“The highs are higher, the lows are lower.”
Peace Corps has a lot of isms; this being one of them. Official or not, they are the things I hear from time to time, the things that are passed down from volunteer to volunteer. In regards to the last week, this phrase began to repeat itself in my head, a mantra of description as I roller coaster-ed through the week.
As an example, I present just two days, a mere forty-eight hours of my tumultuous life at post. (Update: It has recently come to my attention that I have small handwriting. Bigger version of pictures at the bottom.)
Or the emotions of these days could be simplified with the following graph: