Snowy Detroit

Hello all,

It’s Tuesday afternoon and I’ve just done all of the dishes in the house. There was a house meeting last night after dinner and we talked a little bit about projects the two houses might need help with. I might be installing a new bathroom and tiling the whole thing along with various other projects that need some attention.

One of the members took me out for breakfast yesterday at a cafe that buys their produce in the spring and we ate a nice breakfast. I did a lot of shoveling around the house. I also went for a walk around the city. Nothing was

shoved or plowed which made getting around a little sketchy with cars sliding around all over the place.

Peace,

Henry

Day 1

Hello! I’m currently on the train headed towards my second real day at Broad Street Ministry.

Day 1 consisted of a tour, given by Andy, a bunch of jobs from Liam (such as emailing organizations, compiling lists, picking pictures for a poster, etc), and setting up for and attending a fantastic performance by the Native American dance troupe Red Crooked Sky. I’m attempting not to write as much of a novel as I did for my introduction, so here’s the good stuff:

Andy introduced the concept of theological good and evil to me yesterday morning in the bottom room of the church by bluntly saying that he sees it in a different light. He spoke about how the world, to him, is not based in good and evil, but beauty and brokenness. The bottom room of the church is a large room, falling apart in many ways but engaged in the arts and made beautiful by the tiled mosaics decorating the six pillars. On one side, there is the image of a person engaging in dance, song, or another art, and birds flying around them. On the other, there are columns and words put into the mosaic, embodying the main pillars of BSM’s mission: compassion, candor, humility, imagination, risk, etc. This broken room holds so much beauty, through the art on the walls and the people who are inside.

Anyway, that idea really stuck with me throughout the day. It came full circle when, during one of Red Crooked Sky’s dances, the idea was introduced that one of the dances symbolized the space between good and evil when the two eagle feathers on each man’s head touched as they danced around each other in a traditional warrior dance. I considered good and evil, and beauty and brokenness, and I immediately was struck with the thought that through the broken nature of Native American culture, the hardship that exists on reservations and the way that the US has stripped them of so many rights, these men are sharing with us, teaching to us, the beauty that exists within their culture, and through their brokenness shines even more brightly.

So what does this mean? For social justice, for the role of religion within social services and political landscapes? It’s a hard topic to explicate, especially because within my own social situation, an agnostic white girl from a wealthy background, I might seem as if I don’t know broken. But brokenness does not exist only in economic situations. Emotionally broken, mentally broken, spiritually broken, the list goes on. And I can relate to those, and I think that each of those problems speaks to social justice just as much as economic brokenness does.

In the worship service on Sunday, Erica spoke about “loving your enemy.” She stressed the fact that this part of the scripture does not mean that to be a good Christian, you must love those who abuse you or accept abuse as just. Don’t allow yourself abuse, but attempt to be empathetic to your abuser and do not engage in abuse towards others. It’s the idea that within brokenness, within a broken relationship, your own broken mind, or the whole broken world, there is a way to see real beauty within the chaos, and to live within that beauty instead of engaging in the destruction. It is a moral approach to social justice.

I don’t know yet what effect a moral approach has on social justice. You might say, what does it matter that these Native American men are here to share the beauty of their culture with us? Does it change the fact that on reservations, problems run rampant? The lack of education and health care, poverty, obesity, sexism within politics, gambling. I think it’s important to remember that this concept isn’t a proposed plan of action. Being able to see beauty within brokenness is reminiscent of Liberation Theology’s theme of hope, which is not so much a vehicle of social change as it is a motivator to change people’s mentality towards social issues.

-Caylin

wait, we are still in America?

That’s right, we are still stuck in Philly! Yesterday morning, I got a call from Emily saying that the Thailand group is meeting at school at 7:00PM instead of 3:00AM the next day. I thought we were leaving earlier than planned because what good does it do when students leave school at 7:00PM when their flight is taking off at 6:00AM the next morning?

Unfortunately, we had to work with the Philly weather and our flight was cancelled, so we got 2 rooms at the Marriott hotel. I know this is illegal, but we had no choice, so it was 2 teachers in one room for sleeping and the other one room was the party room (with ten students)!

Anyway, at least we got to bond and have fun with friends. Some people showed signs of frustration because they would rather spend the night at home, but everything worked out eventually. End of story.

But, I don’t think so. I am sitting at the airport right now, and the clock is ticking 8:51AM. It was a rough morning for some of us. The ticketing took forever for me and Paul, because the machine did not read Paul’s passport. We have a 9:00AM flight, but it is delayed… because the prior plane did not take off for our plane to be at the gate. Could anything else go wrong? I don’t think so. Our originally planned 33-hour trip to Bangkok is extended by 12 hours… So, it will take us 45 hours to get to Bangkok! YAY.

This will be the longest travel for everyone on the trip, and Emily is reading her Bangkok traveling book right now. Ade is reading his Nook, and Wei-Hao is reading Marie Claire. I will keep you guys updated! Bye!

Lynn, still in Philly

February 22, 2011

P.S. Fresh update, our flight is delayed by 45 minutes! I think the Thailand group will have plenty of bonding time now!

Just Ignore The Girls

“To the window, to the wall, sweat drips…” This inappropriate song blasts through the van as I wonder what differences these 19-year-old boys have compared to the 15-year-old boys on Westtown’s golf team. None. The loud jokes and rude remarks circle through the van as if a tornado was coming through. I want to join in and tell them to shut up, but I cannot. I don’t know anyone. I’m being ignored and no one wants to know who I am, where I’m from, or what I’m doing at the Academy. All I think of is how nervous I’m going to be once we get out of the van. Ahhh.

We approach the putting green as we watch three master pros teach us the proper technique of putting. “Now guys, you can’t always be worried about the exact technique. It’s about feeling. It’s about your ability to feel what’s comfortable and what’s not. Don’t get so caught up in the perfect put. If you keep thinking the ball has to go in, it will not. If you keep telling yourself to get it close so your next putt can be accurate, it’s going to go in.” I like this guy already. This makes sense. I’m beginning to feel better about this all. I think I can really learn something,

“Okay, I have a drill for you all” the next coach says. He proceeds to make a medium-sized box around a hole with white string. Hitting 25 feet away, the player to make it in the box is the winner. Or let’s say, the people who don’t make it in the box start to lose their ego. One by one each of the 12 boys hit. Nicole, a junior from Canada, and I, are never called. Just ignore the girls, like usual, I say to myself, worried I had said it out loud. “Casey, looks like you’re up” Lyndon, another coach says. Yikes. No one has made it in the box so far, so there’s no way I can. Why try? If they cannot get it in that small box and have been at this academy since August, there’s no reason to try. I try to shake off my nerves and step up to a ball lying on the green. Here we go. It seems like all 15 of them are staring.

“Looks like it takes a girl to get the work done around here” says Lyndon. I look up. My ball is just off the box about 2 inches. I’m closest to the hole. I try not to smile. It’s either a fluke or I’m getting a bit better. One boy, with small glasses and filled with freckles, stares at me. “Great putt” he murmurs. Those two words may have just saved me.

Airplane!

Alright here I was getting ready to leave and guess what the forecast is in Philly? That’s right snow… and unfortunately for us Philly airport is famous for delays. So what does Philly decide to do…they cancel our flight. At least it’s not a delay…lol. Now we are leaving Philly at 9:00 am instead of 6:00 am. So check this out…we left from Westtown at 7:00pm today because of the snow, and we were lucky enough to book two rooms at the Marriott. Now I am waiting until the morning when we will head into the airport and hope that we leave for Detroit at 9:00 am. I’m looking out the window right now at 11:00 pm and it is snowing hard… not the best news for a on-time flight. Right now I’m playing cards with the guys and we are just kinda chillin’. Conan is on the TV, but I don’t really like him, I am more of a Jimmy Kimmel guy, and Natalie is taking her last real american shower. From Philly we head up to good old Detroit, home of the automobile industry, where as of now it’s snowing! Then, if all goes as planned, we will be heading to Tokyo, and finally a quick five and half hour trip to Bangkok. I think with all of these hours I’ll get a delta gold member card… for free. Overall  I am really excited and at least I am spending all of these hours with my friends. Plus I was able to get ‘Back to the Future’ on my iPod, so basically I am set. I’ll try to keep updating this on the trip, however I am not sure how often I will be able to get internet. Talk to you soon!

John-Michael

When In Doubt…

Hi Friends,
This is Emmanuel; once again as a member of the class of 2011, I feel grateful for all the support from the Faculty and Staff, parents and friends for doing amazing things for us. I feel blessed and eager to be a part of the cause in making this world a better place to live while learning something from everyone around us. Everyday is a learning opportunity so as I am doing this senior project with Carl and the Westtown Tech office, I hope that each and every one of us will be able to capitalize and complete their goals in the time period that we have. When in doubt, ask someone else with greater knowledge and understanding. Dont forget to breathe, be studious and keep moving. Now, here is the puzzle of the day…
Who would have thought four years ago that I would be learning all kinds of Computer programming languages? I arrived on the Westtown School campus  from Ghana in September 2007, and for my Senior Project, I hope to accomplish a task which implements an online version of the Brown and White newspapers. I am grateful to Carol Metzker, who sat down with me while in Ghana and taught me how to use a mouse and a keyboard to write my word documents.
Guess what? The first laptop computer that became my own was a gift from Teacher Mike Duffey. Now, that computer had ubuntu, a Linux platform, which is amazing if you are a gamer or someone who likes jamming. During freshmen year, my roommate Will’s laptop was what the French would describe as, “a la mode”  in fashion; he was using a MacBook and I believe he still is. Will gave me permission to explore some of the hottest programs like iMovie and GarageBand on his laptop and that got me thinking about getting a Mac for myself. Wow, I could tell the difference in efficiency,  processing and user-friendliness. In stone house, I would save files on a flash drive and connect it to a port on one of the Dell desktop computers in the lounge and print my papers. I learned a lot quickly about computers during that year and I wanted to know more so I applied to become a computer proctor for the beginning of my sophomore year.

Lundi:
February 21, 2011.
For the first time today, I had my eyes gazing at the splendor of communicating in machine language through directories and commands. My attention was caught, peeking through a new window that I have always ignored. Inside an application folder you may find the terminal program or “just right click on the desktop,” Carl suggests; there, open Terminal.
Whenever that window is open, it is blank like a new sheet of paper; it is a whole new world and today I took the courage to walk onto the Linux platform. I am not kidding. This important visit is for my conditioning, which is necessary if I really want the advantage as I will be walking on the sidewalks with another window and an interface to bridge communications. I am wired.
Yeah, so this week I have learning and getting things under control to do in the Terminal. Wow! The big wind was storming in my head. I realized today that this platform is nothing like Java. Gradually, I have learned a few commands and codes to get access to some data. After thorough reading, the compiler or maybe the run time module responds to my requests like a tour guide for the cool kid on the block. Here goes one of my inputs mkdir (make directory) Senior, and a new folder is created within the space that belongs to a user. “Very cool,” I say to Carl. Really, this is superb.

First Day

Ghana is an amazing juxtaposition of bright colors and bare wood. We arrived in Ghana at around 8:00AM (3:00AM for those of you in the US), and most of us are operating on minimal sleep. But the energy here has a way of waking you up. We drove from Accra to Mankessim, where we will be staying for the duration of the trip. After dropping our gear off, we drove to Heritage, where we were welcomed by the cheers and waves of the kindergarden students. We took  a quick tour through the school and “mini main hall,” which had just been completed at the end of this past summer. There was a vibrancy to the school that one could both feel and see. Several of the younger students approached us and shyly let us take pictures with them.

More to come…

Daniel

Ghana Day 1!

Hello Everyone!

It’s our first day here in Ghana and I just wanted to let everyone know that we all made it safe and sound. The 10 hour plane ride was certainly worth it! We visited the school today, and none of us can wait to start teaching there tomorrow. The kids are amazing and so excited to see us, and we’re probably even more overwhelmed by them. Everyone’s really tired still, but there’s definitely a lot of energy and I can tell already that it’s going to be an amazing trip. Sorry this post is so short, but I’ll be sure to add another one soon.

Talk to you later,

Kevin

Dolor De Todo El Cuerpo

We had a little snafu with Alex’s posts, but we wouldn’t want you to miss them while we work it out.  Check out  http://alexesinhonduras.wordpress.com/.

Just a bit longer…

Clothes: check.

Toothbrush: check.

Teaching supplies: check.

Books to read: check.

Malaria Medicine: check.

And you get the point. All that must be done now is go to sleep and contain the excitement for tomorrow. I am imagining the 90 degree weather and the wave of heat that will hit us when we step out of the airport in Accra. I am imaging the complete lack of snow. I am imagining the lack of hamburgers and french fries and pizza. What a scary thought…

My biggest worry at the moment is whether my camera batteries will last. I hear the electricity is spotty, and so my battery charger might get fried. Its a small sacrifice though. I’d rather have pictures later than a battery charger.

I can almost see Ghana. And just think: it only takes a day of traveling to get there.

See you in Ghana.