I haven’t been the best at updating this recently. I’m in this weird place where days seem to go super slow, but weeks have flown by.

I’m writing this with one day of classes left before summer. I had my last adult and student English clubs of the school year.

I ran a half marathon last week. It was incredibly challenging, but I loved it.

I’m preparing for my American Sports camp that will be taking place in my village two weeks from now. There are an incredible number of details that go into coordinating 7 visiting Americans and activities for an, as of right now, unknown number of students, but as things are starting to come together I’m really excited to see the final project.

Looking ahead, I’m moving out of my host family this week and into my own place, this summer I’ll be helping at a few other camps, exploring this country as much as I can and preparing for my clubs and lessons next year.

It’s wild that I’m nearly a third of the way done with my Peace Corps service, but time does fly when you’re having fun!

This last week of school has been a lot of tests, grading tests and then just hanging out with kids. I showed my 4/5th graders snapchat filters today and they thought that was hilarious. Moments like those are my favorite.


Peace Corps Fit (Part two)

In the summer before I came to Ukraine, I started attending yoga classes at the YMCA where I also worked. I worked at that gym for over four years and worked out there only a handful of times during that period. That summer, I was only working a few shifts because I had a different full time job, but it allowed me to be able to actually attend classes.

I fell in love with yoga. Something about being able to take an hour and focus on nothing but my breath and my body was intoxicating. It helped that it was hard work, but it wasn’t too strenuous on my hip while I worked on that with my physical therapist. I could mix cardio (running) with yoga, in a way that gave my hip time to heal, but also allowed me to train for the half marathon a week before my departure that I had somewhat foolishly signed up for months before.


When it came to packing, attempting (and failing) to fit my life into 100 pounds a carry-on, my yoga mat was a must. My mom considered it a bubble-item, but it was something that I refused to compromise on. If I could go back and repack, know what I know now, I would pack completely differently, but toting my yoga mat along wouldn’t change. It was a lifesaver over the winter when it was too cold to do much outside besides shuffle to and from school.

I’ve recently started using Asana Rebel, after being bombarded with adds for it on Facebook and Instagram, and I do have to say I’m impressed. I’m excited to have more time this summer and that is one hobby that I will be spending time on during the warmer months.

Peace Corps Fit (Part 1)

Staying in shape during Peace Corps service can be a challenge. Every site is different and each holds its own unique challenges when it comes to this aspect of life.

When I first arrived to Ukraine in September for PST (holy crap, has it really been that long?), my biggest challenge was finding time. Fall in Ukraine is a lot like fall in the PNW, super short days. PST is a lot like having every minute of every day scheduled for you for three months. We had 3-4 hours of language a day, followed by technical training, practice lessons, English clubs and field trips. Needless to say, we were busy. During the first two months, we were lucky to be done by 4…and it was usually dark by then. This eliminated my usual exercise of choice: running. I ran a few times in the village, on weekends or on the off chance we got an early day.

Once PST got less intense, after we returned from site, it was winter and also being a PNW girl, I didn’t quite know how to function in that. Throughout PST I would do yoga in my room after dinner. The couple and babusya I lived usually ate dinner right after I got home around 4:30-5, leaving me with my evenings free.

Once I got to site, it was still winter. Shocker, I know. I started using fitness blender (thanks mom) to work out in my room. Any PCVs reading this, if you’ve got internet access I 10/10 would recommend fitness blender. They’ve got hundreds of videos that target cardio, strength, abs, arms, etc. I started with a yoga/Pilates strength series and I loved it. At the same time, I definitely got tired of being cooped up 90% of the time.

I started running outside in the snow, much to the chagrin of the babusyas in my village. I had to do some googling to figure out how to run in the snow without falling on my face all the time. I ran in my yaktrax and I still bundled up as best I could. I still didn’t wear a hat.

It started to warm up and my village became one giant mud puddle. In some ways, I preferred the snow to the mud, my Nikes and my clothes stayed cleaner and I was less likely to slip on the ice when I had my yaktrax on.

When I went to Lviv in the middle of February for a Peace Corps conference, it had already started to warm up and I was invited to do a half marathon in May. At the time, May seemed like it was ages and ages away, yet here we are. Once I got back from that conference, I had to become more serious about running if I was going to be able to run this half.

I’ve run two half marathons before, one just a week before I left for Ukraine. I’ve also dealt with some dumpy injuries relating to my running as well. I’m happy to say that my times have been faster than the last half I trained for and that my hip has been feeling pretty good so far.

My biggest concern was the heat. Ironically, I moved to Ukraine and have found it to be warmer most of the time than my sweet PNW home. I also wasn’t super sure of the conditions, whether the course would be flat or hilly and how often water would be provided.

*It ended up be stupid hot during the race and it was incredibly hilly. I’m still pleased with my performance given the conditions, but I’ve got my eye on another race in Kiev this fall to improve my time.

Victory Day

Ukraine has about a million holidays. This country that I now call home loves a celebration. They have had a difficult history, so in the context of that, it makes sense that they appreciate any chance to celebrate when they can. (If you’re still referring to Ukraine as ‘The Ukraine’ and you don’t know much about what I’m talking about, I highly recommend Borderland, it’s a fascinating book that details the complex history of this incredible country.

We celebrated Easter with what felt like a million loaves of паска, which is special Easter bread, a special dinner with way too much food crafts and time off of school. I loved getting the chance to be involved in this holiday and to observe these fascinating traditions.

Before Easter, we had Women’s Day. Celebrated on the 8th of March, this day celebrates mothers, women and girls. We had school performances, a day off of school and presents! I was given flowers, lotion and candy by my students. This teacher thing ain’t so bad.


Most recently, we celebrated Victory Day. Victory Day celebrates the end of World War Two, or, more specifically “a holiday that commemorates the victory of the Soviet Union over Nazi Germany in the Great Patriotic War” (Wikipedia). This is most similar to Veteran’s Day or Memorial Day in America.

A few fun facts:

  • Ukraine has recognized this holiday since its independence in 1991
  • It wasn’t until 2013 that people got the day off, if it falls on the weekend, then they get Monday off. We got two days off because it fell on a Tuesday, but not everyone is as lucky
  • Since 2015, it’s been officially recognized as “Victory Day over Nazism in World War II,” separating it from Victory Day which was how it was celebrated when Ukraine was a member of the former Soviet Union
  • They used to refer to World War Two as the “Great Patriotic War”
  • The symbol of Victory Day is the red poppy
  • The motto of the day is “1939-1945. пам’ятаємо. Перемагаємо” or “1939-1945. We remember. We prevail.”

In Mamalyga, Victory Day started with a parade. The students armed with balloons and flowers, walked from the school to the monument across the street. Every city, town and village has at least one WWII memorial. At the monument, we listened to a speaker talk about the history and importance of the day, had a moment of silence and the kids put the flowers in front of the monument. Someone read the names of the men who died fighting in the war and a priest came and blessed the veterans standing in the front.

Afterwards their was a concert by my students in the house of culture, which is another fascinating remnant from the Soviet era. It’s basically a large meeting and recreation area. Like WWII monuments, every city, town and village has one. They generally have concert halls, dance studios and other rooms. The idea being these “Culture Houses” would provide meaningful leisure activities to the inhabitants of the villages or towns. In Mamalyga, I’ve seen it used for concerts and for ‘discos,’ which was basically school dances.

Update on me, I’ve got two more weeks of school left. I’m running a half marathon next weekend. I’ve got a camp for my students the week after school gets out. My summer is starting to fill up with camps I’m helping out with and with trips I’m planning to explore this beautiful country I call home. It’s been ridiculously hot already, so this PNW girl is in for a treat/rough summer. All in all, I’m excited to spend the summer exploring and preparing to jump back in to clubs and classes when we come back for school in September.



The Peace Corps was created to promote world peace and friendship. It has three goals-

Every six months, Peace Corps Volunteers all over the world are required to document every aspect of their volunteer efforts on a daunting document known as the VRF or “Volunteer Reporting Form.”

It is onerous and detailed and while I completely understand why it is necessary, it’s also frustrating. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting the chance to brag about myself, my students and the activities I’ve been up to at site, my adorable millennial self is also all about the fact that I can use my Instagram and blog as a “Third-goal” activity, but it’s tedious and time consuming and also I hate it.

So, I’m taking a break to work on my “third goal” and to reflect, as I’ve been asked to do.

Peace Corps has three goals.

1. To help the people of interested countries in meeting their need for trained men and women.

  1. To help the people of interested countries in meeting their need for trained men and women.

I accomplish that goal by teaching with my counterparts, running my English clubs and helping run camps and workshops that train teachers in new teaching methods and teaching students about English and other topics.



2. To help promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the people served.

2. To help promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the people served.

I accomplish that goal any time I talk about American holidays, American foods or American traditions with my students, my host family or anyone here that I interact with. That’s right folks, when I made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and watched Guy Fieri taco truck videos with my students, I was also working towards one of the goals of the peace corps. When made March Madness brackets and I taught them what a “bracket buster” was, also accomplishing a goal. These may seem like silly examples, but they ar3. To help promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.e different aspects of American culture that I have loved having the opportunity to share.

3. To help promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.

If you know me, or you follow me on any form of social media, you know I’m all about social media. I majored in communications in college and took classes like “Interactive journalism” which could have also been called “how to twitter 101.” I have the same handle for my Instagram, twitter, and blog for ‘branding purposes.’ In reality, it’s more for consistency and to make it easier for people to find me.

I appreciate all three goals, but this one has a special place in my heart. Since I’ve been here, I’ve had countless moments where something happens, I’m at an event or I see something take place and I just wish someone else was there to experience it, to recognize what is happening. My blog, Instagram etc., give me the chance to do just that. I get to document my experiences and show them to people that likely had no little to no knowledge of Ukraine and Ukrainian culture. I love it! From playing dress up in traditional Ukrainian clothes, to beautiful architecture, to performances, I love getting to share my experiences with family and friends at home.

I consider myself lucky to be able to have these experiences, so having the chance to share them is a no brainer. I hope if you’re reading this, you’ve enjoyed what I’ve shared so far and you’re looking forward to me oversharing for the next 20 months of my life.

English Club Corner

This week at my English Club, we talked about summer vacations. I described 4th of July and BBQ’s, we watched videos about summer camp and Disney land.

At the end of the club, I had students write what they would like to do during summer if they could do anything and these were a few of my favorites. Enjoy!


The one where Whitney has a ball at her feet again-Part 2

Three and a half years later, I graduated from university, packed my bags and headed to Ukraine! (That makes it sound so much easier than the year-long process that it all entailed). I had gone back and forth on whether to bring my cleats with me when I packed and they were ultimately left at home, more room for peanut butter. (No regrets there).

When I got to my training site, I was a little too timid to go kick around in our little village. It took me a few weeks to be comfortable enough to even run in my village. It’s a tough thing to move to a country where no one looks like you, you don’t know the language or the culture and everyone stares at you when you just walk down the street. Now try running in those conditions. God forbid you try to run in shorts.

All that to say, it took me a while to work up the courage. Then winter started and no one was doing anything outside because it was like negative 1,000 degrees all the time. I spent a lot of time working on my downward dog during those months.

When I first got to my permanent site, it was a little warmer, but only a little. Definitely still too cold for soccer. Then it warmed up and my sweet little village was covered in mud. Now it’s legit hot and I love it and I finally got a ball at my feet again.

It started with having class outside. I remember asking all of my teachers (and professors if we’re being honest) once the weather warmed up if we could have class outside. I LOVE having class outside. I’m well aware that little to nothing gets done if you have class outside, but that doesn’t dampen my enthusiasm for it. Therefore, whenever my students ask me in broken English and Ukrainian if we can have class outside, my gut response is always yes.

We don’t get a whole lot accomplished, but it sure is fun. On one of these lovely days, one of my fourth graders had a soccer ball and asked if I wanted to play. I said yes, mostly because I knew I probably wouldn’t embarrass myself too badly in front of these kids.

I quickly came to the realization that A. I was out of shape. I run here, but my body was not (and is still not) primed for the quick sprints that soccer requires. My second realization was that I still got it. My feet weren’t quite comfortable, but I felt the mechanics coming back. It was like riding a bike, as the idiom goes.

Since that fateful day…which makes it sound so much more intense than me kicking around a soccer ball with a bunch of fourth graders…since then, I bought my own ball. I use it to kick around as a warm up to my runs at the soccer field here in Mamalyga. My first day walking back to my house with it after school, I ran into some of my students who asked if I would play. I’d just run about 5 miles, but how can you say no to Dima?

I’m very proud to say that we had an uneven number and I was worth two fifth graders. (Ya hatin’ didn’t work).

Sometimes I get asked to join a pick-up game if there’s one going on at the field before or after my run. I also don’t have a day go by without a kid running up breathlessly to ask me “Whitney, you will play football with us today?” Now, it depends on whether or not I have English club after school and what I’m wearing. Soccer in a dress is a challenge, but I’ve played in ballet flats a few times.

This is another way that this sweet little village has accepted me and a way that I’ve made it my home. I’m also gaining more confidence here and I love it. Soon I’ll hopefully be teaching these kiddos about some of my favorite American sports.

The one where Whitney has a ball at her feet again-Part 1


I used to play soccer. I don’t mean that lightly, there were many years in my life where my world revolved around the sport that I loved. Summers were spent at practice 3-4 days a week, at camps and commuting to tournaments all over the place.

Soccer is where I found some of my truest friends. Soccer also allowed me to travel to new places and share the sport I love with girls that hadn’t ever played before. Long story short, this sport is and was one of the defining factors of my life.

Knowing all that, why was last week the first time I had played soccer in Ukraine? That’s a tale that starts long before Ukraine, and I’m glad you asked. Buckle up folks, it’s a bumpy ride.

I started playing soccer when I was about three years old. You know, beehive soccer where everyone just runs after the ball. My mom was my coach and she would continue to challenge me for the next eight years. My family would head down to Mexico to help organize soccer camps most summers.

When I was like 10 or 11, I started playing club soccer. That was another level and it’s where I had many adventures and met some incredible people.

My family started going to Cambodia when I was 12, but the first soccer trips wouldn’t come for a couple more years. From age 14 to when I was 17, I spent time in Cambodia. I ran soccer camps, coached teams, taught English and played in exhibition matches with girls all over the country.

When I started looking at colleges, soccer was something pretty far back on the list of priorities. I was good, but I wasn’t THAT good.  It just wasn’t a focus for me at the time, I knew what I wanted to study and what I wanted to get out of my college experience and playing soccer wasn’t near the top of the list. I’ve thought about how my college experience would have been different if I had pursued that more, but I don’t regret anything. I played intramurals and had a blast at school.

Teamwork Makes the Dream work

What they don’t tell you about Peace Corps service, or at least I wasn’t paying attention, is how much you need to rely on other people to be successful. I’ve got a solid group of over 70 individuals who are killing it on the daily in their schools, with their clubs and in their towns, villages and cities. This post has some examples.

My favorite part about this job are my clubs. Don’t get me wrong, I am learning to love my time in the classroom, but the area where I have had the most fun as a PCV would hands down be my clubs.

I’ve written about my clubs before, I have one for teachers and I have one for students. My teachers club has surprised me. I didn’t know if I would enjoy it, but the teachers and parents that attend are quick learners and they work hard.

My students club has a focus on speaking and on American culture. We don’t have homework, we play lots of games, generally, it’s just a fun time for them to hear more about America, play some games and practice speaking English in an environment that’s not as pressurized as a classroom.

We talk about all kinds of things. So far we’ve had topics on travelling, Peace Corps, American music and Valentine’s Day. I like to follow my students lead and take their suggestions, but sometimes I’ve just got something I’d love to share.


One of those was food. I stole this idea from a fellow volunteer (*cough cough* Alex Polk) but it was a hit. If you know me, you know I. LOVE. FOOD. Having the chance to share some of my favorites with my students was a no-brainer.

I started with a game and then had a presentation about different American foods. I got the chance to explain that America is really lucky to have food from all over the world that is considered ‘American,’ because America is a place where people have come from all over the world that are, in fact, American. I love getting to work in a life lesson when I’m discussing hot dogs and pizza.

I explained what burritos and tacos were and that, besides my family, the thing that I missed the most  about America were the aforementioned burritos and tacos.

We watched a couple of cooking videos with Ukrainian subtitles. I introduced them to Guy Fieri, then we moved on to the main event. EATING.

I recently made my way to the city to the Ukrainian equivalent of Wal-Mart (it’s called вел-март, which is pronounced vel-mart, and it is glorious), and purchased peanut butter and jelly. I showed my students the right way to make PB&J, peanut butter on one piece of bread, jelly on the other, but I had no idea what they would think.

Peanut butter is one of those things that has largely stayed in America, its popularity hasn’t spread to a lot of placed in the world. If I can have an impact on that, I think my work here is done. My kids loved it. We finished up club by watching another cooking video and talking about what they wanted to learn about next week.


In another idea borrowed from a fellow PCV, my topic this week for my teachers’ club was numbers and colors. I knew I wanted to teach numbers, but I had no idea where to start. One of my fellow volunteers posted the curriculum she created for an adult English club with learners at a beginner’s level.

Guess what my club was? If you guessed ‘an adult English club with learners at a beginner’s level,’ you would be correct!

She had the genius idea of presenting both the numbers and colors, like normal, but then following it up with a game of UNO. Instead of just playing like normal, every time someone played a card they had to say what number and color they were playing, in order to reinforce the topic. For example, if I played a blue 7, I had to say “I have a blue seven.” Pretty simple stuff.

They game worked well, but it also took forever. I had five teachers and parents, which was the perfect number of people. I do have to say, the UNO cards came from my grandma and the packages that I’ve received from her and my parents have given me a chance to feel a little bit of home and, more importantly in my opinion, share some of my home with my students and friends here.

These club examples are a small example of the ways that PCVs support each other to succeed. Whether or not it relates to our work, I’m surrounded by people who are rooting for me, who understand what I’m going through, have great suggestions for me to be better and are open to hearing my suggestions. When it comes to Peace Corps service, teamwork definitely makes the dream work.

Sometimes I have days that don’t feel very “peace corps.”

I talk a lot about the places where I have found successes on my blog, but I think it’s also important to highlight the days or times where I have struggled. There are plenty, trust me.

For example, when I got back from Lviv, I was sick on Tuesday. The long week of travel and the overnight train just took me out and I took a day to recover. I headed to school on Wednesday knowing that my counterpart wouldn’t be there, so I’d be covering the lessons for our shared classes. Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to teach without a Ukrainian teacher also being present, so there was a bunch of confusion over being in different classes and not being able to teach and the lessons were just messy and I felt useless. I was able to end my day with my (crazy) fifth formers, who are obsessed with high-fives and handshakes, and that helped the day. I can’t say they actually learned anything, but class was fun.

When my crew from that class walked me home that day, they asked me what my favorite music was. I considered this an excellent time to plug my English club because the topic is music this week and told them that if they came to English club, they could find out.

The students in this particular class have a test during the day before club and one of them said that he wouldn’t be at school tomorrow. I asked чому? (Why?) and he said because he didn’t want to take the test, but that he would come to English club. I told him I appreciated that, but if he didn’t come to class, he couldn’t come to English club. They all laughed at that and told me that I was very funny. (Does that sound like someone who was voted the least funny in her family? I don’t think so).

Everyday brings new moments like these ones. Moments that challenge me and moments that make me laugh. This kids are incredible and I love getting to know them and seeing them learn. I can’t believe I’ve been in this country for five months now! Time really does fly when you’re having fun I guess!