest Trail has absolutely nothing to do with becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer, but becoming a Peace Corps Trainee has everything to do with becoming a Peace Corps Volunteer. So after jumping through all the hoops between the point of application and getting on that place, one does not if fact become a PCV at that point. Nope, at that point, one becomes a PCT… a mere trainee, and lest you forget that, Peace Corps staff will take every opportunity to remind you that you are in fact, just a trainee.
So Staging—what I like to refer to as the first circle of hell.
It goes something like this… You arrive at the hotel where staging is occurring and sign in. This a big deal as it marks the ‘official entry’ into Peace Corps’ world. Staging itself is the most benign part of training. You meet your fellow ‘trainees’. You learn about Peace Corps history. You do ice breakers. You think about what makes a successful service. You get about $100 from PC to feed yourself during staging. After the day is over, if your group is like mine, you go to a big dinner. For us it was California Pizza Kitchen, where I in fact, did not order pizza. I had salmon. Yes, I know the absurdity of ordering fish at a pizza joint, but it was quite good. Then after dinner you break into smaller groups, and head over to the neighborhood Target to buy new clothes, and any forgotten items [I went to Target 3 times in less than 24 hours and still forget to get a portable power supply, but I did manage to get 3 Caramel frappuccinos. Priorities, I say].
Then its a good night’s sleep in the last nice hotel for the immediate future, a 3 hour bus ride to JFK airport in New York City, checking in, waiting around, boarding the plane for Brussels, flying 8 hours to Brussels, having another layover, boarding the plane to Kigali, another 8 hour flight, going through customs, being picked up by a dude [dude = country director as we found out later] wearing US Embassy credentials, and finally eating dinner and crashing at our nunnery.
Not exactly enjoyable, but certainly not terrible… just like the first circle of hell.