Volunteering

  • My eyes pop open as the cooing of roosters awakens my slumber. I roll over on my paper-thin mattress, careful not to hit my head on the bunk above me. Stepping onto the filthy cement floor, I look around to see the other fourteen women in my room. It is hot, sticky, and crowded, but I could not be...

  • Several years ago, I went on a mission’s trip to the Philippines. I witnessed true poverty. Malnutrition and dehydration was an everyday occurrence for the poor.  A small bag of rice and chicken served once a week by a local church was the biggest meal of the week.  Many children couldn’t attend...

  • Dancing with children on the dirty streets with the rain pouring over our heads, playing soccer on the dusty roads, and eating the most delicious food. This doesn’t exactly describe the stereotypical, grueling, hard work-no-fun volunteer mission’s trip. While yes, many mission’s trips are hard work...

  • As a human being, I am often guilty of becoming far too comfortable with my circumstances in life. I become comfortable with the house that I live in, the clothes that I wear, and even necessities such as the food that I eat. Unfortunately, this comfort has the dangerous potential to lead to an...

  • I sleepily opened my eyes to daylight, heard locusts whining, and sat up with my sheets sticking to me. It was 5:00 in the morning, and I was in Zhong-li, Taiwan. My thoughts spun. Was I really here, half-way across the world from my home in a Chinese speaking country with no Chinese skills of my...

  • I could tell you all about the Pythagorean Theorem. I could go on and on about the difference between illusion and allusion in Shakespearean literature. I could sit and chat for hours about the Cold War, and if you ask me if a rock is igneous or sedimentary, I’ll let you know. SEMI-FINALIST 2015...

  • When I first walked out of the airport in Kolkata, I felt like I had hit a wall. It had been hot in the airport, but in June in the heart of India it was impossibly humid outside. Before that day, I didn’t know that there could be so much moisture without rain. My clothes clung to me and my t-shirt...

  • When you’re a fifteen year old girl living in the U.S, you think you know how to deal with change like a chameleon knows how to deal with color. Running fashion trends and the latest Twitter update, American culture appears to be a never ending cycle of change.  Yet in retrospect, is what we...

  • It’s pretty common for there to be tension, misunderstanding, and a degree of disconnection between second-generation Americans and their parents. Refugees, in particular, leave their motherland with nothing and must constantly be working in order to afford basic living necessities for themselves...

  •         Uganda is troubled with Malaria, a disease not commonly found in America. Despite the risk of entering a malaria zone, I traveled there for three weeks this summer. I was joined by 23 other high school students for a unique experience vastly different from everyday life in America.       ...

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