Wednesday, July 8, 2009

7/3/09- Don’t quit!

 Today was my first day of orientation with the LEAP schools.  I cannot put in words what I experienced today, but for the sake of this blog, I will try to share some of what I experienced.  We accompanied some of the LEAP students to visit a drug rehabilitation center for teens who have been to prison for substance abuse and crime, called REALISTIC.  In true South African style, the facilitator warmed us up with about 15 min of singing and dancing (that means that we all had to get silly and pretend we had coordination).  This really helped me come out of my shell and feel like part of the group.

Then we were prompted to break into small groups consisting of two “Realists” (students from REALISTIC), a LEAP student and a Teach with Africa fellow (me).  Each group member was told to share with the group why we were there and what we hope to do in the next few months.  The Realists started out.  As the first Realist opened up, I couldn’t help but notice the many scars across his face and wonder what he had gone through to get those.  He shared that he had fallen into a life of crime, which landed him in prison.  After getting out of prison he was prompted my both his ex-girlfriend and family member to become connected with REALISTIC.

Our conversation did not focus so much on what he did to get into prison, but what he has gone through after getting out and trying to fit back into society.  Because he decided to join this rehabilitation program it basically means that he can no longer hang out with any of the people who he used to call his buddies.  No more gangs, drugs or whatever else got him in trouble.  While this sounds all great, it has basically left him lonely.  While all of his past influences were negative, they were his support.  He shared with us how hard it is for him now to get through the nights when he just has to stay home alone with nothing to do.  He said that one of his coping mechanisms is to write.  Although none of our group members had dealt with the same exact scenarios that he had dealt with, his loneliness really struck a cord with us.  We all, in some way, had decided to leave something comforting in our lives (whether it be an unhealthy relationship or vice) to make a positive change in our lives.  This is not comfortable or easy.  We all shared that pain.

When it came time for me to share why I was there, I did not know what to say.  How can any of my life experiences even begin to compare with anything these students are facing?  All I could do was be honest and just share where I am at in my life and teaching career.  I told my group that although America may seem to be a perfect place (since all they know is from reruns of The Bold and the Beautiful that are played on their TV stations), I see many students with substance abuse issues on a daily basis.  I shared that students come to my class drunk, high and very upset due to problems in their lives.  I explained that I am in South Africa to see what the LEAP and REALISTIC programs are doing to help their students, so I can learn how to better address the students in my classes that are struggling.

After moving on and allowing other students to share, the Realist student made a point to ask me more about my students. He could not believe that my classroom was not the perfect picture painted on TV.  I shared with him that many students that I teach also do not have much support in their lives.  For many students, their role models are musicians who preach about drugs, alcohol, and treating women horribly. This sparked a pretty interesting conversation about the hip-hop music they hear in the townships.  I asked if there is any positive messages in the hip-hop that he listens to. He shared the lyrics of a song that meant a lot to him.  In the song the musician is in his home alone, dealing with the same loneliness that he now experiences in his rehabilitation.  The musician has to make the choice to either stay inside away from trouble, or go outside and join his gang friends.  In the end of the song the musician decides to go outside to join his gang friends.  In the end, the musician decides to “leave his god in the house” and goes outside to join his gang friends.  The musician ends up feeling great remorse and is writing the song from prison.  The realist felt a very strong connection to this song because this is exactly where he sees himself- at the point where he is either going to succumb to the loneliness and go outside, or just stay inside.

He told me with much pride and almost a bit of shyness that he had written a paper where he had to explain his dream vacation.  He had chosen America.  He had learned about the United States not only from TV, but also from music.   I told him that he needs to keep that dream alive.  Whether I think that he will ever be able to come to America or not, if this is a thread of a dream that he has, I want him to hold onto it.  I hope to connect him with one of my students so he can continue to learn about the real America and continue to improve his life.

The day ended with the facilitator reading a poem about not quitting the path they are already on.  Since they have made the choice to be part of the REALISTIC program, they have already made a choice in the right direction.

 

7/1/09- The friendly skies

After a truly inspiring flight coming to SA I have arrived and settled in a comfy bed and breakfast in Cape Town.  Just to mention a few words about my flight- despite the stress of changing airplanes and navigating foreign airports, I always love flying because I meet some of the most interesting people "in the air".  Between SF and Atlanta I shared a cramped space with a born and bred San Franciscan whose grandmother was one of the founders of black civil rights groups in San Francisco in the 60's.  She shared one of her grandmother's philosophies with me, which was simply, "be nice to those who are nice to you."  Sounds simple enough, but I realized the value of this later in the flight.

One of the many US soldiers on our flight, on route to Iraq, turned around to interrupt our blabbing and started to befriend us.  Inside I felt a slight annoyance that this person, who I felt I had nothing in common with, was interrupting our conversation. He chimed in and said, "I heard you talking about the environment.  Well, one of my good friends creates farming systems using only what he has on his farm."  He continued to tell us about his friend's sustainable farming systems and also mentioned how he is pushing to have his friend actually go to Iraq/Afghanistan to lead seminars.  I was pretty much floored.  Although he looked like a typical white-boy southern US soldier, he broke so many stereotypes I have about those who serve for the US Army.  Shame on me.  I need to learn to be nice and appreciate those serving for us.  Just as I misjudged those who would be serving for the Peace Corps, I misjudged the motives and work of some of our soldiers.  I can't wait to contact this gentleman to learn more about his work abroad.

 

 

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

First pics from my trip

Here are some of the pics I have taken so far:




I know what you are thinking.  Is MJ THAT popular around the world?  Well, maybe.  I'll report back about that in a few weeks.  And no, Cape Town does not have a walk of fame.  So...upon arriving at the airport I was kindly informed that my passport had insufficient space to house the three page visa that S. Africa requires.  I was not allowed on the plane and was told to return in two days with more passport pages.  Yes, it was completely ridiculous. Getting more passport pages sounds simple, right?  Not so.  Unfortunately the San Francisco passport office was completely booked with appointments until JULY 16th, so if I wanted to see S.A. anytime soon, I had to actually FLY to LA to go to their passport office, which could squeeze me in the next day at 8am.  Now let's think about the environmental impact of me obtaining those few little pages...  

On the positive side, I did get to spend a fabulous sunny day in LA as they "processed" (peeled the backs off a few stickers and stuck the insert in) my passport.   On my tour de LA I had a chance to visit MJ's star on the walk of fame.    As to be expected it was sad and bizarre...just like Michael.  Fans and reporters were gathered from all over the world.   It was kind of like a mild, emotional mosh pit.  Everyone was pushing to get a pic with the actual star on the sidewalk and the police had to keep corralling everyone onto the sidewalk and out of traffic.  It was just a weird feeling being there because, as you can see in the picture of the note that says "I'M SORRY WE ALL LET YOU DOWN", there was a great deal of remorse in people's messages to him.  In a strange way I think that his death has made people reevaluate how we treat each other.  Maybe we are all looking at the man in the mirror. 

Well, I know what I am looking at right now and it is two hours of sleep before I have to get up to catch my flight tomorrow. This last week has been insane with all of the running around. I feel like the mother of a newborn.  I haven't had more than four hours of sleep at a time. I cannot wait to get to Cape Town and get settled.  "I'm too excited to sleep!"

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

My new blog!

I have just created this blog to share my adventures with anyone who is curious about what I am doing this summer.  I am a bit apprehensive about starting a blog because those of you who have traveled through parts of Africa know how reliable the internet is.  But, I think this will help encourage me to 1) write more 2) reflect more and 3) have a more detailed account of my time in South Africa.   I am going into this experience with an open mind and not too many expectations.  I would say no expectations, but that wouldn't be the complete truth.  I am so ready to be back in a communal culture and to do some "deep hanging out" for awhile. And from what I have heard, the crafts will be amazing!  I am bringing an extra duffle bag just in case.  Here are some pics of recycled artwork I found online.  The bowls are made from old telephone wire.