Sunday, April 09, 2006
back from camp
"Thorns and snares are in the way of the perverse;
He who guards himself will be far from them.
Train up a child in the way he should go,
Even when he is old he will not depart from it."
"Write it down and remember that we never gave in
The mind of a child is where the revolution begins
So if the solution has never been to look in yourself
How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?"
-"Caught in a Hustle" by Immortal Technique
Spring break officially started for me on Friday afternoon, but I didn't head off straight to the airport like hordes of other free'd students and teachers. Instead, I lept right into it by helping out at my church's annual youth retreat (the same one I wrote about on April 10th last year). It started on Friday and ended today.
It's unfortunate, but I think a lot people view working with children / young people as a chore rather than the great privilege it really is (I'm talking about both Christians and non-Christians). They lack the vision to understand how important it is that children are raised up by communities alongside their parents, because most likely, they'll become either one of two kinds of people:
This blog probably contains more than my fair share of complaining of things that I see wrong in this world - racism, poverty, materialism, selfishness, etc. - but I'd like to think I'm convicted enough by my faith and my conscience to do something about it, even if only what I can do is a small act in a greater scheme of things. I know that sounds somewhat vague and very high-minded, but I don't want to live a meanless life, a life that never made a difference. And what bigger difference can their possibly be than helping to change someone else's life?
I think people would be surprised that kids these days (growing up in the environment that exists now) are capable of a very deep understanding of things. They need only the motivation, a little guidance, and the ears of someone who will hear truly them out to achieve that understanding. They need someone who can (and will) ask the right questions to push their thinking, and as insufficient as I am, God fortunately is more than merciful enough to give me the ability to connect with them.
^A pic of the high school students, myself (in the black Kangol with a lollipop stick hanging outta my mouth, haha), and a couple of the counselors. Yes, I know my kids are taller than me. They kept growing from last year. (or did I shrink? hrmmm.)
I'll blog a bigger update + photos later.
since i'm leaving a in few months, i have been wondering what kind of impact i've had here... and i'm realizing it depends on the student. but i can totally relate to having students be taller than me -- today was the opening ceremony of the new school year, and as i stood behind the 3rd years (9th grade) during the ceremony, i realized that everyone was a good few inches taller than me, especially the guys. it's weird cuz when i met them, i was still taller than most of them!!! i really wish i could see what kind of adults they'll grow up to be... and it makes me wonder if any of my past teachers ever thought of that with me?
Angela>Post a Comment
I'm sure you've made your mark! I mean, how often is it that the students get to meet, a walking, talking Taiwanese American girl who speaks English, Chinese, and Japanese?
Just by knowing you, you've expanded their world, even if they don't say so. =)