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June 25, 2007

Journal Entry - Chelsie

June 25, 2007
Chelsie Moore

So we are home. Not only have I already eaten the beloved velveeta and hot dogs, but I also just slept in a bed with no bug net and no constantly growing valley in the center of the mattress, I am about to take a shower with hot, dirt-free water that flows strongly from a shower head mounted on the wall, and later on today, after visiting most of my family, I will cook myself a steak and corn (notice…no rice or mystery crunchies there). Although I am excited to be home for many different reasons, I am definitely feeling sad to be finished with our trip and mostly to be away from the group. We spent a long time planning and creating expectations; some of which were interrupted or changed, but we adapted better and better with each “surprise,” not to be confused with a “disaster.”

I went on this trip expecting to learn a lot. Mostly my expectations were in learning about a culture very different from my own and then in learning about myself. I did learn about the culture of the people we lived with in Tanzania; however, I learned that a lot of their culture parallels our own yet is still obviously very different. I am not sure if I took full advantage of the opportunity for cultural exchange, but I was most certainly overwhelmed, if not with the seemingly “slow motion” rate of flow in every day life in Pommern, then definitely by the language barrier and shocked and yelling faces staring as mzungus walked by. Even still, I learned, probably mostly about myself. Before this trip, I was hardly nervous about jumping into a community of people with limited communication and very different ways of life. I was mostly nervous about traveling with a huge group and constantly being with almost twenty other people for more than three weeks. Let me just say, it was not easy, for any of us. Now, however, I can say that I would go any where with most of the people in our group and do pretty much anything for them as we came a long way together, learning with each step and “surprise.” I’ve learned that I can put up with things, but once I get hungry or hot, watch out because you will probably hear about it. After a snack to revive blood sugar levels, it is important to realize that I may have over reacted and make amends with the person who was on the receiving end of my flare-up. I have learned that if I am having a rough day, I can always find someone who is having a worse day, and putting my problems aside to help them feel better is more effective than moping. I have learned that patience is indeed a very important aspect of working in a group of peers, also in a culturally new and diverse experience, and in life in general. I have learned what sort of communication within the group is effective and what is definitely not. I have learned that, although eating rice and potato eggs everyday for three weeks is not the most appealing thing, it can be done (thank you, immodium and pepto).

So, with all of the “surprises” we faced along the way and with all of the “short” speeches we endured, I may have taken more out of this trip that I anticipated and in a very different way. When I look back on this trip and wear my Maasai earrings and my $7 custom made skirt, I will remember the fun I had with my friends acquiring these souvenirs and the way we overcame the differences and new experiences we faced as a group and as individuals. We will forever have reminders of this trip, the things we learned, and the friendships we made, and hopefully, as Rob says, they will last a lifetime because I just know the next time I lose my luggage, am within half an hour of the destination and find out my room has been double booked, question a doctor’s treatment of a baby boy who clearly has meningitis, or wait two hours for a half of a cheeseburger, I am going to be looking around for the people on this trip to do it with me again. Of course, the next time I sing “Build Me Up Buttercup,” sit at a waterfall for hours even though I am not allowed to touch the water for fear of parasites, or haggle with (aka yell at) street vendors, I will be looking for the group too. Whether they are really there or not, I know I will handle things with more ease just in memory of what we went through together, because in the end we are all stronger, and we have all learned.

So, thanks to our leaders and my fellow team members for bringing yourselves on this trip. You may have made a difference to people in Pommern, but I think it is safe to say that you have somehow made a difference in each and every member of our team. I am forever grateful for out time spent together, the memories we made, and the friendships we created.

Asante sana wote. Nina kupenda.

June 21, 2007

Sights and Sounds of Tanzania

                 
Our last days of service in Pommern for 2007.
By Jay Ericson                
          

Journal Entry - Rob

Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Rob

"Be prepared for an experience that will last a lifetime"

I have read these words for more than 15 years countless times. They come from a sign at the entrance of a camp that has been a very important part of my life. These words have been ingrained in my head and exemplify how I live.

When I am asked to describe my experience in Pommern I will use this phrase: It has been an experience that will last a lifetime. The next question is obvious — why? “Why” is a little harder to answer.

Everyone here knows I have openly complained about this trip. I have complained about team members, the town, food, and especially writing in this journal. Secretly though I have been touched by this trip. Working in the clinic has given me a chance to see healthcare in a form I would never see in the US. Being a spectacle to kids because I am white is something that would never happen in Vermont. The greatest thing though is hanging with people I would never chill with at school. This is what causes the most distress, and my sometimes outward personality. For most people this is a summer trip between school years. Come August they will be back in the rustic mountains of Vermont enjoying the college life at Norwich. For me and other it's our last Hoorah — our last college experience before taking on the world. Come August I will be serving my country in the Army. No more college for more or at least for some time. Knowing how life leads us all on different paths, I wonder if mine will ever intersect again with one of my team members. My biggest fear is leaving Boston and never seeing anyone on this trip again.

Then I realize I probably won't ever see any of these people in Pommern again either. Regardless of how good my intention is for that not to happen.

When I leave Pommern tomorrow I will look back knowing I have left a small fingerprint on this community. What Pommern won't realize is the big one it has left on me.

-Rob

Journal Entry - Bianca

Tuesday, June 19, 2007
This morning Stacey and I went to the computer lab to finish typing the forms up on the school computer. We still have two forms to complete, but we decided it was a good idea to just start the filing project, and have Mr. Dunkin finish it so he has a good feel of how we wanted the filing to go. We got a few folders that we can also begin to write names on and further begin the filing process. Tomorrow Stacey, Kim and I are going to try to organize Mr. Dunkins office, and hand over the completed filing. When we finally finished the filing, and planed out what we are doing tomorrow, we returned to the mission house and then headed out to the waterfall. On the way back Rob ran into us looking for Evan, and he was on his way to see a circumcision at the clinic. I ended up going with Rob and it was a great experience. Evan joined us half way through, and it was very successful. Tomorrow is our last day, and Stacey, Kim and I still have a lot of filing to do, and we are ending the day with a celebration. Tomorrow will be a full day, and a perfect last day, hopefully.

-Bianca

Journal Entry - Kim

Monday, June 18, 2007
Kim Sorber

Today can be summed up with the words chaotic peacefulness. The morning was early, as the team prepared to say goodbye to Kate. It was sad to see her go but she had a new chapter to begin in her life with the Navy, whereas the remainder of the team continued here with our service.

After breakfast many people, I believe six all together, ventured off on their home visits with other members of the community. Then, Chelsie and I went to the clinic with the intention of cutting labels to place on the hundreds of pill bottles that our group donated earlier in the trip. Much to our disbelief, within ten minutes of this label-cutting session, the cashier came in and said the doctor needed us. When we arrived at the front of the building there were about fifty mothers carrying screaming babies. A baby clinic — Chelsie and I questioned ourselves wondering why we didn’t know about it. Baby after baby we hung on a hook by their jumper suit, we weighed them, recorded the weight and tried not to have a heart attack when the little ones would swing and tilt out of their suits. Needless to say, this was the crazy part of the day.

After lunch I decided to attend a journalism workshop that Jay, our photographer, was holding in the reading room. The discussion was great and the turnout of students was terrific. Afterwards I took a 1920s typewriter and laptop to the headmaster's office to explain that the reason they were not working was that the typewriter needed batteries and the laptop needed a power cord because the battery was dead. Afterwards went off to find the rest of the group.

Once back at the mission house, a group of the volunteers decided to go out to the waterfall, a place few know of, and one was almost always guaranteed silence. Maybe that’s because you can't play an annoying card game called spit where you slam the table repeatedly and keep everyone up at night or, maybe it's just because we all need some downtime to enjoy ourselves in Africa.

-Kim