Month: January 2023

Yoselin Flores 

No Comfort Zone  

Upon arriving at Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts (MCLA) in North Adams I was led by a teacher assistant, Kofi King, up a hill with many other students trailing behind. We were all tired from the long bus ride, but I was excited to meet new people. I already felt happy that I had talked to students during the bus ride from NYC. I had told him excitedly, “I want to live on a farm when I go off to college. You know, maybe I would see horses every day, maybe even ride one wherever I am!”  

Yet during my first night on campus, me and my roommate, Hailey, both found ourselves laughing most of the night. We both couldn’t sleep, because it was too quiet.  That night and in the first week I realized that hay and a barn near me wouldn’t help me sleep either. That first night my roommate and me didn’t realize how important it was to sleep, because every single day for the SDXCO month was active.  Professors and SDC staff pushed students to get out of their dorm and partake in all the different activities. One of my favorite activities was volleyball, because I met many athletes such as, Kennedy from California. Kennedy’s patience led me through my embarrassment of not being able to serve a volleyball. And she helped me break out of my comfort zone.  At first, I would be too shy to scream when I made a point – which later changed. Along with finding out about volleyball, I faced one of my biggest fears which was swimming. During the first week we were all taken on a hike to the lake, but I was too scared to swim in the lake. Starting in the second week, along with other SDXCO students, took swimming lessons at N. Adams YMCA. My swimming teacher, Brandon, helped me build confidence, feel less scared to pencil dive, and swim from the shallow to the deep end. All throughout my body I felt adrenaline rushing, I liked learning new ways to be faster and stronger swimming. I practiced the breathing techniques in order to not be out of breath after swimming a lap. It was great to learn to swim. 

I wasn’t only active physically at SDXCO, but also mentally during my course on Sports and Civil Rights. I came in thinking I knew about civil rights from high school history, but I left class every day with something new and many things to think about. I learned about the Springboks, a top all-white South African rugby team, and their impact on the world when they were rejected to play in different countries during apartheid years. Sports did in fact impact society, and it was also a glimpse of hope to many African Americans and other minorities during their fight for their rights. Our professor encouraged us all to discuss as a group of ten, but what I loved most was that we had creative small group projects. Me and my classmates would meet up outside of class to discuss so everyone’s voice could be heard during our project recording a group podcast.  

On our final day in Massachusetts, we were unable to stop taking pictures and giving out hugs. At the beginning of July, we weren’t all too excited to live in a small town in the Massachusetts mountains, but in the end, we all made so many friendships, learned so much and experienced college life for the first time. 

Ileanna Fournier
Lawrence, Massachusetts
Spain Instituto Ibérico Las Tres Culturas

This summer, I had the incredible opportunity to participate in the Spain: Instituto Ibérico Las Tres Culturas del Mediterráneo program with the Student Diplomacy Corps (SDC). This experience, which took me across the historical cities of Madrid, Toledo, Córdoba, Sevilla, and Granada, was more than just an academic journey, it was a profound exploration of cultural coexistence and the impact of shared human history. Living in a world often divided along geographic, political, racial, and social lines, I learned invaluable lessons about bridging these divides, lessons that I believe civic leaders could greatly benefit from.

The course, led by a Spanish professor, Felipe, and taught entirely in Spanish, centered on the rich, yet often overlooked, history of medieval Spain, a time when Christian, Jewish, and Muslim communities lived and thrived together. The neighborhoods, cathedrals, synagogues, and mosques that we explored became more than just historical sites; they were symbols of a time when diverse cultures coexisted and contributed to an era of remarkable intellectual, architectural, and cultural achievement. This coexistence, known as convivencia, was not without its challenges, but the mutual respect and shared goals of these communities allowed them to overcome differences and build a society that was advanced and inclusive for its time.
One of the most profound lessons I learned from this experience is the importance of acknowledging and respecting different perspectives. Just as medieval Spain flourished through the integration of diverse cultures, today’s civic leaders must embrace the richness that diversity brings to society. This means going beyond mere tolerance and working towards genuine understanding and collaboration. In a world where political and social tensions often stem from misunderstandings and fear of the “other,” the model of convivencia offers a powerful example of how to build a more inclusive and harmonious society.

Moreover, the experience of working closely with my SDC group underscored the value of community and collective learning. Our group, composed of students from different backgrounds, became a tight-knit family over the course of the program. Each member brought a unique perspective and experience, enriching our discussions and understanding of the complex history we were studying. The bonds we formed and the lessons we learned from one another were just as impactful as the academic content of the course. This reinforced for me the idea that learning is not just about absorbing information but also about sharing and reflecting on experiences with others.

The final project I completed, an essay titled Redescubriendo las Contribuciones Históricas de las Mujeres, was a reflection of how this program opened my eyes to the often-overlooked contributions of women throughout history. From Fátima Al-Fihri, who founded the world’s first university, to the Mozarabic women who navigated complex cultural landscapes in medieval Spain, to the Mirabal sisters of the Dominican Republic who fought against tyranny, these stories taught me the importance of recognizing and celebrating the roles women have played in shaping our world. This is a lesson that is particularly relevant today, as we continue to strive for gender equality and the inclusion of diverse voices in all areas of society.

My SDC experience taught me that civic leaders must prioritize inclusive narratives that acknowledge the contributions of all members of society, regardless of gender, ethnicity, or religion. By doing so, they can create policies and initiatives that are more representative and equitable. This approach, which I saw in action during my time in Spain, can help heal divisions and foster a more cohesive and just society.

My summer with the Student Diplomacy Corps was transformative, both academically and personally. It not only deepened my understanding of history but also provided me with valuable insights into how we can apply the lessons of the past to address the challenges of the present. As I move forward, I will carry these lessons with me, using them to guide my actions and decisions, whether in academic pursuits, community involvement, or future leadership roles.

Isabelle Harry
Washington DC
Beyond Borders: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Connection on the Baja Peninsula Student Diplomacy Corps 2024

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 discovermy 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.

Madeleine Gutierrez

The Fulfillment of Dreams: Sushi, Monks, and Hearts

Even though I returned from Japan a month ago, the word すみません (Sumimasen) still seems to escape my mouth as I bump into people in the crowded streets of Downtown Los Angeles. This powerful word does not, however, split the Red Sea of Angelinos inhabiting my home town, or remove from me the guilt caused by bumping into these folks. Instead the word すみません only seems to envoke quizzical looks from strangers and occasionally some curse words. I know I am not in Japan when I have to remove the adhered gum from under my shoe, while I notice the hundreds of coca-cola bottles lining the sidewalk. Being in Japan means searching for precisely 130 yen jingling about in my trusty coin pouch, which are soon sucked up by the vending machine that spits out an ice cold milk tea. Japan means resisting the urge to leave the ice cold milk tea’s bottle on the pavement, for, despite searching like a madman, the trash can is non-existent.

Although Japan and I have said our farewells, we exist within each other. Japan’s culture has not yet left me. I still find myself placing the palms of my hands together and saying “いた だきます” before I eat. Since the days of my youth, Japan gravitated towards me, or perhaps I gravitated toward it. Regardless, my favorite restaurant was Japanese and Studio Ghibli films were my Peppa Pig. I once thought my love for Japan to be additive; it was, however, multiplicative: every kaiju, roll, and anime doubled my love for this country of the rising sun. When the time came to choose a language in highschool, I instantly knew there was but one choice: Japanese. Japanese’s difficulty, then, was unknown to me: I began to doubt my decision, calling my father and convincing him that this was not merely “Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto”. Who knew that the Japanese had three different alphabets (maybe four if you include romaji!). Eventually, with the support of my Sensei and a dear friend, Yui, my doubtful love for the language settled. My lifetime dream was impeded, however, by my family’s lack of affluence. I understood that we could barely pay the bills, but, in my heart, my dream lived on, knowing that I would have to wait for college to study abroad. By the greatest of fortunes, I was nominated to
apply to Student Diplomacy Corps; the rest is, well, history. Although, most histories do not end in such delicious sushi.

The road to becoming a master sushi chef is not a clear or easy one; therefore, I was very fortunate, this time, to have been pushed through this system with direction and clarity. While most sushi chefs wait years before beginning to prepare and cut fish for sushi, I became a mini sushi master in 1/100 of the time, slicing sashimi and rolling maki. In the most humble way possible, Gordon Ramsey has nothing on me and the rest of our group, which was comprised of the most fascinating people I have ever met.

It is impossible for this notation to convey the amounts of fun and knowledge gained through this active emotional experience in Japan. Whenever I listen to the Japanese Band One Ok Rock, I am reminded of my loving host family who treated me as if I were their own daughter. I begin to laugh at how, despite my lack of navigation skills, I was able to lead the group through the busy train stations, roads, and corridors of the crowded Tokyo and Kyoto streets. My back still straightens whenever I gaze upon long poles, as memories of a monk whacking us during Zen meditation begin to resurface. My eyes begin to swell up with tears as I remember Japan in all its glory: one heart for the country and myself.

Marc Argaluza

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Jaydon Oppong
Bronx, New York
Italy: Mare Splendente 2024

This summer, I experienced something that has forever changed my outlook on life and my understanding of community. The highlight of my summer was receiving the opportunity to travel abroad to Italy with the Mara Splendente program. The trip was nothing short of mind-blowing, filled with new experiences, insights, and unforgettable moments that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. Among these, a boat ride along the magnificent Amalfi Coast stands out as the most transformative.

As we cruised along the stunning coastline, I had the chance to interact with a group of Italian kids who were full of pure positivity and enthusiasm. Despite the language barrier, our conversations were lively and filled with laughter. They were eager to learn about where I was from, and I found myself teaching them New York slang while they taught me some Italian phrases. These exchanges were not just fun; they were profoundly eye-opening. I realized how much positivity and kindness can impact others, even in the simplest of interactions. The kids’ curiosity and warmth reminded me of the importance of spreading positivity wherever I go, and how such energy can ripple out to affect others in ways we might not immediately see.

One moment in particular will forever be etched in my memory. As we were disembarking from the boat, a young Italian boy asked me a question that seemed simple on the surface, yet was loaded with significance: “Ronaldo or Messi?” Without hesitation, I replied, “Ronaldo.” To my surprise, the boy gave me a hug, and we even did Ronaldo’s signature handshake celebration on video. That moment brought tears to my eyes—not because of the question, but because of the connection it symbolized. Here I was, thousands of miles from home, connecting with a child from a completely different culture through a shared love of football. It was a powerful reminder of the universal language of kindness and the impact that even the smallest gestures can have.

This experience has had a profound impact on me and how I view my role in the community. It made me realize that if I can have such a positive impact on a group of kids during a brief interaction, I can certainly do the same in my own community. It reinforced my desire to make a difference in the lives of others, to spread positivity, and to lead by example. The friendships and connections I made during this trip also helped me improve my networking skills, an invaluable asset as I move forward in life. I learned the importance of getting along with people from different backgrounds, treating each other like family, and always being curious about their stories. These are lessons that I will carry with me as I enter college and beyond.

Moving forward, this experience has taught me to seize every opportunity that comes my way. I now understand that each experience, no matter how small it may seem at the time, has the potential to play a significant role in shaping who I am. This mindset will guide me as I embark on new adventures, whether it’s participating in clubs, leading community initiatives, or simply spreading positivity wherever I go.

Lastly, this trip reminded me of the importance of enjoying life and cherishing every moment. Being surrounded by the beauty of Italy, learning new things, and connecting with others gave me a peace of mind that I hadn’t experienced before. It taught me to appreciate the present and to embrace the joy that comes from experiencing new things. As I move forward in life, I will carry these lessons with me, using them to grow as a person and to positively impact the world around me.

In conclusion, the best thing that happened to me this summer was not just the trip to Italy itself, but the insights and realizations that came with it. It was a journey of personal growth, a deepened understanding of community, and a newfound appreciation for the simple yet powerful act of spreading positivity. These lessons will undoubtedly shape my future and guide me as I strive to make a difference in the world.

Mariah McDaniel

When I was a little girl, one of my favorite cartoon films was Thumbelina (1994). I fell in love with the singing of Jacquimo, the quirky French bird. I also was intrigued with his description of Paris. His first line still rings a bell in my mind, “Welcome to Paris, City of Love.” I wished with all my being to travel to Paris and see this phenomenon myself. Another verse imprinted itself into my brain as well. It is a lyric from the song, “Follow Your Heart”: “You’re sure to do impossible things, when you follow your heart.” These sayings resonated with me as I walked the streets of Paris, after my last day at my internship, confidently strutting along without using my Plan de Paris. 

Prior to that I spent endless days running along the city, lost and puzzled, trying to read the map. I felt invigorated and on top of the world, or shall I say, the Eiffel Tower, when I finally bested that perplexing map. However, the journey it took to finally become confident enough to utilize my own abilities required me to struggle through a bigger obstacle, the dreaded language barrier. 

I felt its effects within the first 24 hours of being in Paris. It seemed to me that every person in my group had developed strong French in school. They could waltz up to a friendly francophone and ask anything they desired, but I struggled to comprehend simple phrases. One fated night my group and I were having dinner at the best crêpe restaurant in the world, La Crêpe Dentelle. Breeze and Negina, our group leaders, challenged everyone to speak French for 20 minutes until our food arrived. I was mortified. It was as if I was the foreigner at the table. I grew more and more exasperated each second. Luckily, Negina saved me the embarrassment and took me outside before I cried an ocean. It took her a while to calm me down, but she assured me that I have to try speaking and trust in myself. The feat almost seemed impossible to hurdle, but miraculously, I felt a new change brewing within. After leaving La Crêpe Dentelle, I looked back upon the small, intricate restaurant and thought, “I am going to return and redeem myself.” With that declaration, I ran into my host family experience, head strong with muscles flexed.

Amusingly, my host family knew less English than I knew French. However, I stuck with my guns and successfully butchered many conversations with my semi-horrific French. Sometimes, my family understood me. Other times we had awkward moments of silence mixed with confusion and burst into laughter soon after. By the end of my stay, I can truly say I held true to my word. I was prepared to travel back to Paris and try to leave my native tongue during my internship. Coincidentally, my internship happened to be at La Crêpe Dentelle. It felt as if the universe heard my declaration and wanted to lead me to success.

 

During the three days at my internship, I connected with the restaurant owner and their granddaughter on a deep level. The granddaughter specifically was my biggest supporter. She forced me to share my life story with every single customer in French. Even though I messed up a lot, she still encouraged me everyday and became my personal cheerleader. By the end of my internship, I felt more at ease with the language. I didn’t care that I wasn’t fluent. I was proud that I survived that experience and established a sense of confidence in myself. I felt so exhilarated and motivated to tackle more challenges, that I decided to walk home that day without depending on my Plan de Paris. 

 

Thinking back to the classic movie that started it all, I now see that Jacquimo was correct. I could do anything that I deemed impossible if I followed my heart. The language barrier seemed unfeasible, but I followed my gut and never gave up. Now I feel that I can do anything I put my mind to, all thanks to my travels with Student Diplomacy Corps. 

 

Emily Duran Garcia

Eulogy of the Past

In memoriam of Emily Duran Garcia. She was fragile and closed off. She confined herself to the comfort of home for fear of getting lost. She was frightened by the world outside and trapped within her books. She believed that she was meant to carry the weight of her parent’s sacrifices to save herself and her family by working hard for university. To her, spending time with friends was a distraction. She believed that making close connections were useless in her pursuit for success. She believed that she was happy, but she was merely a machine whose gears were slowly but surely rusting.

Then something happened — China happened. Timidly, she left her home, met a group of strangers and flew to the other side of the world. Her once dull eyes brightened. She began to take notice of the strange world around her and her place in it. She learned patience while talking with her host sister who struggled to communicate. She learned vulnerability while talking with her companions in a hotel room late into the night. She learned joy when the cold drink had reached her mouth after she spent hours under the scorching sun on the Great Wall. She learned adoration by seeing the plants and colorful bugs while hiking the imposing mountains of Zhonglu village. She learned focus while meditating in the comforting darkness of a cave. But most importantly, she learned how to live. From conversing with natives in her broken Chinese to laughing with her friends while using squat toilets that had no stalls, she smiled through it all.

And with that the machine broke to reveal the human underneath.

The old Emily died but it was for the best. Following her death came the new Emily. An Emily that cherishes her friends and whose eyes are burning with energy. An Emily whose spirit yearns to explore the neighborhoods she’s neglected for so long. This new Emily isn’t afraid to get lost anymore, for the best adventures occur off the beaten path. After all, what is life without adventure?

Tamea Levingston

How Has SDC Chile Prepared me for College?

In the beginning of my journey, I didn’t know what I was in for. Yes, I knew that I was studying abroad, but I didn’t know exactly how it would impact my life. My head was filled with questions and my body was engulfed with a mix of emotions and feelings. The main questions that floated through my head were, “How well will I get along with my group members? Will they accept me for me? Are they just as nervous as I am?”. Slowly, these emotions and questions faded along the way, when I realized that I’m more confident than I thought I was. While exploring the cities of Chile and the historic land of Easter Island, I was presented with challenges I never would have thought I’d have to face. There were several times when doubt and fear overpowered by mind, but I quickly gained confidence with the help of my supportive group members. Every mountain I hiked, and every stone I stumbled upon made me realize that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to, to never give up, and always have faith. The challenges that I faced while studying abroad helped shape me for college in a social, mental, and physical aspect.

Entering college as a first-year student is equivalent to living in a country that you’re not familiar with. It comes with adjustments, meeting new people, as well as finding where you belong in a new chapter of your life. I was surrounded by a new culture of people for a month. This gave me a chance to understand how people live, political views, how others are raised, and even sparked the parts of my brain that function least often–trying to comprehend and speak Spanish. This was especially difficult given that Chileans use heavy slang. This study encouraged me to get to know people when I venture off to college and make new friends of different ethnic backgrounds.

Living in a different country for a month is eye opening and allows room for growth, so now I know that I can study any place I put my mind to without having the fear of being away from home. Before my journey in Chile, I didn’t see myself as being an active college student, but this experience has developed my feelings towards participating in student organizations. I picture myself studying cultures around the world, hiking mountains with new friends, as well as creating and organizing clubs and programs for students who feel like they’re out of place on campus.

This year as a senior, I’ve been elected to be one of the representatives for my class. I’ve always had visions of being a part of my school’s student council, but I never had the courage to step outside of my comfort zone. My experience in Chile and being selected by Student Diplomacy Corps, has helped me blossom into a young adult, it has also prepared me for entering college as a first-year student. My confidence is higher than it’s ever been before, I’m able to use my voice with confidence, I’m not afraid to meet new people, and I’ve become open minded to adjusting to a new lifestyle.

Iysis DaSilva
Providence, Rhode Island
Canada: How to Get to Haida Gwaii program 2024
A Moment of Realization

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.

My gumboots were covered in mud, raindrops slid down the windows, bright green grass and sheep for miles. I was in a small van with nine other student diplomats on our way to Karetu, New Zealand. After miles of a muddy unpaved road, we came to a stop. I stepped out of the van in awe, the sky was covered in pink and purple cotton candy clouds. I saw a marae, a sacred meeting ground, only stepped on after being invited by the Māori people. As I walked forward with my Student Diplomacy Corps group we witnessed our first ever Māori welcoming ceremony, one of the many we would experience on our three week journey immersing ourselves into the culture of the indigenous people of Aotearoa.

We were given food, stretched among vertical tables. “This tastes like my mom’s cooking,” I whispered as I devoured the warm beef soup with potatoes. However, I could taste subtle differences. Both of my parents are from Oaxaca, Mexico, where Caldo de Rez is cooked with corn. They immigrated to the United States as teens, with nothing to their names. Coming from a low-income household, I never imagined being able to leave the country. Only months before my acceptance to the program, I was living in a hotel with my family because my parents were unable to pay rent for the apartment we lived in previously. Being homeless affected my grades, and impacted my life in all aspects.

When I received my acceptance email I hesitated; I did not know whether my living situation would change by the summer. I grew angry at the fact that I might have to let this opportunity slide, but after long conversations with my parents, they assured me everything would be okay. I had received a generous scholarship, with some money left to pay. I spent hours making tamales, posters, and flyers. My family helped me sell food at the farmer’s market and at school in attempt to raise the money needed, and we were successful.

Once in the marae my group gathered with Māori people to discuss the impact of colonialism. I immediately thought about the Treaty of Waitangi, which I had researched before leaving for New Zealand. I tried my best to remember dates and names, but as the discussion began I stopped. The conversation was about language and personal experiences. Emotions rather than facts. I sat and listened, and most importantly, I felt. As a first-generation Latina in the US, I related to how the Māori felt when they discussed the fear of speaking their own language and sense of losing culture.

The following week our group saw a kapa haka performance in Auckland. I felt a sense of pride as they yelled across the stage, stomping their feet, slapping their thighs, singing, and moving their hands, representing life through vibrations. After learning about the Māori’s rich culture and history, the kapa haka became a symbol of resistance. Despite years of discrimination, the Māori performers were able to preserve their culture, learn the dance from their ancestors, and now perform it for hundreds of people.

Back home in Los Angeles, what I am most passionate about is activism. I organize marches, form school clubs, and work with city councilmembers to find solutions to end homelessness. Being in Aotearoa with the Māori people helped me better understand issues in my own community. I understood how different cultures can come together and learn from each other’s strategies to end injustice. The kapa haka is proof that years of resistance and determination to preserve the Māori culture payed off. However, after spending three weeks in Aotearoa, it is evident that the fight for indigenous rights is not over. It is small things like the kapa haka that encourage me to continue in my own activism, striving for a better future for all.

Gisely Torres

I am about to tell you about the best summer of my life. And I want to start with my wholehearted thanks, because without you, this would have only been a dream.

This summer I learned how to swim in the Adriatic Sea. I rode a horse for the first time, I climbed to my first cave, I found a second home. This summer I learned who I am.

Albania. Honestly, I had to look up where this country was when I got the email notifying me of my acceptance to a SDC program. And looking back now, it seems like I couldn’t have gone my life without this astonishing country and all the experiences it provided.

From the beginning, I had realizations that will forever change me. On day 2, we had a night coffee talk with our tour guide’s cousin. She was telling us about this mysterious and beautiful country when we were so new to it, answering our every question. This amazing country is currently opening its borders, and with it they fear they may lose the culture they struggled so hard to keep. Their language and customs that they managed to protect from all the countries that occupied them during multiple wars in the past. This conversation led to realizations, that my country, the United States, has many mixed cultures, and sometimes that causes us to lose one for another.

I am Salvadorian. I am an American citizen. I am a Hispanic woman, one who speaks Spanish, one who loves bachata (a Mexican dance). I was born in Aspen, Colorado and grew up in the beautiful Roaring Fork Valley. And so I find those parts of me clashing sometimes. I find myself speaking English better than Spanish. I find myself surrounded by my American friends. I find myself losing the Latina in me. And I’ve realized that’s a part of me I should never, ever let disappear. No matter the wars, no matter how many different people surround me, I should never let go of the part of me that my parents gave me.

On the 4th of July, our team leader, Brian, asked us if we are proud to be American. And while part of me wanted to say no, that my people were being deported and caged and denied opportunity, another part of me felt patriotism. I was sitting in a restaurant, sipping peace iced tea, orange sunset in view, a personal 400 leke pizza sitting in front of me, listening to the opinions of my new family of 10 in a foreign country, and I realized that I absolutely love my country. When I spoke, passionately and full of emotion, I spoke of my thanks for all the opportunities my family and I have obtained because of this country. I spoke of the fact that I was in ALBANIA. In a country I would probably never heard of if I had been born where my parents were born. I probably would have never gotten an education, never explored my ambitions, never realized how amazing and plentiful life can really be. I was in the Balkans. I was in Europe. All because of my adoring country and the ambitions it allowed me to discover. My heart knew then, I am what the Albanians call me: “Amerikan”, and I am Salvadorian. And I truly cherish both parts of my identity.
I want to say I am so truly thankful. I learned so much about myself. I learned I can be a risk taker. I found someone to look up to in our team leader. I found friends for life. I found a place on the other side of the world that I can call home. I found myself.
So again, thank you so much for allowing me to explore this opportunity, for giving me the world. In return I hope to be able to do the same, now and in the future.