Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Chapter 6: Katherine arrives in Mombasa and finishes telling her Ugandan stories
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Chapter 5: Namubiru and Nasolo go rafting
Wow! Has it really been a month since I have written? Shame, shame. Well, I have some stories to get off my chest before I finish packing for tomorrow’s flight to
Last Monday I set off on what became probably the best short trip I’ve ever taken. I woke up waaay too early (afraid to death I would miss my ride) to catch my 7 am Akamba bus to
The next few days I visited two schools with Gennie and other KACCAD members (including a Peace Corps dude), where I saw the “tippy-taps” they had built for handwashing, the murals they had painted for HIV/AIDS and health awareness, and participated (minimally) in a lecture on first aid. The second school we visited, Gennie and Lori facilitated a handwashing experiment and then answered questions about health, HIV, safe sex, etc. That class gave me the Lugandan name Namubiru, which apparently means “longfish.” Shveet. Gennie already had the name Nasolo, which I think means princess of the lion tribe or something equally awesome.
When I didn’t tag along with Gennie on her school visits, I hung around the KACCAD compound studying my GVI training manual. Funny story: I came to
Halloween was eventful. We ate candy and watched Little Miss Sunshine.
Now, the morning after Halloween, Gennie, the three other volunteers, and I set off early for Jinja, which is the small-ish city at the source of the
OK… I think I’ve scared you enough. I need to stop procrastinating this packing job.
Will finish my Ugandan tales soon. :)
Friday, October 3, 2008
Chapter 4: University Blues (with an endnote on peeLAU)
I made my final decision to live and work at Starehe when Allison (b.t.w. THANK YOU for the blanket, I brought it with me and it’s still so soft) gave her senior project video presentation. At that point in June I still had no concrete idea what I wanted to do with my gap year. Her video made me realize that (obviously!) I should help those I know, those that I met last summer in
I was fairly optimistic in the beginning. I thought these girls could get into any school they wished to apply to. What I didn’t anticipate was that they would all want to go to Harvard,
In the last two days I have emailed over 140 colleges in the States, asking what test requirements they have and what their financial aid situations are for international students. Practically every college can waive the TOEFL requirement because Starehe is an English-speaking school, and can also waive their application fees. However, almost every school does require SAT scores. SAT registration in
I would like to take this moment to thank Ken for lending me his laptop and recommending the Safcom modem. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without the internet, so Thank you very very much, Koko.
As you can tell, my optimism has been dwindling a bit, but there is still hope.
Speaking of Hope, Optimism, and Change… : D … haha… I received my absentee ballot today! I asked Regina, the school secretary, to be my witness as I opened the envelope containing the ballot, filled in the bubble next to Obama/Biden, closed up the ballot in another envelope, signed my name next to Regina’s on that envelope, and put that one into another envelope, which I’ll mail the next time I go into town. YAY for long-distance democracy.
I promised myself I wouldn’t talk about food in this chapter… but I helped Asmahan, Sheillah, and Jane make pilau in my kitchen the other day. I really can’t say I did anything of use besides stirring everything in the sufuria and cutting the carrot extremely poorly, but it was nice having something in a tupperware that I could heat up for lunch the next day, rather than toasting another PBJ. The pilau we made had rice (sort of a requirement for pilau…), beef, carrots, onions, tomatoes, cumin (also essential), cardamoms, cinnamon, cloves, pepper, and salt. YUM for pilau.
The girls make so much fun of me when I say things like ‘chapati’ and ‘pilau’ because I can’t find the correct middle ground. It’s either ‘chuhPAddi’ or ‘CHA-PA-TI!’ It’s ‘puhlowww’ or ‘pee-LAU.’ I’m an embarrassment :)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Chapter 3: The WASP's 3rd Commandment
Walking along the path past the large classroom block on campus, squinting in the sun that shines directly overhead, and I mean directly, being so near the equator, I slow down a bit to really absorb the sight of the Starehe Girls’ Centre in the full light. Everyone has been emailing me and posting on my wall to “soak in” everything, which I took to imply a certain passivity that I don’t think I possess anywhere except when lying on a beach, “soaking” in the sun. I don’t think you can soak in an experience. You have to dive into it and swim around, seeing and learning anything you can get your hands on.
Back to that moment, walking in the sun towards my apartment after a long morning of typing exams and lesson schemes in the administrative block, I found myself looking up and around, despite the bright sunshine, at the incredible trees, branches, and flowers that lace themselves around the school’s plain white and gray buildings. I laid eyes, then, on a large palm plant that I had not noticed before, and the moment was complete.
I think it must be rule written nowhere for all temperate-dwelling whiteys like me that goes something like: “Thou shalt swoon at the sight of a palm tree.” Instantly thou shalt feel like you are in
For one, I sleep like a baby every night. And yes, this may have something to do with the lack of meat in my current diet, but it’s not something I lament. The second perfect thing about this place is the feeling I get watching two pairs of Form Twos (sophomores) twirl around the small, darkening music room, waltzing to a sappy Hayley Westenra song. [Laura, I wish you were here to show them some expert moves :) ] After trying to teach about 10 pairs of Form Ones (freshmen!) the waltz in that same tiny room, I can really appreciate the quality of learning that comes from small class sizes. Third, but certainly not last, I’ve learned how to cook chapattis. Yes. Me, cooking! And let me tell you, I believe you can rightly use the word “cook” only when flour or raw meat is involved. Anything else is baking, boiling, frying, or nuking. Chapattis are made of sugar, salt, oil, water, and FLOUR! I am a cook!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Throwback 1: A day in Prague
This video, starring Natasha, and costarring the backs of Gennie and Laura's heads and three Czech performers, was taken on the first day of the Prague Easter Festival or something like that. None of us spoke the language, so we really had NO idea what was going on beyond the delish food for sale in the stalls in that square.... Sausages, trdlos, corn on the cob, CREPES, coffee, chocolate bananas and strawberries :)
Portfolio 2: "My heart's all over the world tonight"
My living room the first day I arrived at the Starehe Girls' School. I'm on the third floor of Dorm C, one of the newly-built boarding houses at the school.Putting my mosquito net to some early, but as Jane says, unnecessary, use. Whatevs... I'm a princess with a forest green canopy bed now :) What you can't see is the Obama poster propped up above my curtain ledge.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Chapter 2: A few things done... Many left to do...
Yesterday Jane sang me part of the opera duet she performed with her boyfriend for a Kenyan music festival and competition. She was so incredible without even warming up that I agreed then and there to use my computer to get her as much information on US universities with voice programs as possible. Rhodah wants to go to Harvard for Pre-law and Sally wants to study Public Relations. I want to help them apply, but I don't know the best way to do it...