Month: January 2023

Andrea Diaz
Ethical Culture Fieldston School
Prep for Prep
Clifton, New Jersey

I used to believe the only place I could truly be seen was on stage under a spotlight, facing a crowd, with every eye fixed on me. Since I was a kid, dance was my language. I would dream of performing in front of thousands, every movement choreographed, rehearsed, and perfected. On stage, everything mattered: the angles, the energy, the emotion. The stage became my sanctuary, the one place where I felt free, expressive, and understood.

So when I quit dancing, I thought I lost all of that. I believed I had walked away from the only space where I could ever matter. Without a stage, who am I?

Coming into the SDXCO Massachusetts program this summer, I didn’t expect much. Still, I counted down the days, rewatched highlight reels, refreshed the website, and imagined waking up in my dorm, heading to class with a notebook and a sense of purpose. That simple, structured routine was all I thought I needed to leave the program satisfied. I was ready to quietly blend in and get what I came for.

But what I didn’t predict were the moments in between.

I didn’t expect the laughter that left me breathless, or the warmth of being seen by people who didn’t know me but somehow understood me. I didn’t expect the SLAs who looked beyond my surface, or the friends who made space for my weirdness without question. And I definitely didn’t expect to feel so at home in a place I’d never been before.

Still, one moment stands out not because it was big or dramatic, but because it was so small, so quiet, and yet it changed something in me.

At home, I’ve always been told I’m too loud, too talkative. English isn’t my first language, and I often mispronounce things. People love to correct me, sometimes kindly, sometimes not. I laugh it off, but the sting always lingers.

One evening after class, I was drained. My self-confidence had taken a hit for no particular reason. I walked down to dinner in my Hello Kitty pajamas, ready to eat quickly and disappear. But I ran into a classmate, and we ended up talking. I wasn’t in the mood, but I stayed. We chatted, we laughed, and just before parting ways, they turned to me and said:

“Thank you for always being happy. I love your smile. I really appreciate it.”

Just like that. No stage. No spotlight. No performance.

And just like that, the joy I thought I’d left on stage found its way back to me.

No one had ever told me that before, not about my smile, or the way I carry joy, or the sound of my voice. That small comment cracked something open. It healed a part of me I didn’t know was still hurting something buried beneath years of silence and self-doubt.

I had no idea how much I wanted to hear that.

Maybe it was just a passing comment to them. But to me, it meant a lot more. It was proof that I didn’t need to be on stage or in front of an audience to matter. Maybe I had never needed those things to begin with.

This summer reminded me that being seen isn’t always about being center stage. Sometimes, it’s a late-night laugh in the dorms. Sometimes, it’s the quiet trust of your roommate who accepts your tangled thoughts and messy bed. Sometimes, it’s the courage to speak up, even when your voice shakes.

I came to SDXCO for a few college credits.

I left with something far greater: the realization that I don’t have to earn belonging through perfection.

I belong just as I am.

Isabelle Harry
The Field School / A Better Chance
Washington DC

Beyond Borders: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Connection on the Baja Peninsula

From the moment I was born, my twin sister has been my constant companion. Through every school, every move, and every transition, she has been my unwavering support. As I stood alone at the gate, ready to board my flight to San Diego International Airport, I felt a profound sense of separation. The idea of venturing so far from her side for the first time was both exhilarating and daunting. This opportunity with the Student Diplomacy Corps represented more than just a trip—it was a chance to discover my own identity apart from the close bond we’ve always shared. The anticipation of flying independently was a mix of excitement and apprehension. The thought of navigating a new city and engaging with unfamiliar faces on my own stirred a blend of emotions. It was a pivotal moment, a step toward personal growth that came with its own set of uncertainties. As I boarded the plane, I felt a heightened awareness of the weight of this journey and the significance it held in my quest for self-discovery. Upon landing in San Diego, the city greeted me with a mix of excitement and overwhelming newness. The airport, a bustling hive of activity, seemed to mirror the jumble of emotions I was experiencing. The initial pang of loneliness was palpable; for the first time, I was truly on my own. The familiar comfort of my twin’s presence was absent, and I had to navigate the unfamiliar terrain of an independent adventure.

Making my way to baggage claim felt like stepping into a new world. The crowd was a blur of faces, and I was uncertain about who to look for or where to go. The sense of isolation was real, but it was also a moment of personal challenge and growth. Then, amidst the sea of travelers, Sydney appeared. With her large duffel bag in hand, she looked just as lost as I felt. I assumed she was part of the same program, and our shared uncertainty quickly sparked a connection. Waiting together, Sydney andI struck up a conversation that became a lifeline amidst the unfamiliarity. Our mutual apprehension turned into a shared experience, and as we talked, the initial loneliness began to fade. When the rest of the group arrived, the feeling of being part of something bigger than myself began to settle in. Meeting new people and starting to build relationships provided a sense of belonging that was both reassuring and exciting.

When I first encountered everyone, I was immediately struck by the incredible diversity within our small group of nine. They were from all over the world, whether it was just an hour’s flight away from me in New York or a ten-hour journey from Spain. Each person brought their own unique background, perspectives, and personalities to the table.

Our group leaders, Victor, Breeze, and Ashley, were a huge part of what made our journey so special. Victor was always at the forefront of our adventures, encouraging us to step out of our comfort zones and try new things. He had a way of pushing us just enough, like the time he got us to try cow brains—an experience that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Victor’s constant drive to explore the unknown taught me that real growth happens when you’re willing to take on challenges, even if they seem a bit scary at first. Breeze, who everyone fondly called “Tarzan,” was the ultimate adventurer. He brought so much energy and excitement to our group, whether we were swimming in the ocean or hiking through tough landscapes like San Lino. Breeze had this knack for making every moment feel like part of a grand adventure with his fun facts and interesting perspective, but he also knew how to be a comforting presence when things got tough. He showed us that it’s possible to embrace the wild side of life while still feeling safe and supported. Ashley, on the other hand, brought a different vibe to the group. With her sharp wit and infectious humor, she could make any situation lighter and more enjoyable. Ashley was so easy to talk to, which made it comfortable for everyone to open up and share their thoughts. Her jokes weren’t just about getting laughs—they really helped us bond and connect on a deeper level. Ashley’s down-to-earth nature and genuine interest in everyone made her a key part of turning our group of strangers into a close-knit community.

My initial feelings of nervousness quickly gave way to a deep sense of connection as I began to appreciate just how remarkable this group of people was. The bonds we formed were strong and genuine, and even though our daily interactions have become less frequent, those nine individuals have carved out an irreplaceable space in my heart. The memories and friendships we built together are truly special and will remain cherished for years to come.

As our group traveled from San Diego to Mexico, I felt a mix of anticipation and excitement. Leaving behind the familiar sights and sounds of the DMV area, with its fast-paced rhythm and urban environment, I was eager to immerse myself in the vibrant contrasts that awaited us in Mexico. The transition was striking—from the organized grid of neighborhoods and modern landmarks of Washington, DC, to the dynamic streets of Mexico, alive with a burst of colors, sounds, and smells that were both exhilarating and unfamiliar. The slower, more rhythmic pace of life in Mexico, combined with the warmth and hospitality of the people, offered a unique perspective that was both challenging and inspiring. As we journeyed further into the Baja Peninsula, the dramatic landscapes, pristine beaches, and vibrant marine life provided the perfect backdrop for our expedition.

Our time in Kino, a small coastal town where we stayed at Prescott College’s Kino Bay Center, was one of the most memorable parts of our trip. The center plays a crucial role in sea turtle conservation. For just one day, our group participated in a project that involved tagging and measuring sea turtles, a critical part of monitoring these endangered species. Early in the morning, we headed to the beach, where marine biologists briefed us on the tagging process. As I carefully handled the turtles, I felt a deep connection to the natural world and a sense of responsibility to protect it. This hands-on involvement in conservation efforts not only solidified my interest in marine biology but also highlighted the importance of research and data collection in preserving endangered species.

While the turtles were a highlight, the rest of our time in Kino was equally enriching. We spent several days immersed in marine biology, with a mix of lectures, fieldwork, and hands-on activities. One of the most thrilling aspects of this was scuba diving, which allowed us to explore the underwater world firsthand. Diving into the crystal-clear waters of the Baja Peninsula was like entering a new world. The vibrant coral reefs were teeming with life—schools of neon-colored fish darted between corals, while larger creatures like sharks and rays glided gracefully in the distance. Through these dives, we were able to observe the intricate relationships between species and the delicate balance of marine ecosystems.

In addition to diving, we visited several islands, each with its own unique ecosystem. These excursions provided further insight into the diversity of marine life in the region and the importance of preserving these habitats. Whether it was studying the behavior of marine mammals or exploring tide pools teeming with life, each activity deepened my understanding of marine biology and fueled my passion for the subject.

Beyond the scientific aspects of our trip, the cultural immersion we experienced was equally impactful. Traveling through the Baja Peninsula, we engaged with local communities, learning about their traditions, customs, and ways of life. The people of the region have a deep connection to the land and sea, and their knowledge and practices have been passed down through generations. Our journey also included visits to historical sites and natural landmarks, such as a cardon forest in Sanora with the biggest cactuses I’ve ever seen. These experiences further enriched our understanding of Mexico’s history and the deep cultural ties that bind the people to the land.

Our time in Kino also taught me some unexpected lessons, particularly about the value of water. Unlike at home, where clean, running water is something I rarely think twice about, Kino had a limited supply, and that scarcity was a daily reality for the local community. We had to be extremely careful with every drop, whether it was rationing water for drinking, using it sparingly for washing, or simply being mindful of how much we used for basic tasks. This was a stark contrast to my usual habits, where I might leave the tap running without a second thought. Living in a place where water was so precious really opened my eyes to how much we often take this resource for granted. It wasn’t just about cutting back; it was about understanding that in some parts of the world, people live with this kind of scarcity every day. The experience made me more aware of my own water usage and the impact it has on the environment. I found myself thinking more critically about how much water I actually need versus how much I typically use out of convenience. This shift in perspective was profound, making me realize that conservation isn’t just an abstract concept—it’s a necessity for many people, and it should be treated with the seriousness it deserves.

I left Kino with a much deeper appreciation for water as a vital resource, understanding that it’s not something we should ever take for granted. This experience has stayed with me, influencing how I think about water use in my daily life, from taking shorter showers to turning off the tap while brushing my teeth. It’s a small change but one that I believe can make a significant difference when adopted more broadly. The lessons I learned in Kino continue to remind me of the importance of being mindful of the resources we have and the responsibility we all share in protecting them.

In Loreto, staying with a local family presented a unique set of challenges and rewards. Initially, the fact that none of my host family members spoke English felt intimidating. It was a reminder of how reliant we often are on language for connection. However, this barrier quickly turned into one of the most enriching aspects of my trip.

Communicating through gestures, shared laughter, and the occasional use of a translation app became an adventure in itself. I discovered that the essence of communication extends far beyond spoken words. We navigated our interactions with creativity, often using visual aids or context to bridge the gaps. This process of finding new ways to connect was both humbling and empowering. One of the most touching moments of my stay was when my host dad, with a sincere smile, said in Spanish, “Mi casa es tu casa. Si alguna vez necesitas algo, estamos aquí para ti,” which translates to, “My house is yours. If you ever need anything, we’re here for you.” This simple but heartfelt offer of support was deeply moving. It wasn’t just about providing a place to stay; it was an open invitation to be part of their lives. The sentiment behind his words spoke volumes about their generosity and the genuine care they had for me as a guest.

Despite our limited verbal communication, my host sister and I formed a surprisingly deep bond. We shared stories about our lives, with each of us using our native languages and relying on the help of translation apps when needed. Our conversations might have been a bit fragmented, but the emotional connection we built was profound. We exchanged cultural insights and learned new phrases from each other, turning our differences into points of connection. My host family’s openness extended beyond just words. They included me in family activities, shared their local customs and traditions, and made sure I felt comfortable and at home. This level of hospitality went beyond mere courtesy; it was a true reflection of their warmth and the strong sense of family they fostered. This experience reminded me of the universal nature of kindness and the ways in which love and support can transcend cultural and linguistic differences. The host family’s generosity left a lasting impression on me and added a deeply personal layer to my journey in Mexico. Their warmth made the trip not just memorable but profoundly meaningful, illustrating how genuine human connection can bridge any gap.

This journey has been more than a geographical adventure; it has been a profound personal exploration. From the initial separation from my twin sister to the intimate connections I formed with new friends and a host family, every moment contributed to my growth. The challenges I faced—navigating a new city alone, adapting to a different culture, and understanding the value of precious resources—have all taught me the importance of resilience, adaptability, and empathy. As I look back, I realize this trip has not only broadened my horizons but also deepened my appreciation for the world around me. The friendships, lessons, and experiences I’ve gained will continue to influence my journey ahead, reminding me of the beauty of embracing new challenges and the strength found in human connection. This adventure has underscored that while stepping out of my comfort zone can be disconcerting, it is precisely through these experiences that we grow and discover our truest selves.

Ricky Barnes
University Academy
Kansas City, Missouri

Visiting Japan this Summer has changed my life for the better. I had no idea how much peace I’d get from just beating on what I initially thought were plain old drums. My study abroad program was about spreading peace through Japan with the old practices of Taiko drumming. I also explored many different places in Japan and made endless memories that I will never forget. In this essay, I will explore how my pivotal study abroad experience in Japan, filled with joys and many challenges of learning Taiko and indulging in Japanese culture, enriched my personal growth and further expanded my understanding of international unity.

The first week on Sado Island was intense, I experienced a range of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and homesickness. I tried new foods, slept on a traditional futon, and spent hours in nature, so different from home. We learned Taiko drumming, a powerful music meant to foster peace and healing. We dedicated eight hours over two days to master a song we would perform across Japan. It was challenging, but collaborating with my group strengthened my resilience and teamwork skills, which will support me in school projects. At the end of Sado, we sat in silence to reflect on our time on Sado. I became so emotional that I cried because the island’s beauty and the warmth of its people profoundly moved me. This moment of reflection surrounded by new friends will remain unforgettable. The program emphasized exploring diverse cultures, igniting my curiosity about global lifestyles. We met Japanese schoolchildren and performed Taiko for them. Teaching them American games brought me joy as their smiles lit up the room, bridging our differences. I also learned from an expert about the Ainu people whose culture was nearly lost but preserved through resilience, resonating with my own community’s struggles to be recognized. These experiences affirmed that every culture is unique and deserves appreciation, a passion I plan to carry forward.

The highlight was my host family who embraced me immediately, creating a profound sense of belonging. One evening, I prepared chicken Alfredo for them. Shopping for ingredients in Japan was difficult, but their enthusiasm as they enjoyed every bite made me very happy and proud. We spent evenings discussing our lives, families, and cultural traditions, including my host mother’s fascination with Black hairstyles and how she’s kept hers stylish over the years. Parting at the farewell party was emotional I nearly cried reading my “thank you” letter because their warmth touched me deeply. They showed me kindness is universal, a lesson leaders could apply to foster unity, as my host family did with me. This summer transformed me. I learned to embrace new experiences and discovered kind people exist everywhere. In high school and college, I will apply these lessons to build friendships and tackle challenges such as group assignments. The SDC program and my host family taught me that differences can unite us. I am deeply grateful for Japan and the friendships I formed. I will carry these memories forever, striving to spread kindness wherever I go.

Jose Ramos
Cristo Rey Jesuit School
Houston, Texas

A Life-Changing Journey: Discovering Italy

Traveling to Italy through the SDC Mare Splendente program was a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity that left an indelible impact on my perspective, my appreciation for different cultures,
and my understanding of the world. Being accepted into the program was one of the most
exciting moments of my life. I had never imagined that I would be given the chance to immerse
myself so deeply in the rich culture, art, and history of such a magnificent country. The
experience was nothing short of transformative.

From the moment my SDC group arrived in Italy, I noticed stark contrasts between Italian life
and the life I was used to in the United States. Italy is stunning in every sense of the word—from
its breathtaking landscapes to its elegant architecture and historic monuments. I could not recall
a single unpleasant view; everywhere I turned, there was beauty. This visual richness set the
tone for a month filled with curiosity, gratitude, and awe. I made a conscious effort to maintain a
positive mindset throughout the journey, aware that this was an extraordinary opportunity not
everyone gets to experience.

One of the initial challenges I faced was the language barrier. I didn’t speak Italian, which made
me nervous at first. However, as a native Spanish speaker, I quickly realized that I could
navigate conversations with a little effort. The similarities between Spanish and Italian helped
me communicate with locals, order food, and ask for directions. With focus and attention to
pronunciation, I found myself feeling more confident each day. It was empowering to discover
how language connections can bridge cultural divides and create deeper human connections.

Staying with a host family in Reggio Calabria was one of the most enriching aspects. Through
them, I experienced daily life in southern Italy and saw firsthand the rhythm and traditions that
define the region. Their lifestyle stood in contrast to mine back in the United States. Life in
Reggio Calabria felt more peaceful, more connected to community and nature. There was a
sense of calm and security that struck me deeply—one that I often find missing in American
cities where violence and conflict are more prevalent. If I had the opportunity to speak publicly in
the United States, I would share what I learned about the importance of cleanliness, respect,
and community—values I observed so clearly in Italy.

One of the most powerful moments came when I watched the film Io Capitano, which tells the
harrowing story of a young African migrant who embarks on a dangerous journey to Europe with
his cousin. The film captures the horrors of human trafficking, desert crossings, and separation
from family. What made the experience even more impactful was the chance to meet the real
person behind the story. Hearing his testimony and understanding the resilience it took to
survive such a journey opened my eyes to global struggles and made me appreciate the
privileges and opportunities in my own life. It also made me realize that for many, Europe
represents hope, opportunity, and the chance to build a better future, even though the path is
often difficult and painful.

This summer journey would not have been possible without the support of my mother. Knowing
how much she worries about me, especially with this experience being international travel, I am
incredibly grateful that she allowed me to take part in this month-long program. Her courage and
trust gave me the freedom to grow, to explore, and to create unforgettable memories that I will
carry with me forever. I look forward to sharing these stories with my family and friends, not just
as memories, but as life lessons that will continue to shape who I am.

In the end, Italy gave me much more than beautiful views and delicious food—it gave me
insight, perspective, and a renewed sense of purpose. I came back with a broader
understanding of the world, a deep appreciation for different ways of life, and a strong desire to
advocate for positive change in my own community. This experience was not only educational, it
was transformational, and I will always be grateful for the opportunity to be a part of the SDC
Mare Splendente program.

Iysis DaSilva
School One
Providence, Rhode Island

As a child, my mother softly sang “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” to me. I would gaze up at the dim holes in the sky at night. Despite their faintness, they were beautiful. Growing up in the city, the stars would, both literally and metaphorically, go over my head. Distracted by the bright signs and lights connected to the ground, I never looked up. Who needed stars when you had beautiful city lights?

I loved the city. I had grown up in it, and it offered so many opportunities to do things and meet people. However, I occasionally dipped my toes into nature. I had gone on a couple of hikes and enjoyed being in the forest. Therefore, when I was nominated for SDC, I wanted to challenge myself. I signed up for one of the most remote trips SDC offered: Canada – How to Get to Haida Gwaii.

I had to leave the comfort of my small town, in the smallest state, to fly across the continent to British Columbia. I was terrified. However, I knew I needed this experience and opportunity. I was pushing myself out of my small town and meeting people I had never even passed in my life. This would prepare me for what my life after high school would look like.

In the first week, I was introduced to the people I would spend the next month with. We did icebreakers and tried to get to know each other. Our group bonded unusually quickly, becoming good friends within the first week. The following week, we faced a challenge: going to the remote island, Spring Island in Kyuquot Sounds. There, we would have no phone service for a week. This was almost everyone’s first time without phone service for a prolonged period. Little did we know, this would be crucial for our bonding.

On the first day in Kyuquot, I got used to the island. We slept in tents, relying on sleeping bags to keep us warm through the freezing nights. We used open outhouses and our kitchen was unconventional, but we would all eat together by a campfire, trying to escape the mosquitoes. Despite all this discomfort, the first night was a moment I would never forget.

It was the first night I was blinded by lights—not by city lights, but by the twinkle of the stars. I was sitting on the sand, listening to the waves roll in and out, my breath matching the sea. I asked aloud, “Wait, do stars actually twinkle?” It sounds humorous, but it was a genuine question. I had never seen the stars twinkle before; I thought it was just a description of their brightness. This realization hit me hard.

There is so much more to life. There is so much more beyond Rhode Island, the East Coast, and my country. I grew up pretty poor. As a child, I was in a shelter. Ever since I was in school, I have tried my best to show my family that there’s more to life. Most of my family hasn’t left New England. SDC helped me show my family that through hard work and branching out, anyone can find great opportunities and get out of their normal.

Learning that stars twinkle was just the beginning of my understanding that I have so much more to experience and explore.