19 October
Francisca’s
Last night, I walked up to PCV B’s place, calming myself to talk with J. But she wasn’t there, and instead I explained myself to trainer E. I explained how I’ve never meant to be trouble to anyone, and how sorry I’ve been to be a burden on her time. It seems to me, I told her, that if I weren’t around, there wouldn’t have been a problem.
I’m really sure that PCT J is a good person and that people love her. My preference would be to let those people who love her go about their business, cause me, I don’t like her one bit. I felt really sad last night: why is it that people don’t get on with me? I really try you know, and I’m not sure why I fail.
Note to readers: This is a review of my personal journal from my time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in the Dominican Republic more than a decade ago. I have done my best not to change what I wrote, even if I feel differently now or found out later that I what I wrote was factually incorrect. Part of the joy of reading old journals is seeing a story arc where I’ve learned new things.
In this entry and others, names have been shortened to initials to provide some privacy. Those who were there will recognize the characters, but my journaling is not about other people or their experience.
- The next entry in this series is Going to the movies with avocados
- The previous entry in this series is Imma kill a gringa, part 2
- You can see the journal entries as I post them here.
- If you’re just starting, here’s the first entry.
