PCVs never say....

A cute video by PCVs in Tanzania depicting actual conversations (very accurate for PCVs in Malawi!): click here to watch the video

Some love from Op Smile to Peace Corps

An excerpt from the PC/Washington general email address--—“Hi there, just wanted to send a note of appreciation to the 4 PCVs that were so instrumental in our inaugural Operation Smile Malawi mission in Lilongwe in Nov 2012. Shelly, Cassie, Kathi, and Carolyn were absolutely amazing...energetic, positive attitudes, tireless, and always helpful. Op Smile South Africa contacted PC and these women responded. They helped Op Smile volunteers understand local customs/culture, transport patients from the recovery room to the ward, translate. No task was too menial for these ladies. They made me so proud to be an American! Thanks to these ladies and all PCVs for their service.”

180 Days of Awesome: at site!

Day 70

Amazing travel day!  An immediate, free ride from some awesome Kenyan truck drivers all the way to Luso la Manja where I spent over an hour picking up more bags to sell.  When we went back to the road, we got another almost immediate ride from another awesome couple of Kenyan truck drivers all the way to Dwambazi.  Free rides and good company!  I think visiting Kenya is in my future.  

When we hopped out of the truck, I heard Ama Chimbutu’s voice yelling my name.  But I must be mistaken – she told me on Christmas Eve when I called that she was transferring and the truck was leaving that day.  I turned and saw her running toward the road hollaring my name in her distinctive, raspy voice. “AMA!” I yelled as I bolted across the road, dropping my bag in the ditch and jumping in for a hug.  Oh my joy was overfilling, as I spent a lot of Christmas Eve sulking and crying at the thought of not saying good-bye to my good friend.  She told me she couldn’t leave because they have a field of rice so her family left for the new hospital and she would join them in June.  I couldn’t believe my luck.

After I dropped my things off at my house, I visited Mrs. Nkhosi who had a baby Christmas Eve (Christmas Eve was quite busy in Dwambazi).  She told me before she had the baby that she wanted me to name it, but we never talked about it again.  When I met her baby, a lovely girl with a mop of hair on her head, I learned her name was Sylvia and Mrs. Nkhosi was very upset I didn’t name the baby myself.  I explained that it was bad form to name a baby over the phone, I had to see the babe in person to come up with a quality name.  Still distraught, Mrs. Nkhosi pouted for a few minutes.  I told her I would give the baby a middle name: Ann, after my Grandma Nate.  Sylvia Ann Nkhosi.  Mrs. Nkhosi jumped up and down and now darling, one-week old Sylvia currently goes by the name Ann.

Day 71

Jembe has been diligently working on our pit latrines and today I got a sneak peak at our first chimbudzi.  I stood over the deep hole, with a perfectly crafted cement slab and thought, ‘this is it’.  This is what I’ve been working on for months and finally it is working out!  Although not without flaws and delays, the project does seem to be going smoothly, largely due to Jembe’s hard work.  He told me this project is one-of-a-kind and the district hospital in Nkhotakota is using our village as a model for other villages.  They are making a huge effort to promote hygeine in neighboring villages and they will come out when we finish for our turning-over ceremony with the media to address the issue.  This is huge and Jembe is beaming with pride.  He has been fantastic and deserves all the accolades.

Day 72

Ama Chimbutu now lives with agogo Ruth.  Ruth is 4 feet nothin’ and 100 pounds soaking wet, but as sassy as Ama.  The two of them bicker and laugh and gossip like no one else.  I spent the afternoon with Ruth as I waited for Ama to come back from the fields and she showed me her large, empty house.  She drew pictures of a light switch and electricity plugs on the wall.  Wishful thinking?  She is sweet as pie and sharp, even though she must be pushing 70 and in Malawi that is something to be proud of.  When Ama showed up, we went to the market and raised our usual havoc.  She laughed at me as I yelled at a drunk man for grabbing my arm.  She likes when I get saucy in Chitonga, but it’s only when necessary.  When we returned to Ruth’s, we sat on the porch as the sun set and talked about how much we would miss each other when I leave.  I hate to think about it. 

Day 73

Super-cleaning my house!  This translates to actual cleaning – dusting, mopping, organizing, all of it – as opposed to the spot cleaning which is what I typically do – toss things in the corner, under my bed, fast mop around anything on the floor.  This will end up taking me three days to complete, but it feels so therapeutic and the organizing results in me getting rid of so much junk that will make it easier for packing and leaving Dwambazi. Ugh, I hate to think about it.

Day 74

I lunched with Ama Chimbutu and agogo Ruth.  There’s nothing as intimate as sharing a plate of nsima and stewed goat.  I gave Ama her gift (just in case she tries to leave again without saying good-bye) which was a teal colored chitenje – one that I have as well, so we can always remember each other.  She loved it.  I also gave her some soap from America.  She was ecstatic over that.  She said it was nice soap that she would only use when she saw her husband.

Day 75

Rain, rain, rain all day long makes doing laundry impossible!  More cleaning today, but the best feeling was when I caught up with my correspondence.  I have been bad at writing people back but now I have a bunch of letters to send out.  Let’s see how long it takes me to buy stamps.

Girls Club

 

We meet every Sunday at 2pm.  At least that’s what the hand-made posters say.  We try to meet.  It took me some time to get the girls warmed up to the idea of a club just for them – a club to be girls.  Initially I started last year in September after school.  The girls complained that they were hungry and couldn’t concentrate.  We took a club hiatus.  After Camp GLOW in August, Tiphness and Sunganani became the ring leaders for the new and improved Girls Club.  At our first meeting I served juice and cookies to lure them in.  We had six attend, not bad I should say.

As the weeks continued, I learned what worked and what didn’t.  “Winging it” sometimes worked.  Planning on 15 girls to come did not work.  Art projects always worked.  Deep discussions could only be introduced at certain times.  Singing and dancing – the best way to bring on the sillies or to get the sillies out.

Why Girls Club?  Well, it’s a special place where girls can be girls.  Boys outnumber the girls in the classroom and oftentimes girls get lost in the crowd.  Their English improves slowly as their confidence can sometimes be crushed.  Girls are more at risk for HIV/AIDS biologically and culturally.  Older men often try to seduce girls through offers of gifts and money.  There are many schools where male teachers make sexual advances on their female students.  Girls are too embarrassed, scared or shy to speak out.  And even if they did, who would be their advocate?  It’s her word against his and it’s more likely that the headmaster will take the side of the teacher. 

In our Girls Club, girls can express themselves without being ridiculed.  I have watched my usually timid Form 1 ladies turn into sassy, fun-loving young women.  I want to encourage them to be role models to their younger sisters.  I want them to be business women, teachers and government leaders.  They have it in them; they just have to let their light shine.

A few of my favorite topics:

We decorated journals with stickers, pictures from magazines, old cards I received from back home and talked about the importance of self-awareness.  We use the journals to take notes and to make our own notes of significance.  At each meeting, girls are encouraged to share what they have written throughout the week.

After a lesson on women’s health, we crafted vulvas and vaginas out of home-made play-dough.  Each girl had to identify the parts of the female reproductive system and then she got to take home some play-dough.  The discussion was lively and spirited – huge hit.

I introduced the word “phenomenal” and came up with synonyms.   We read the poem Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou using the assertive communication skills we talked about.  After the dramatic readings, each girl wrote on a poster what makes her phenomenal.  Then each girl stood tall and proud to exclaim what made her phenomenal.  **Special thanks to Shelly for sharing this idea that she had with her girls club**

We were given a lesson on menstruation and trained by Elizabeth to sew feminine hygiene pads.  The girls who were trained were given an opportunity to be leaders at another training a month later where they introduced the topic and taught their peers everything they learned from Eliza.

We talk about sex, women’s health and HIV.

We made friendship bracelets.

We set goals.

It’s kind of awesome, really. 

Close of Service Date:

 

April 11, 2013

 

Tiwonanenge, Malawi!

My Awesome Holiday

Day 58

After camp I stopped by Maji Zuwa, a lodge where Renee was staying for Christmas.  A visit with her was well overdue and so much fun!  It was like Renee and Kathi: roomies from Philly!  Reunited and it feels so good.  We ate everyone’s leftovers, shared fried food from the tasty kitchen cuisine that is Maji Zuwa and watched a movie as the sun was setting over the lake.  I am happy I got to spend part of my holiday with Renee – she is always a treat and I’m lucky to have met her. 

Day 59

On my travels back to Nkhata Bay the taxi stopped for mushrooms.  A grocery bag full of large white mushrooms cost 100k – 30 cents!  Such a treat – Christian and I made mushroom sauce for our pasta and it was divine.

Day 60

Christmas Eve was spent in town with our friends.  Peace Corps volunteers from all over Malawi were staying in town so we spent the day swimming and ended it with the most amazing lasagna I have ever tasted (okay, nothing can touch mom’s lasagna, but this was pretty good).  It was a nice treat for Christmas Eve – good food, great company!

Day 61

Christmas was filled with even more delicious food!  Christian made pancakes with m&ms from a care package I received and I poured us mimosas.  Mid-day we enjoyed coffee with amurula and for lunch we opened up our cheese and sausage and cut up fresh veggies to make omelets.  For dinner, our good friend Robert came over (his wife, Nancy, was in Lilongwe with her family) and we enjoyed macaroni and cheese and hot dogs.  Robert thought it was hilarious that we called them hot dogs.  I convinced him it was a specialty in America.  For Christmas, Christian got me a locket that our friend brought back from the States.  He’s such a thoughtful character, that one.

Day 62

Boxing Day was spent in Nkhata Bay at Aqua Africa, a dive shop.  This place is amazing – cold beer, cool natural breeze off the lake (it feels like air conditioning!) and free wifi!  I uploaded my photos and chatted with friends who were taking the diving course.  A lovely day, indeed.

Day 63

It felt like we were partying pretty hard, so Christian and I stayed at his house and watched Modern Family episodes on our computers.  We snacked on chips and cokes and it felt like the most wonderful, lazy day. I couldn’t ask for better.

Day 64

Another lazy day at home, this time it rained.  We made hot chocolate and opened the door as it poured hard on the tin roof.  The sweet smell of rain filled the house and it was so simple and perfect for the lazy day.

Day 65

Mayoka offers free boat rides on full-moon nights and so Christian and I jumped on the opportunity for a sunset cruise (via motor boat).  Peace Corps Volunteers from Zambia were on the boat, too, and we shared a bucket of booze as we fed fish eagles and swam around.  The sun set, but it was too cloudy for a moon viewing, but overall a great night that ended in the ever-tasty braai dinner.  Fresh salads from the garden and tasty meat grilled on the bar-b-que.

Day 66

Today I was feeling restless so Christian told me to put on my sneaks and fill some water bottles – we’re going for a hike.  We didn’t have a destination in mind; we just explored the paths near his house.  I packed some dried cranberries and when we reached the top of a hill where we were looking for hot springs, we stopped for a snack and day-dreamed about unlimited trail mix on our hikes in the States. 

Day 67

Market day in Nkhata Bay is not like market day in Dwambazi.  Everything is outrageously expensive!  I found a cute dress for 500k, though!  I was so excited as I had been looking for a New Year’s Eve dress everywhere.  For dinner, more Mayoka!  We ate brick oven pizza and it was amazing with paneer cheese and eggplant?!  Too delicious.

Day 68

New Year’s Eve was spent at Mayoka with our friends and it was a fun-filled night of dancing and eating Indian food!  I feel grateful for the incredible friends I have made here in Malawi and my family and friends in America.  Truly, how did I get so lucky?

Day 69

Happy New Year!  Christian and I celebrated New Year’s with the East Coast.  We shared a dance on the porch and wished each other Happy New Year at 7 am, because you can’t take the East Coast of the USA outta this girl.  In the afternoon, Christian’s friend Robert took us to the traditional dances in the village.  I was trying to get video footage when a woman threw me into the circle to dance with a group of women dancing to a Tumbuka tribe dance.  I didn’t miss a beat, as dancing runs through these veins.  It was such a treat and of course everyone loved seeing the crazy azungu shake it off-beat.

Awesome days at camp!

Day 53

I arrived at a camp a few days late as I had to make sure the giardia had cleared up.  Once I saw everyone familiar and everything campy, I ran.  Being at camp feels like being home.  Shelly, Michele and Mary were rocking it as camp counselors.  Cassie was a phenomenal Grassroot Soccer coach – she stepped up and kicked butt.  Joan was doing what Joanie does best – staying awesome, per usual.  And Ilana took it away at camp director, I was so impressed.  We fit into these campy roles like your favorite old t-shirt.  We just made it work.  I stepped into camp and there I was surrounded by complete comfort and pure joy: camp songs, girls playing soccer with intense enthusiasm, teamwork like you wouldn’t believe – was this really the first full day of camp?  I was happy.  I was home.

Day 54

The camp energy never let up.  This was my 5^th camp with Peace Corps and I was blown away at how much participation was going on!  The Grassroot Soccer program brought the girls on a whole new comfort level with each other – they were teammates and sisters.  They gave their opinions and told personal stories and I was impressed. 

Day 55

One of the girls lost a family member early this morning.  What struck me was how the girls gathered around their friend to comfort her as she cried waiting for her ride to go home for the funeral.  They held her hand, they cried with her, they hugged her so tightly I could feel the love as I helplessly watched in sadness.  In a country so stricken with heartache and death, it’s amazing how quickly these girls grow up and learn how to deal with grief. 

Day 56

My favorite day at camp – condom day!  Camp Director Ilana took this very important lesson and turned it into one of my most favorite experiences of all camp experiences... A guest speaker came and talked about condoms and asked one girl to demonstrate putting on a male condom (using a wooden penis) and another girl to put on a female condom (using a toilet paper roll).  The girls cheered as the demonstration finished – but wait!  Every girl was given two male condoms and two female condoms and they were encouraged to practice with the wooden penis and the toilet paper roll.  Each girl took a turn, following each step precisely.  Meanwhile, our guest speaker was in a private room where each girl would get the chance to see what HIV Testing and Counseling was all about.  Being tested was voluntary, but every girl needed to know what was involved – a practice run, in case some day they would like to be tested.  Of course it was anonymous, but out of 36 girls, 29 were tested!  Amazing.  I’m so proud of these girls.

Day 57

My favorite night of camp! After awards, fantas and biscuits, the evening became more somber for the candle-lighting ceremony.  Shelly started the evening off by lighting a candle for Katy Puzey, a fellow Peace Corps Volunteer who died but she had a vision for young girls in her community.  We then went around a circle lighting our candles and saying things that moved us.  It was beautiful.  After the ceremony, I took Mary’s group for reflection where we talked about the week and I made each girl pinky promise to never forget what they learned at camp and to always strive to be role models.  Explaining a pinky promise to Malawian girls is quite fun and they took the oath seriously.

Pre-COS Conference Chit Chat

Here I am, the eve of my COS conference.  Wasn’t I writing this same bit before staging, February 2011?  I was scared then.  I might be scared now.  It’s funny how weird it feels to have to assimilate back into my own culture.

Wow.  I did it.  At some points in time I didn’t know if I could make it, but then I proved to myself I’m stronger than I know.  I’ve changed in a lot of ways, I’m sure.  Looking back on my journal entries I know for a fact I’m less naive.  I also know that I have acquired a snappy temper.  I have found the joys in simple moments.  I have befriended many with fewer than 10 words shared between us.  I have sung, danced and laughed my way through Malawi.  I have experienced great loss.  I lost family, friends and once I even lost myself.  I have witnessed birth.  I have witnessed death.  I have fallen in love with life, only to lose it in a few short months.  That’s where the desperation comes.  Am I ready?

Of course I am.  Overall, I am completely satisfied with my service.  I taught, I learned.  I won some, I lost some.  I can cook with ease and I understand how spices work (huge accomplishment for life).  I can truly say I have done everything I wanted to do in my 2 years and I am ready for the next chapter in life.  My proudest moments are with the amazing people I have met on my journey and I hope to never forget any of this.  Saying good-bye is never easy and if you remember correctly, I do not do it well.

Cheers to a mind-blowing, sometimes challenging and always inspirational Peace Corps service.  I couldn’t ask for more.

Awesome days in the midst of madness!

Day 48

On my way to Mzuzu, I stop in Chintheche and swing by the post office on a whim to find another package!  I feel so spoiled!  Thanks, Aunt Roxie! 

Day 49

SICK!  So I have had giardia for a while.  This day was actually quite awful (as I was suffering from abdominal pain, the Peace Corps doctors were not returning my calls, I sat on a bus for four hours only to have the doctors call me back to tell me to get off the bus and worst of all, I felt like I didn’t recognize myself – I felt weak, disoriented and angry), not awesome at all, but I will tell you that I get by with a little help from my friends.  Christian helped me through the streets of Mzuzu as I cried from pain all the way to the clinic and sat with me as I took test after test (all negative) only to be put on Cipro because they will probably clear up whatever is going on in my body with that magical antibiotic.  Christian took me back to the lodge and we watched the cooking channel until I felt sleepy.  I am lucky to have such wonderful people to take care of me when I’m so far from home.

Day 50

While in Mzuzu, I checked my bank account with my fingers crossed and lo and behold I had received my grant money for the pit latrines!  You can read the story here, but in summary, I worked for 14 months on these pit latrines and this day felt so good.  It was a hassle to get the money out of my account, but when it was eventually deposited into my counterpart’s account, I felt the biggest relief.  It’s done.  Well, the administrative part is done.  Now we need to build 66 pit latrines!

Day 51

I received a phone call from my dad this morning and it felt so good to talk to someone from home while I was sick.  The best part?  My dad told me how proud he was of what I’m doing and the talk I gave at PEPFAR.  He said, and I quote “When you speak, people listen.  It’s a gift.”  Thanks, dad!  I needed that boost for sure.

Day 52

Another phone call from home and this one was from Dee!  Again, it felt good to talk to home – it was like they knew I needed some TLC and I feel so grateful to have a family who loves me so much.  I am the luckiest.

More awesome days in the vil!

Day 40

A day full of dread – traveling North on the lakeshore between my site to Chintheche.  To make a long story short, I rode in exactly 7 vehicles round-trip for the 50 kilometers - no fun.  However, on this adventure in horrific transport, I was able to talk with the women’s group that makes chitenje bags.  It’s been a while since I visited them and Beatrice, the head seamstress, and I have a pretty good bond.  She calls me often asking my opinion on certain items (mostly aesthetic opinions, I know almost nothing about business) and we always joke in Tonga – one of the few people I feel like I can actually communicate well with in Chitonga.  Anyway, I brought her some patterns for sanitary pads to start making and selling in her community, as they often have scraps of fabric that can easily be turned into something useful.  I also passed along a new idea for bags and a wrap skirt – all of which were accepted with open arms.  That’s what I love about this group – so open to new ideas and always down for a chat.  

After my visit with Luso la Manja, I continued on my way to Chintheche to check my mail.  The new mail man has quite an attitude, but I walked out of the post office with three packages – thanks Aunt Roxie, Aunt Nancy and Dylan!  When I got home, I devoured candy and treats and as always I am so grateful for you thinking of me! 

Day 41

Christian came to visit and after a restless day of sitting in the house, we ventured to the market for a Coke.  Still not satisfied, we walked down the road that led to no where.  It used to be the main highway (M5), however they built a bridge over Dwambazi River and averted the highway away from the village.  The road ends abruptly one kilometer from the market and drops you in the middle of cassava fields, but the old bridge is still partly standing.  As the sun was setting, the bridge looked ominous above us.  Christian led the way trying to get us back to my house via some imaginary short cut and soon it was dark and we only had my cell phone for light.  We could hear people speaking from dark houses but the road was not visible.  We roamed with a purpose but found ourselves aimlessly walking through fields until we finally turned back.  Okay, so this seems simple and boring, but it was nice to go for a walk, even at night, with Christian and with no purpose. 

Day 42

My new friend, Mrs. Luhanga, has been extremely supportive of my future plans of becoming a nurse.  Today I shadowed her at the hospital as she did antenatal care on patients.  For mothers who were pregnant, we checked vital signs and figured out how far along the mother was just by pressing your fingers below the sternum to the top of the belly (where you could also determine where the baby’s head versus the baby’s butt were located inside the womb) AND I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat (it’s incredible – almost inaudible by how quickly it’s beating – and to think a little life is inside that swollen belly, so beautiful).  While in America they use an ultrasound, in Malawi we use this small plastic shoe horn looking device and press it firmly beneath the women’s sternum while simultaneously pressing our ears to the smaller end.  Primitive, but effective.  For women who just gave birth, Mrs. Luhanga watched women breastfed to be sure the baby was adequately receiving milk.  She answered any questions the mother had and also felt inside the vagina to be sure everything was healing properly.  No one was rushed through the office, everyone’s questions got answered and somehow I felt that this healthcare system seemed to run much more smoothly in many cases than our own back home. 

Day 43

Market day with Ama is always my favorite day.  All week we talk about the things we want to buy and then when Friday comes along I make sure to look my best (or else Ama Chimbutu will send me home to change or shower) and we meet up for our ritual.  We greet everyone, of course, and Ama loves to chat loudly and with purpose.  She informs everyone that we are going shopping and we go shopping every market day.  When we get to the heaps of clothes, many buyers are already sifting through the second-hand clothing, but Ama Chimbutu elbows her way in and holds up clothes to show me.  At this point in time, we know each other’s styles and approximate sizes.  Ama can eyeball a shirt and tell me it will be too tight or too low-cut.  I know that Ama likes black and white patterns but also enjoys blue floral prints and long skirts.  Ama knows I’m a polka dot, stripes, spaghetti strap kinda gal.  We toss each other clothes “yesani, yesani” (try, try!) we yell over the music.  I know when Ama likes the clothes when she tries it on and starts slow-dancing while imagining where she will wear it.  When it’s not something she will wear, she makes a face of pure disgust and tosses it back in the pile.  We feed off the energy of the sellers who are typically yelling the prices “three-hundredy...three hundredy...” and the other women fighting to see what else is in the pile of clothes.  When we have exhuasted a pile or the vendor is just too picky with prices, we go on our way to the next pile.  After a busy day of shopping, I treat us to Cokes.  Satisfied with the last drop, we walk home with our goodies and I drop her off at her house.  The sun is usually setting and I always think “this is the happiest I could be” and it probably is.   

Day 44

Another Pad Training at Dwambazi and this one is led completely by me.  I was nervous to not have Elizabeth’s expertise, but I also had my amazing girls’ group and counterpart to help lead the morning’s training.  We had 12 girls come from the secondary school – they came in spurts, which made the women’s health lesson difficult, however I was proud to step back and watch my girls from GLOW take it away.  They sat down with each newcomer and gave a brief explanation of the female anatomy, menstruation and then directed the girls in pad-making.  At first I was frustrated that everything was starting on-time, but then I took a minute to admire my girls in action! This is what it’s all about – guiding the girls to do something that they are passionate about and watching them succeed.  As always, they started singing and chatting and the energy felt like nothing I’ve felt in a classroom. 

Day 45

Girls’ Club met and we talked about Goal Setting.  Not my best lesson, to be honest, but the girls were creative, as always.  It’s such a great joy to take them away from the boys and to see them in action – they have so much charisma and they are so smart, if only they had confidence to show off their awesome personalities all the time.  That’s what Girls’ Club is all about.

Day 46

Christian and I met with the Village Savings and Loan ladies again and this time we had a purpose.  I sat back as the women asked Christian business questions.  They gave him some of their business ideas (selling bundles of clothes at the market, selling chickens or beef to lodges or boarding schools) and Christian wrote out equations in the sand to show them how to make a profit.  The women seemed half-way interested but still unsure of which business to pursue.  At the moment, they have over 180,000k in a box that is just sitting in one woman’s house.  At the very least, the ladies received some good advice that got them thinking about more than just saving. 

Day 47

My latest craze in Malawi is to be creative in the kitchen.  Let’s face it, I couldn’t cook for the life of me in the States, but here it’s a requirement and the tastier the food, the happier I feel.  To spice up the daily routine, Christian and I made tacos, our favorite dish to make in Malawi, we have a system to our cooking – I pre-soak and season the soya, he makes tortillas (they’re always so perfect and round) and the pico.  We grill onions and peppers (if available) and I make Spanish rice.  During these perfectly tasty meals, we rarely speak, we only devour the amazing food before us. 

 

 

Do you know your skills of life?

List 4 values that you have.

Parents or hospital

Smoking chamba (marijuana) and drinking beer/chibuku

Smoking chamba

Weakness

 

Why is having high self-esteem important?

It helps people to be living in the happy life.

It makes people to feel good about yourself.

It’s important because it promotes the good life.

High self-esteem is important because it encourages the body to grow well and to grow strong.

To help with good physical appearance and then you have good future.

 

List two physical changes that occur in boys.

Bigger privatey parts

In private parts becomes hair

 

What are two effects of stress?

You can be dead

People die

It causes the people to become the laziness

 

What are two physical changes that occur in girls during puberty?

Bigger breasts on their chest

Having an arms

 

List two ways to manage stress.

Orphanage and lack of money

Dishonest and failure of exams

 

What is the definition of values?

Values are beliefs, feeling and experiment that you

(yep, that’s all she wrote)

 

What are two advantages of having high self-esteem?

Responsibility and depression

Anger

 

Give two examples of stress.

Unstressors and destressors

 

List two warning signs of stress.

Frustration and ambition

 

What are two disadvantages of low self-esteem?

Strong character and hospital

Kindness

Strong character

Resisting peer pressure and avoiding having pre-marital sex

 

Define “assertiveness”.

Assertiveness are knowing that you have asiation to do presents.

(Yeah, I don’t know)

 

Why is it important to have values?

Values are to make achieve and to make right choose.

(Close?)