School and a little briyani

So while I am no longer in South Africa, I find it is following me everywhere. Maybe it is me talking about the trip with friends and flaunting my pictures. Maybe it is the daunting 43 students in my government class this morning that reminded me of S.P.H.S. Or maybe it is the briyani that I made myself for dinner tonight! All I know, after a few weeks without my Study Abroad host family and MSU SA family, I am missing me some South Africa like crazy. Ohh the places you go... how they will change you forever!

<3

Last Days in CPT

So the past few days were the last few days in CPT for the group. Monday was the last day for all the elementary teachers. This day was filled with packing, going to a bulk food store, and a mall for last minute things. We dropped the groups off in three different droves, one at 3:30, four at 6:30 and seven at 11:35. After all of them had made it through security, we were then driven to one of Jonathan Jansen's guest houses to stay for the evening. It's nice having connections :)

The secondary group's last day was filled with chilling at Jonathan Jansen's house: packing, showering, and a last minute trip to Bibi's! :D We made it to the airport in plenty of time, and were able to have a last drink with Corvell, Johnny, Faith, and Dominic. Our first flight was to Johannesburg, where we saluted South Africa in style with a Spring Bok shot. And thus came the travels to Amsterdam. Wolf Pack Out! Ohh Haa Haa.

And soon enough we will be back in Detroit, where the first stop will be a mexican restaurant, haha! I can not wait to see the friends and family I have missed, as well as share many of the amazing stories and experiences!!! Goeie Dag Suid Afrika!

History

Today was a day that I could appreciate in full, the last day with my host mom Berenice. We toured the castle here in Cape Town, the first colonial structure built here. And it was amazing at how much more history is entrenched and remembered here. This structure alone was so specific and expansive about so many historical and social issues. I learned about the way the "fort" functioned, what else it was used for, how it evolved throughout different years and occupations, etc. I also learned about the Anglo-Boer War in one of the three museums on the site, as well as that the castle is dually used for historical and current military uses. I will surely add more after I can sift through all of my material from today :) This being said, it was sad to say goodbye to the many people who have helped me here. However, I am excited to see the family I have missed so dearly in the last six weeks!

Hooked

Students, who could think they would steal your hearts so easily... or at least a few of them! Hah. Yesterday was my last day at the school here in South Africa, and let me tell you some of those little gems I will miss. On Thursday, when I handed back the "I Have A Dream" speeches that some of the students wrote, my favorite student responded with pure glee at my comments. To my prompt of "You have wonderful dreams. What can you do to help make them a reality? It was a pleasure having you in class," my student replied quietly and most earnestly with "Ms. Fox, it was a pleasure having you teach our class." I about died from pure joy on the spot. To add to this, he bought me his favorite Cadbury chocolate bar and brought it to school to give to me at the end of the day on my last day :D This memory will surely be one to cherish, as well as his adorable face! I am simply hooked to teaching and surely these kids!

A Little Snoek, A Little Snack

Today was rather uneventful at the school, with the days winding down and all. However, after school activities were rather peculiar and enjoyable. Invited over to Nate's host family's for a braii (barbeque type activity), I arrived around 4:30 after school. We played around with the soccer ball and Keegan's friend Matt while we waited for the rest of the family to get home. Sadly, I was a bad goalie, as the boys scored multiple times... yelling "Laduma!! Laduma!" (he scores!) However, just messing around and being physically active again felt good. I can't wait to run and workout again in the States.

Anyways, around 5:30, the host father took us to a "market" on the side of the road to bid on some snoek (fish, more specifically baracuda). This was technically a man gutting and cutting fish on the side of the road out of the back of his truck. Very interesting. I wondered about the sanitariness of this process, but I guess once you get it home and cook it, anything is killed anyways. But to see a multitude of fish dead and fresh out of the sea just laying in the truckbed waiting to be gutted, chopped, and sold was quite an ordeal. Watching the man cut off the head, cut open the spine, cut out the bones, and clean the fish to wrap it in newspaper to go was completely disgusting and yet intriguing at the same time.

Once home, you just cook the cut open snoek over the wood and charcoal fire in a square contraption type thing. And let me tell you, soaked in lemon juice, curry, apricot jam, and garlic... this snoek was phenomenal. I couldn't believe it was the same fish I had seen bought on the side of the road. I may just have to start eating fish more at home now! Accompanied with some regular salad, as well as noodle salad, this meal was delicious. Additionally, Marlene the host mother made a delicious dessert of graham cracker, bananas, and pudding. She worked for a bakery for six months, and let me tell you Nate is one lucky man! Ironically, this household upheld the tradition to prod you to eat more. And what's worse is I loved it. I kept eating more and more fish, until my cravings for dessert took over. Nate and I ate enough to last what seemed like eternity. Really this was not a snack, but an abundance of food... enough to feed a feast of 10 or more... which it did!

Beyond the food, we also went to a local sports club this evening, where we drank some Castle and played some billiards. South African pool rules are very interesting, and the pool balls are much smaller than ones in the U.S. One thing I learned for sure is how much I appreciate Michigan's new law of no smoking in bars. I had forgotten how suffocating that could be. However, overall, on the night, it was wonderful to spend time out and about in Cape Town, as well as get to know some youth. Keegan and Nina, the host siblings, were lovely and wonderful to talk to about so many issues. Overall, a good night considering the food, fun, and laughter :D

Ohhh Tiger's Play

This afternoon after our Cango Cave adventure, we visited the Cango Ranch to see some more animals! Again, this experience was AWESOME! We went on a guided tour in which we saw the following animals:

• bats
• vultures and a mean stork
• flamingos
• hippopotamus
• otter
• cheetahs - adult and 9 month old babies!
• tiger cubs - 5 months old!! :D
• lions - full grown compared to the young ones yesterday
• leopards
• bengals

But the real fun came after the guided tour, which was getting to play with the baby tigers. Although expensive, it was totally worth it. I wanted to get in there, especially after watching the trainers work with them. They were so playful, and hardly aggressive. The white tiger cub even came up behind me and jumped up on my legs. Sadly, the trainer swatted him away, back into the water. While I wish they would not have driven them to the pool in the cage and we could have interacted for more than five minutes, I am so glad I got to pet and push these little cuties around! AHHHH, it was so great! Even better than riding the elephants yesterday, and definitely better than merely just having to sit behind Joseph the cheetah and stroke in one direction on his fur. Getting to chase and scrounge around with the 5 month year old tigers was PHENOMENAL! :D

It's Hot and A Little Tight

This morning we visited the great Cango Caves, formed millions of years ago when the water table fell. Twelve of sixteen of our group embarked upon the adventure tour. This included five extremely tight spaces/passages on a 90 minute tour. The remaining four did the 60 minute standard tour in the largest caves toward the entrance of the caves.

This experience was one of much anxiety for me, being rather particular about space and all. I wouldn't necessarily say I am clausterphobic, but when it comes to possibly getting stuck in places deep within the earth... yes, I was concerned. However, after getting going into the caves and seeing some big burly men in front of our group go, my nerves settled.

Inside the caves were something to be seen. Stalagmites and stalactites everywhere, some with huge bulky formations, others with tiny skinny pillar looking ones. Sometimes there were even a few columns where stalactites and stalagmites meet. More importantly though was the adventure tour, where we crawled through passages and some tight spaces. A few of their names were "The Love Tunnel" because it's tight on both sides and "Devil's Chimney" because this passage is one of the narrowest. Corvell, our group leader, got stuck last year and had to be pushed and pulled to get out.

Toward the end of our experience, Jen and I wrote a song about it to the tune of Stu's Tiger Song in The Hangover. It goes as follows:

What do cave dwellers dream of

When the crawl through tiny spaces?

Do they dream of streaming sunlight

Or the ocean breeze on their face?

If you're worried about making it through

You better suck it up or the guide's gonna slap you.

There's so much moisture in the air

I'm sick of looking at your derriere

Caves, Caves, Caves, Ohhhh Cango Caves

If you fall in or I hit my head

Then we're shit out of luck :)

Lions, Rhinos, and Elephants... Oh My

To continue the amazing long weekend here, today included the game farm! Yes, my most anticipated day for the entire trip. It commenced with us getting out of the vans to be greeted by the three elephants walking past less than 15 yards away! Following a short meeting, we started a full African safari on a game reserve with 3000 hectares! Whoa! We rode for two and a half hours, seeing a wide variety of animals including:

water buffalo, monkeys like Marcel from Friends, ostriches, water buck, zebras, impalas (an antelope type thing), giraffes, lions, rhinos, and so many more.

It was indescribable! While we did not get to physically interact with any of the animals apart from riding elephants later, we did have some cool encounters. I wish we could have gotten closer to the giraffes, but we did see them up among the trees, sticking out and eating a ton. We were also less than 10 yards away from rhinos, but that was okay because they have really poor eyesight... only able to see 2 meters or about 6 feet in front of themselves. Our viewing of the lions were a little more intense, as they are acclimated of working with humans as movie lions and are less fearful. Consequently they approached the safari truck with no hesitation, only to be scared away by the driver - with a stick!! Whoa.

After the safari, the real fun of riding the elephants came. We got a 30 minute ride with a partner, in which we learned about the elephant. Apparently riding them is the equivalent of us wearing a backpack. It was fun to see them break full branches to eat or approach the watering hole and pond to drink. Overall, it was a wonderful experience... relaxing and enjoyable :D

Ohh Go Jump Off A Bridge

Literally...

I jumped off a bridge today - bungee jumping of course. And it was awesome, yet terrifying!!! Surprisingly, I was not nervous at all beforehand. While everyone else discussed how fearful they were, I was so excited to go. Not once did I have any butterflies, not even when my toes were over the edge. While I wanted to go first in our group, I went closer to the middle. Which I appreciate now, because had I gone first, I probably would have been thrown over. But since I went after several others, I got to jump on my own accord after they counted down quickly from 5. I was the only one that they really let go of on the edge right before the jump.

Now that being said, I must say that as soon as I got over the edge, things went down quickly - no pun intended... okay maybe a little. While only an initial five second free fall technically, it seemed like FOREVER. With my head leading the way and not having any sort of clear depth perception of the rocks and river below me, my stomach dropped and my head started to spin. I only managed a short burst scream before I cut it off out of pure terror. Once I repelled up the first time from the bungee, I liked those short free falls despite the major blood rush and pain to my head. It was not the most enjoyable experience I have had on the trip, but an amazing one nonetheless.

What is more, watching the video and looking at the pictures are definitely incredible. While I didn't buy a T-shirt souvenier, I will definitely remember the company's slogan "Fear is temporary, regret is forever." And I assure you that jumping off the world's tallest bridge for bungee jumping at 216 meters is something I will never forget nor regret!

Radical Changes

Psshhhooo...

Here it is. The day that I knew would come. The day when my beliefs and my core crumbled to the floor. The day that I won't come back from this trip ever really the same. While many days have landed small blows to my "fundamental" ideas and self, that eventual piece of rice finally tipped the scales.

Never again will I be able to not know, not see, or un-learn about corporal punishment. Never again will I be a teacher who hasn't yelled. Never again will I have a fleck of hope that world peace will ever be achieved. Although I have never been a grand scale dreamer, any far-fetch dreams were swept up in the seemingly hurricane winds of today.

I won't be that person who consistently takes on too much, nor permits the concerns of inconveniencing others to dominate my life entirely. The storm has weathered my skin, and toughened it much. There are times when feelings must be set aside or become essentially non-existant. There are times when being completely blunt are completely necessary... the hardest, most life alternating detail I have grown to fully understand.

While I am eternally grateful for my students and my plethora of experiences, I can't help but wonder and even miss my old ways, that existed before this tumultuous day.

A Poem About Beauty

In describing the I Have A Dream lesson, a girl responded with a poem about female aspirations through a quoted poem from Chicken Soup I think. Here it goes:

"Skinny legs, bigger breast is all they want to see.
Tiny waists and thinner arms, the opposite of me.
The pressure to be perfect is slowly closing in.
An utter suffocation that doesn't seem to end.

Society is telling me 'Beautiful is thin'
And if I choose to starve myself, perfection's what I win.
Shoving something down my throat won't get me what I want,
Bring me closer to the goal of a body I can flaunt.

Society is telling us 'Beauty is a prize.'
Measured in the size of your breasts, in weight and clothing size.
But let me tell you here and now, no good will come from that.
It seems okay at first, but soon becomes a trap.

A disease that clouds the mind, and believes what is untrue
Believe you're never good enough, no matter what you do.
There is one beauty that I know is the greatest prize of all.
It's learning to accept yourself, imperfections, flaws, and all.

The beauty that really matters lies in our heart, soul and core
Because if you love what's inside, you love what is outside more."

I Have A Dream

So in teaching about the civil rights movement during my stay in South Africa, I had my students create their own "I Have A Dream" speech. And the responses I received from my grade 9 students (ages 14) were stunning. Some of my favorites included written poems about true beauty, what society could be, life aspirations, and incredible principals to live by. Following are a few examples of remarkable ideas:

• "Reputation is for time, but character is for eternity."


• "This is my dream... FOR A SAFE SOUTH AFRICA"


• "To be perfect in my religion... getting rid of pride, arroagance, and at times feelings of superiority"


• "That the government can keep its promises"


• "That people would stop using the terms white, colored, and black"


• "For rich people to wake up and start caring about people"


• "That people are not segregated by the way they look, the language they speak, or the country they are from. When leaders see the world as one and not divided by man made borders."


• "If someone finds a skeleton, will they know whether it was black or white?"


• "Money makes the world go around, but also consumes us."


• And finally "I have a dream that race was nothing apart from something my friends and I did. That drugs were nothing but treatment at clinics. That smoking was something only cars and trains did. And that the word HUMANITY actually meant something to people."

Breathtaking really...

A Day In The Life

A DAY IN THE LIFE of this South African household consists of a variety of things, with the most prominent consisting of food, conversation, and media. In short summary, the day commences with individual breakfast and preparations for the day, followed by work or daily tasks. The day is polished off with lengthy dinners and television programming accompanied by seeming requirements of laughter and tea/coffee.

Now to the long story… The day really begins when Tom and Ruth arise. When they wake up, there are all sorts of slippers shuffling on the tile and spoons clanking in mugs for the soon to be coffee/tea. In sync, the unfurling of the newspaper and the energetic voices on the television news or radio broadcast fill in the gaps that generate the daily household melody in the morning. Later, the low rumble of the hairdryer and the chirping birds join the myriad of sounds. Accompanying this routine, breakfast generally consists of Rice Krispies or oats and raisins with hot milk. Markedly, my favorite mornings are weekends when scrambled eggs and bacon are served! But back to the general day, after some morning greetings and short chatter mingled with some interest in the news, the day unfolds into Katie (the domestic house worker) arriving, while Berenice leaves for school and Tom takes Ruth to work.

Once the workday is over, household life resumes when Tom fetches Ruth or when Berenice arrives home from school. Late afternoon activities elude me, as I have rarely been home before dinner. However, the few times I have been, they generally consist of reading the paper or watching television. Perhaps a few tasks here or there, while Katie finishes the laundry or cleaning for the day. But mostly, the afternoon and early evening is primarily spent engulfed in media – remaining up to date by reading The Cape Argus or watching the progressive soap opera Seven De Laan followed by the daily news. While impressed about the family knowledge and investment in current events, I may smash the TV set if I have to watch Gita cry one more time on the soap. The show is good for some laughs, not for content but rather to see how silly the dramatic expressions are, considering I do not understand a word without subtitles since the program is in Afrikaans.

Generally, after this show ends, the most defining elements of the household shine. First comes the food. Dinner is delicious, with possibilities ranging from Boboti to wonderful fish dishes. Typically, meals consist of some form of animal (whether lamb, fish, or chicken), rice, and a steamed vegetable. So far, my favorite new vegetable is surprisingly butternut, closely related to pumpkin. From a holistic perspective, it is difficult to determine which meal might reign as favorite, but if I had to guess I would claim lamb. They utilize this often, whether in minced form or solid meat form. I might also dare to say this meat is my favorite, as it is generally in the less spicy dishes served. Much to my surprise, curry is good, but my mouth as well as Ruth’s can only handle so much. I sometimes wonder if the placement was mere coincident or rather a calculated decision. The family and I share more commonalities than I expected.

In addition to the intake of food, dinner also includes the intake of information as the news plays on the TV. Every night, we listen to stories about the ANCYL president Julius Malema, labor strikes, the exchange rate for the rand, and lastly the increasing prices of gold, platinum, and crude oil. Other special interest stories permeate these solid regular components throughout the show. It seems nothing really changes from day to day. Little to no progress occurs regarding the investigation of Julius Malema, while he and others close to him adamantly defend him. The drought and starvation in Ethiopia persists. The only major strides made in the news have been the closure of negotiations for petrol workers resulting in increased wages and the U.S. Congress finally addressing the country’s fiscal problems. Beyond these topics and the news, the evening may roll into the subsequent public broadcasts or documents if dinner extends past the conclusion of the nightly news. Thus, constant learning occurs throughout the evening.

Beyond these aspects of dinner and enlightenment, the tea/coffee and conversation dominate the remaining hours of the evening. Since dinner usually ends around 7:30 p.m., the evening rolls into sipping tea/coffee and chatting at the table for roughly two to three hours (confirming my previous doubts about this cultural norm of lengthy socializing meals). Sometimes, serious topics like the policies of apartheid or the cultural differences between whites, coloreds, Xhosa, Zulu, etc. dominate the conversation. Other times, dialogue about school or education aspects holds the main stage, since Berenice is a long time science teacher and Tom is a retired veteran from the education system. The third option for conversation rests in jokes or funny stories, as Tom has a very vivacious sense of humor. Although the first few nights were a little dense and required some acclimation to the long periods of discussion, I now see how and why this is a cultural norm. This may well in fact be my favorite part of the day in this South African household!

Following this central part of the evening, activity drastically winds down after tea/coffee cups dry and conversation ceases. Family scatters between the computer room, the dining room, or the bedroom before retiring for the night. Quickly and quietly, the house gradually shuts down. Lights are off and covers are on. Thus, the day ends, with the promise of another day to follow in a diverse Cape Town.

Ohh The Things You'll See...

Well, no need explaining this title really. I have seen many a funny things since I've been here, but none more funny or cool than the ones I've seen on the side of the road. The top 6 consist of 4 animal related things, and 3 sign related things... one overlapping. They are as follows:

• "If you drink and drive, you'll die!"


• "If you drink and drive, you're a killer!"


• Giraffes gazing between some trees! Sweet life :D


• Zebras in the distance!


• Baboons strolling on the shoulder of the road


• And the best for last!!!!!! A series of progressive signs saying....

"NO HOOTING (honking) PLEASE." "OSTRICHES GETTING LAID!" HAHAHAAAAAAA :D

Over the Hump

Whew, what a whirlwind the last week and weekend were. Fortunately, we are now over the hump with more days down than more days left in the schools! Anyways, school and things got better as I started teaching, and got home at earlier hours with a couple chances to take some after school naps. As known, Monday was filled with an after school excursion. Well so was Tuesday. I stayed after school to watch and help the Interact Club, who made tons of food for a local church to feed the homeless. The group cooked until 6 p.m., then delivered the food. It was inspiring to see students and staff involved and interacting with the people, as well being part of the opportunity a little myself. Wednesday and Thursday were mostly teaching days - discussing the Civil Rights and slavery. Friday was a trip to Stellenboesh University to chaperone a sort of college visit. Most intriguing about this was hearing the endless amount of American music playing at the event. Somewhat comforting since I haven't heard any new or recent American music in a while.

The weekend was filled with primarily driving... As first picked up of everyone at 9 on Saturday morning, I was in the car for quite sometime. Anywho, we drove to a San cultural heritage place, in which we learned to clicks of the indigenous languages, as well as how they lived. It was incredible to see how people lived and functioned so "primitively." In reflecting upon Darwin theory, I would have died in a second if I had to live in these ways, unable to feed or cloth or shelter myself. Quite remarkable actually. After this, we travelled to Darling... where we stopped at a store and a market. I've gotten over my bartering fear after some serious psychotherapy and education from Berenice.. and made a few purchases. We also went to Friday Island and a fossil dig. This was somewhat of a bore, but the promise of lions held us in check... but sadly this fell through. But we have the game farm next weekend - with elephants, lions, etc!!!

However, on to the downslide in the next few weeks.

Kalk Bay

Today at school was a flop, my lesson did not go over so well. I had overestimated the student knowledge about South African history, thus my civil rights history lesson nearly drowned since all my comparisons to SA fell on deaf ears. After thinking about it, this makes sense since I did not do a lot of US history myself until 9th grade. So, tomorrow should be better. It's a good thing the timetable (schedule) is staggered here somewhat.

After school, Berenice, Avril, and I headed backto Kalk Bay to do some shopping at a store I liked so much. Unfortunately, it was closed! Shops close early here due to crime and it is winter. I was saddened. I could have easily dropped R300. There were many things I would have liked to purchase for friends and family, as well as myself. Tons of jewelry, books, mosaics, etc. Hopefully I can make it back another day.

Other exciting news, I may finally be getting a vehicle back home. I can only hope! Thanks Mom and Tracy :D On to tomorrow...

Sunday Funday

What a day. While most Sundays are lazy day in the U.S., not the case in the Cape. This is a day of church followed by an all day lunch excursion. Yet again, coffee and conversation. I wonder if I will be able to sleep this evening.

Church this morning at Midway was good, much more personal than any church service I have been to in the United States. We sang like more contemporary churches in the U.S. However, what struck me the most was the personal testimony. The church is run not by a pastor, but a sort of leader/elder program. And during worship/testimony time, random people stand to discuss their ideas and relations to Christ. It was wonderful to see the involvement opposed to passive participation in the audience. Anyone is allowed to stand and speak, reading verses and conveying their utilization in life. I was so encouraged, and hope I can find something like this at home. Additionally, I was very encouraged by a missionary couple who has been living and working in Lebanon for the last 13 years. They live in harmony with Muslims, athiest foreigners, and Christians alike at the Lebanon Evangelical School in Tyre (LEST). Their testimony was stunning!

After church, Berenice (my host mother and I) headed straight for Kalk Bay, where we browsed and ate some lunch... fish and chips for me. I will definitely have to visit here again, on a warmer day to buy some souveniers for friends and family. This one store we went into, I fell in love. Books and mosaic pieces galore! We spent the next 4 to 5 hours at lunch, chatting over coffee, food, coffee, and dessert. I was seriously engrossed in converation with Berenice's brother in-law Colin. I am much wiser now, about many things. Mostly about my ignorance. I have much to learn about the world. I was amazed and could listen to him talk for hours!

Now time to lesson plan for this week... the real work begins.

Rocks, Gardens, and Folly

Today was our second trip on Table Mountain, YAY! This time was a trail around the mountain about half the way down maybe. We began at the Rhodes Memorial at UCT and climbed up from there to meet the trail around. Again, it was incredible, apart from being exhausted. While everyone else gets to nap after school during the week, I am busy with extracurricular activities or being toted around by colleagues. Thus, my energy was next to zero. Anywho… it was great to see the MSU crew again today. The last three days felt like years, especially without phone or internet. Amazing how connected the world has become and how different it seems without these amenities.

Back to the hike… the path was unbelievable. I wish I could chronicle and video everything here. It was unreal: waterfalls, large boulders, streams, some wooded path, some rocky path, some flat bridged path. I could not have asked for a better trail myself! The only thing I could ask for is more knowledge to explore the off beaten parts or the stone stairways up! There were a few times when I did venture on to some rocks, and these were really not smart. Haha, but it is a good thing I like climbing and am not prone to injury (there were several times when I should have easily rolled or broken my ankles today). I climbed up this virtually straight up rock, wet and covered with moss and little footholds. I made it up and back down, not without some concern though. The next was up to a little cave on the other side of the waterfall… which was easy peasy compared to the first climb. Last included getting up to a large boulder, where I could have done cartwheels it was so flat on top. Again, not an easy climb nor descent, but thoroughly enjoyable nonetheless. From all this folly, I think I discovered I am meant to rock climb or something…. :D

Once finished, we were at the Kirstenboesh botanical gardens. And as much as I hate to say it, but it kicked the MSU botanical gardens to the curb! Location could have done that easily, but also with the variety of plants, grass areas, restaurants, etc. There was this one flower, called pleasant bird or something like that, that looked exactly like the wild creature's head in the movie "UP." It was unique and beautiful! I would definitely have loved to get lost in these gardens for hours, as well. Perhaps even enjoy a picnic like many of the families that were there. It seems that Cape Town keeps getting better and better.

Chat Chat, Coffee Coffee

In closing out the first week of my host stay, there are a few things about South Africa I have come to realize as truths. Conversation is endless, and coffee is a must. In my first few days, dialogue during dinner lasted for hours, literally. While I already knew this from my experiences at the restaurants during the tourist weeks, the homestay has brought a whole new understanding. My family and I have chatted on average at least three to four hours per night. With this extensive communication, coffee is also a requirement, as well as during most other parts of the day. Coffee for breakfast, coffee during meals, coffee for dessert, coffee for conversation… As I was trying to fall asleep last night and could not manage, it took me some great thinking as to the reason why – coffee!! Fortunately, yesterday was the only day I brought myself to have a mocca java coffee. I have stuck primarily to water or tea. Tom (one of my host members) has made a Brit out of me yet by getting me into drinking tea mixed with a bit of warm milk and a spoonful of brown sugar. I’m curious as to what other sorts of cultural exposure or trouble they will get me into next :D

School Day 3: Observations

Day 3 in the school consisted primarily of observations. I sat in on various teacher's classes in all different subjects to get a wholesome view of the school. While one might expect many differences, many things were the same. Rambunctious high school students eager to socialize with teachers continually focusing and prodding them to work. The major differences rest primarily in class size and physical environment. The school here I imagine is very different than most schools back home, largely closed in and outdoor cooridors. Also, while the classrooms are probably the same size, they seem smaller in relation to student numbers in each period but larger in regards to openness. There is a lack of clutter in these classrooms, unlike the U.S. which has things stacked in all sorts of places. More to come when I sort out my notes...

School Day 2: Chaperone, Soccer Skool

Today was an interesting day, from both a foreign and domestic perspective. I started the day by chaperoning a field trip for a jazz band performance on the Good Hope radio station at the South African Broadcasting Company (SABC). The students were doing a live performance broadcasted around the Cape for the first time in school history. Apparently, I am a part of a lot of first time things on this trip (Jazz Band, Cross Country Meet, Special Robbin Island tour, and a few other things I can't remember).

Anyways, after taking roll and collecting permission slips, we left S.P. (South Peninsula High School) at 8 o'clock to arrive at the station at 9. After unloading, the students set up, tuned their instruments, and practiced for the following hour. The program was supposed to start at 10, I think, but due to recording checks and waiting for the host, a very charismatic Nigel Pierce, the broadcast began at 10:15 and lasted for about 50 minutes.

In between each piece, Nigel interviewed various students about their musical career, as well as myself. I thought that unnecessary as I was not a participant, but merely an American teacher who was asked to come along, possibly out of need and possibly recruiting anybody who was willing to lend a hand. Anyways, it was wonderful to hear the encouragement and pleas to help continue these musical talents post-school. However, the best was hearing (and in my case seeing) the love the students had for the music. They also demonstrated exemplary behavior and respect for the studio, as well as themselves. I was proud of this, as well as their outstanding performance... and I barely knew any of their names. Mostly, it was hecka cool for all of us (and I imagine definitely the students) to be in a recording studio on live air. It will be something we all remember for life!

After this, we returned to the school around 12:30. I did some research in the computer lab for a short while, then proceeded to my mentor teacher's classroom. I mostly observed and worked on lesson plans for a period, then returned to the computer lab to find video resources for my lessons next week. After school, I "helped" Dominic run the girl's soccer practice. It was a struggle for all of us, as most girls were not serious and there just for fun, and I have hardly any soccer knowledge. Basically, I worked on passing drills- forcing the girls to kick left-footed. I so badly just wanted to do some skill drills... but A. I'm not sure how to teach the skills. 2. I'm not entirely sure what they could handle. And D. We had 2 soccer balls to work with for my portion of the practice (Home Alone fans better appreciate that!). Next week should go better since I know a little what to expect and we should have cones and more balls for next week's practice.

Tomorrow, Day 3 shall consist of more observations since I wasn't really in the school today. I am also going to observe various class subjects and teachers. I really want to sit in on some Afrikaans language classes, as well as some math and business classes to sort out some cultural comparisons. All the teachers in the building seem very friendly, but eager for me only to view certain classes - I wonder if they only want me to see the best. Fortunately, I made a friend in a younger teacher (maybe student teacher - Kyle) who will help me sort out some things, especially as a young staff member. We shall see :)

School Day 1: New Scene, Cross Country Chaos

So today was my first day working in the schools, and let me tell you it was hectic! My host mother and I arrived late to the staff meeting (ironic and meant to be since I am always last in everything), only to be ushered through the school with tons of questions. Students here are much more curious and fascinated than students back home when it comes to visitors.

The class periods today consisted of 40 minute sessions. Every day, timetables (schedules) are different. I can only best compare it to a block schedule in the United States, and even that is not a perfect correlation. For the first half of the day, I was ushered around and introduced to staff and classes. The second half of the day, I got thrown into the mix immediately. After lunch, I was headed to one of my mentor teacher's classes when I was greeted by her and asked if I could run the class so she could coordinate the first cross country meet ever held at the school. Thus, implementation strategy part one kicked in - keep the kids occupied with a cultural question and answer forum.

While a little overwhelmed, it was fascinating to hear of perceptions and opinions of the students. I can not express how many times I was asked if I had ever seen or met a celebrity in person. I'm not sure why, but I found this fascinating that they associate America primarily with celebrities. Additionally, students were often very intrigued as to how Cape Town was similiar to the United States, whether between food, landscape, lifestyle, etc. I also inquired this of them a great deal. I found it particularly striking that every student here answered that a steak gatsby was their favorite food here. I must try it, apparently. Literally, every student answered that.

As period 6 rolled into period 7... I ran out of cultural muster and had to revert to the old standby... Heads Up Seven Up to keep the class under control. It didn't work so well. Maybe after being thrown into the Lion's Den today (babysitting), I will come prepared with a lesson or two regarding the U.S. or parallels between aspects of the U.S. and South Africa. Beyond this, one main point of discussion today was also accents. Apparently they like mine a great deal, and they discovered I have a hard time tuning myself into theirs as I had to confirm multiple times what was being asked of me. Their English is fine; my lack of hearing however does not help while trying to decipher the accent... haha! Ohh Karen... Ít was most interesting to learn they are familiar with a U.S. accent, from all the TV shows and American movies they watch here. Thus, it is much easier for them to decipher me, than it is for me to.

After school, I had to hang around a while to help take times for a cross country meet. This was absolutely pure chaos, as the route was not planned until the end of the school day and lanes for various age groups were set up so close together. We also did not have the greatest method of taking/recording times. On the whole, I would guess it was very different than an Americn CC meet. However, it was great to see all the different schools and kids represented there. I was very grateful to get home at 6:30- after what seemed to be the longest day ever. Overall, a very interesting day for day 1!

Tomorrow, I get to chaperone a Jazz field trip. We shall see how day two proceeds...

Shark Cage Diving

In wrapping up the "fun" part of our study abroad in Suid-Afrika, our last few days were spent on a weekend trip to Hermanus and Cape Agullus (the Southern Most Tip of Africa). Saturday and Sunday we spent driving and sigh seeing mostly, stopping in some towns for meals and markets. Again, I avoided bartering after my traumatic experience before - realizing that I do not even like to be approached by sales people in the States, come to think of it. Anyways, the real adventures of the Cape of Good Hope and shark cage diving were well worth it.

To start, the drive to Cape Agullus was what seemed like eternity. We drove about three hours I think, to arrive for lunch in time at a quaint little lighthouse. Again, our meal was about an hour and a half to two and a half hours. Surprisingly, I have acclimated well to this trait of South African culture. Social conversation while waiting for meals, as well as aftering finishing the meal really has become the focus, rather than the food. This is not so different that the States, as it takes me forever to order a meal due to incessant conversation. The process here is just much extended, but enjoyable once immersed in discussion. After lunch, we were able to walk the 250 meters to the Cape, climbing rocks and venturing along the way. I so badly wanted to get out on to this once stretch of rocks, but wasn't able to due to too wide of water gaps between them. Again, I appreciated the climbing and the scenery - beautiful swells crashing along the cliffs.

Despite a great day at the Cape, the real adventure was shark cage diving. As anticipated, it was magnificent. It took us 15 minutes to reach our destination in the Atlantic Ocean, where ther is best visibility and where the boats can best lure the sharks in with bait. Thanks to some Dramamaine, the ride and overall trip were a success for others and myself. Unfortunately, a Dutch girl got seasick multiple times. Anyways, my trips in the cage went from uneventful to spectacular. My first trip included 15 minutes of waiting for a shark to come by - thus idling in the 55-degree water that was cold even with a wetsuit! However, ocne the sharks came, it was awesome!!! To be within three feet of a Great White Shark staring at you as it idled by was indescribably. The underwater pictures we took do not even fully capture the visuals, and definitely not the feelings./ I saw about 7 shark sitings during my first trip down.

After everyone else had been through once, second takers were allowed to go down again. Needless to say, my second trip was a once in a lifetime experience! Our group got to see multiple sharks aggressively chase the bait that was about 7 feet in front of our cage. And even better, after one rattled the cage with his fin while going by, he caught the bait and then rammed into our cage and go caught! RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! Since the crew member didn't pull the bait out fast enough, the shark caught it and got so distracted that it rammed its nose right into the viewing hole - literally within 3 inches of my thighs, as well as Jen's! It was definitely one of those moments where 500 thoughts run through your head within seconds. The main one"s were "Dear Lord, I really hope this shark can't get through this cage anymore... and how do I get out if it does???" Erin was smart enough to get to the top of the cage immediately, using me as a boosting post - hahahah! Surprisingly, maybe due to the shock, I wasn't really all that terrfied once I got out; perhaps, because I got out and I still had all my limbs. However, I was definitely frozen when I thought the shark was trying to get in the cage more and possibly bite my knees off. In reality, it was wriggling to try to get out of te cage. All I know is it is a story to tell for many years to come, and one to definitely hysterically laugh about with Erin and Jen! Ohhh Suid-Afrika... you are majestic :D

Profound Transformation

As people are aware, apartheid was an awful system that is still shaping the country of South Africa... even in its aftermath. Despite this truth, one story I found to be compelling was the transformation of an older Afrikaans farmer (Arno Reuvers) after his viewing of the film Invictus. Not only is it miraculous that such a change could occur in an older individual from a proud culture, but also from a Hollywood movie.

Visit http://www.letterstomandela.org/mandela_letters/?page_id=6 for this compelling story, as well as many other articles regarding amazing stories! If this link does not work, google "letters to mandela" or "arno reuvers." I hope you enjoy as much as I did!

Critical Inquiry from UCT

After reading my last post and reflecting on topics covered in our UCT sessions, I realized I forgot some of the questions that I was most engaged with and were left relatively ambiguous. There are a couple of points I wanted to pose to others, for further understanding as well as to challenge you to think about a few things.

The first was statistics on how other countries recruit their teachers. Top countries recruit from the top 30% of their students. For example:

South Korea 5%, Finland 10%, Singapore 30%

I am unsure of the United States statistics on this, but I feel it is probably top 50%. Sadly, our teachers are not highly esteemed, like these other countries. This is probably because we do not pay our teachers very well, nor hold them in high regard. Everyone thinks that they could do a better job or that teachers don’t deserve their salaries whether because of jealousy of summers off or the old saying “Those who can’t do teach.” Perhaps this is because we do not have the smartest people teaching. But perhaps this is because these people who have gone through extensive college years and training are not valued. It is a double edge sword. Curious as to what others think about this… Should we change our standards for our teachers? Or should we just become better informed about what they do? Also, can we stand to pay our teachers more, or will this further bankrupt our state governments?

In addition to this, I was fascinated to discover the role of Hollywood across the world. Almost every movie poster I have seen here is a mainstream American movie. People are not joking about our globalization influence. This makes me think of another point from UCT, about American perceptions about Africa. According to a study done by a Michigander a while ago, apparently most Americans believe Africa to be jungle and barbaric because of the movie Tarzan. Yes, Tarzan! And to think, people disagree that Disney movies do not influence kids! The subtle messages we miss everyday. Amazing.

In addition to these fascinating points, a couple of other philosophical points intrigued me. In 2008, there were extensive xenophobic attacks in South Africa. (Fear of foreigners). 69 people were murdered, while millions of others were injured and displaced. While some may say we do not exhibit xenophobia in the United States, we definitely do with our immigration fears. I am interested if people think such violence could occur in our country?! Personally, I do not think it will because I think socially we condemned that kind of behavior with the end of the violence during the Civil Rights. However, I am curious what other people think. Also, what do you think is a viable solution to our fears and anger regarding immigration? What is a practical solution? How do we deal with these fears across borders while respecting each other and not fearing distance? Is the only fear about immigration an economic one?

Lastly, one comment struck me throughout the week: “Is the type of schooling received in this country appropriate for the needs of this country and the issues/systems that students are stepping into? A.k.a: What would be the most appropriate education for South African students? On another note, what would be the most appropriate education for U.S. students? My thoughts go directly to social education for South Africa because there are such extensive social issues that exist here, but you could also say that about the United States as well, but in a different context. Of course math and science must be emphasized so countries can compete internationally and on a technological scale, but we also must extensively prepare students for the social situations they will likely face. Racial and class therapy are crucial for South Africa in my opinion, and attention to global influence is necessary in the United States. What are your thoughts?

Spoiler Alert

WARNING: IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE HARRY POTTER MOVIE, AVOID THIS POST UNTIL AFTER VIEWING!

So I went and saw the last Harry Potter film this evening, and I was unaware a movie could be butchered so much! While all movies cannot be perfect screen adaptations, usually small things being altered along with some big things, there were so many essential things that were messed up that it was ruined. I literally knew 10 minutes in that the movie would not be a good one. About half way through I had checked out completely, in which I proceeded to find the film a comedy since I thought it was so terrible.

However, in trying to critique the film from the perspective of an unknowledgeable audience, it may be enjoyable. It was very intense and simplified complex scenes from the book for such an audience to understand. But beyond the dramatic aspects of this altered film that may be riveting, there were a few concerns about the technical elements. The film did not contain great transitions, as scenes were sort of chopped together. Also, the comedic relief was placed in odd/inappropriate places. But on the whole, the film did hold viewer’s interest due to the intensity of the plot.

From the other perspective (the informed reader), the film was quite shocking in the variation from the film. Although depicting the major ideas that the horcruxes had to be destroyed before the defeat of Lord Voldemort, the majority of it was far-fetched and largely distorted from the story. Beyond smaller and less important things that were excluded from the film such as George’s missing ear or the lack of Dumbledore’s family backstory, the major disturbing adaptations included:

• During the final battle between Voldemort and Harry, it was not alone and there was never any physical confrontation. The duel occurred in the Great Hall, in front of everyone, as Harry explained why he possessed the Elder Wand
• Voldemort’s ability to feel when a horcrux was destroyed. He could not feel nor was weakened when a horcrux was destroyed. The realization of Harry’s knowledge of the horcruxes only fueled Voldemort’s anger and urgency; it did not weaken him.
• Harry coming forth from the student body to Snape. This was largely misconstrued as Harry was searching the castle for the lost diadem and a method to destroy the horcruxes. This direct revelation was obviously for dramatic effect – confrontation and bravery on the part of Harry and the Order.
• Harry never destroyed the Elder Wand. Additionally, he fixed his own wand, planning to take the Elder Wand to the grave with him. Again, this was for dramatic conclusive effect – an obvious action to the audience that all was done and over.
• Neville killed the snake before Harry even started trying to kill Voldemort, as there would be no horcruxes left!

Other small details that are not crucial to the main plot line but altered that could easily have been depicted were:

• Snape’s memories were not as tears.
• Snape never visited Godrick’s Hollow.
• Voldemort killing Snape was in the Shrieking Shack, not in a boathouse.
• Right voices during the Polyjuice potion scene with Hermione as Bellatrix.

On the whole, the film may have been enjoyable if either the larger or the smaller things alone would have been properly depicted. However, since there was such a vast difference between so many things, it seemed so disconnected from the book. While every true Harry Potter fan will go see the movie since it was the last one, I cannot stress enough what a disappointment this was, especially considering it was the final chapter to close out the series. I am truly sorry for the entire Harry Potter fanatic fan base. Good luck with the film.

Lessons from UCT

This week has been extensive, exploring deep complex issues interwoven throughout many aspects of society, as well as multiple societies. Obviously, we examined a lot of information regarding South African schools. A lot of this information was mind blowing!

In South Africa, due to the effectiveness of apartheid in the past and struggles for widespread transformation and overhaul for equitable education, only 30% of South African children read at grade level. Although this may be remedial literacy, at least it is not illiteracy. However, what was more disturbing than this was my discovery of NEETs. Apparently, this term refers to children who merely dropout, disappear out of the school system, and all together. Actual statistics report 3 million NEETs, but in reality it is probably closer to 6 million. To imagine, 6 million children unaccounted for, not only by schools but by society!

In addition to this disheartening information, I was also extremely surprised to discover that unions practically run the schools over here. When one would think that the government would, it is really the unions according to experts and statistics, as well as heart wrenching stories. We were informed that a man who achieved a certain post in a certain school was murdered since he was from another union. Such a radical idea…

Lastly, I was surprised to find out that discipline in South Africa is a prominent issue. Everyone I every spoke to told me that I would not be concerned about discipline, since education is emphasized and valued much more here. However (and obviously this is not national and depends on the type of school examined), discipline is a large issue here so much that corporal punishment is used. Although illegal, corporal punishment is sadly still utilized because students are unaware of their rights. Consequently, it will be hard to see teachers in my school use this method on students. I don’t think I will have to because my principal doesn’t even adhere to O.B.E (Outcome Based Education), which is awesome of him. He does what is best for his students, teaching them the skills they need to have, rather than just to the tests they will face federally. After extensive days at UCT, it was great to not only get back into school mode, but learn a great deal about South Africa and critical issues pertaining to history, education, and social justice :)

University of Cape Town

Today began our orientations and presentations for the week at UCT! I am convinced I am supposed to study abroad, forever! I loved the day... while exhausted, I was mentally engaged and curious the entire time. Learning about education in South Africa to more extensive details about Robben Island and District Six was captivating. I couldn't shut my mouth with questions I had. More to come when I organize my notes and we complete our second rounds of presentations on Wednesday. Pictures to follow. We got a great one of the large steps leading up to Jameson Hall with the mountains towering in the background :)

Also, we had a chicken curry wrap for lunch today. I was scared for curry, but it was a 'mild' curry. Boy, was I surprised! It was great. While a bit of a kick at the end, I ate two it was so good. Also for dinner we had a chicken, sweet potato, rice combination that was very appetizing. Everything I have tried so far, apart from the ProNutro and the Marmite, I could eat on a regular basis!

Tomorrow is our session with Jonathon Jansen and a sit in from study abroad students from Vanderbilt. We better make Spartans proud in leading the discussion forum! GO GREEN!

Random Adventures from Cape Point and Boulders

The last few days have slowed down a bit, thankfully. My system was a little depleted after our hike and after little sleep for days. Whether jet lag or just not fully acclimated, I am exhausted every day - sleeping in every car ride with the other now seemingly narcoleptics on the trip. We toured the other side of the peninsula and went to Boulders to see the penguins. We were supposed to be able to swim, but that fell through. Sad day. We also encountered some baboons on the drive, in the middle of the road. It was fascinating to see them play, literally eat fleas off one another, and fight. Yes, we witnessed a baboon fight - lots of screeching. Awesome!!

Dinner at a church last night was incredible. We had lamb, a chicken pot pie type thing, yellow rice, sweet potatoes, and a delicious mint pudding/cake type dessert. It was phenomenal. The best meal here so far. Beyond the excellent food, I was so excited to listen to one of the church's singing groups "His men." They were phenomenal, with such sincere hearts and worship to strangers. I had to fight back tears not only at their beautiful voices, but the lyrics were so amazing. I definitely want to purchase their cd.

Additionally, I met part of my host family : Tom and Ruth Jardin. I am ready to have fun with them, as South Africans have a great sense of humor - often cracking jokes and poking fun. Everyone I have encountered during our extended stay is so happy and friendly! I am coaching soccer with their daughter (my mentor teacher) at the school, thankfully receiving some assistance from Corvell's son Dominic! One week until the real fun begins when we leave our resort Deo Gratia for the host families. This place just keeps getting better and better :)

Hiking Table Mountain

Day 5 (Dag Vyf)

By far my most anticipated and favorite day. We rode the cable car up the mountain to hike our way down! The ride up was neat, as the floor rotated inside the car so all passengers could see all views. Once on top of the mountain, one cannot describe the scenery. I could have taken a thousand pictures, and even the thousand words that each one would be worth could not convey the beauty. We were able to walk around on the top of the mountain, examining different shops or monuments on the top. An interesting one was a topographic structure of the mountain and the south of Cape Town, demonstrating the Twelve Apostles (twelve peaks) of the mountain. I found it compelling that the Atlantic Ocean was listed on both sides of the landscape, since apparently there is large debate about where the Indian and Atlantic Oceans meet.

After an hour and a half or so on the top of the mountain, we began our nearly five hour descent down. What should take an hour without stops, took an extensive amount of the day, as well as the night! Yes, we hiked down the mountain for about two hours during nightfall. Thankfully, the moon was bright. Sidetracked by gorgeous caverns, boulders, gorges, etc. and the need to assist fellow crew down, we finally got off the mountain around 8:30... the sun setting at 6! I was sad to miss the waterfall toward the bottom, as well as the beautiful carved stairs that moonlight barely shed light on, but thankfully the secondary group has an extra day to explore on a hike up on August 15th!

On the whole, the best part of the day was venturing to spots off the beaten "path" on the way down. The descent was not easy, but the exploration of places toward the sides with cliffs and little crevices was by far my most favorite. I could have camped on that mountain, if the weather permits... it did that night thankfully! We are so lucky it was clear, warm, and dry that night! However, I absolutely cannot wait to get back up on Table Mountain, as well as hike others in the future :D

Sight Seeing on the Peninsula

Day 4

Today was a day of sight seeing. We drove all around the peninsula of Cape Town, and one cannot begin to describe its beauty. Sadly, I am unable to describe it in words it was so breathtaking. However, I can clearly describe the bit of culture shock I endured at the market this morning. I hardly learned to barter at a stand the day before and thus did not want to fully participate, yet was thrown into the lion’s den in the morning. If you merely stop at a stand for three seconds, one better be prepared to be persuaded. It was hard just wanting to browse and not wanting to offend. When I eventually tried to bargain for a bag but didn’t want it at the going price, a sales woman latched onto my arm, trying to convince me to ask for money from my friend. I did not want to forcibly remove her arm, but could not get away. Thus, I was being torn between the woman and my friend. It was quite alarming that she did not let me go for about five minutes, since I could just not bring myself to forcibly say “NO!” Thus, bartering may be put into the hands of others in the future, as I was deeply rattled.

On a better note, the scenery was phenomenal and my fellow study abroad friends amazing. For dinner, we had a Gatsby – which is a sort of a large sub. It had spicy chicken, lettuce, French fries, and a sauce. It was enormous, but delicious. Everything here seems to have fries… or chips as they call them here. The other day we had a chip roll – literally a French fry sub. Everything I have tried so far, apart from the ProNutro has been wonderful. Not exactly a home cooked meal, but good nonetheless :D Keep on bringing on the South African ways!

Taal Monument & Franschoek

Day 3

The day started with what was supposed to be a quick visit to an Afrikaans monument (Taal Monument). This turned into quite the adventure, as we spent a while climbing on various parts and taking photos. The view was incredible though. Although the monument honors Afrikaans, which some think represent Apartheid, it was a neat structure as it was commemorative of the many influences of the language – European, Asiatic, African. Despite a tarnished history, the language deserves much credit for combining many languages and influences and to endure many attacks.

Next, we toured Franschoek and visited a beautiful winery. For lunch, we ate at a little French restaurant, seeing how many cultures permeate South African culture since we were in this little French rural town. I ate a calamari salad, with wild rocket (lettuce), red peppers, and paprika dressing. The winery was intriguing as well, not as beautiful as could be since it was winter, but amazing nonetheless. Wonderful to experience South African lands, as well as some of their oldest wine.

We ended the day at a Cattle Baron, where we learned it is custom for dinner to last at least 3 hours in South Africa. It is less about the meal, and more about the socialization. Thus, when ordering food, it will not arrive for at least 45 minutes to an hour. And once done eating, one stays to chat for a long time. Oddly enough too, if one orders water, you are only given one small glass since it is expected you order a drink you have to pay for. I quickly learned how dependent I am upon drinking during meals. Sadly, I must carry my water bottle everywhere as a result. However, I am glad to learn of the differences that lead my life versus the lives of others.

Robben Island and District Six

Day 2

Started this day with a little bit more enjoyable of a breakfast - cornflakes with some sprinkled sugar and toast. On the whole, today was a largely fascinating yet emotional day with the tours of Robben Island and the District Six Museum. To start, our group received a once in a lifetime tour as our mentor, Corvell, ran into a former student who worked on the island. We were able to not only visit the maximum security prison where Nelson Mandela among many other political prisoners were held, but also the medium security facility, the house arrest facility for Robert Sobukwe, and the lime quarry.

Things learned from such visits ranged from facts that the maximum security prison was built by the prisoners themselves to prisoners secretly teaching one another literacy skills in the lime quarry. It was amazing that the tour guides consist of former political prisoners, who come back to tell the story of education and hope for the future rather than merely the horrors of what they went through. Our guide personally spent 11 years of his life there! As we toured, I thought of how I would go insane in a week, let alone imagine sleeping on rugs before bunkbeds came to the prison, or that there was a class system within the prison. Based on classification as either Coloured, Asiatic, Bantu, etc., people received different privileges and food stipens. I was encouraged to hear our guide Victor say prisoners fought for other prisoner's rights, despite large personal risk of losing their own privileges and being thrown into solitary confinement for 7 days without food. Lastly, it was phenomenal to learn of the tradition of the rock pile Mandela and other former prisoners created at the lime quarry. Apparently, leaving such a stone behind when leaving is a universal tradition throughout the world, only fetching it when you return home.

After this special event, we visited the District Six Museum where we learned of the atrocities committed against many people during the relocation and destruction of an entire district for white purposes. Houses, churches, streets, everything - gone! When the 1950 Group Areas Act finally came to be utilized in regards to District Six in 1966, the area was marked for whites only and forever altered. The landscape, considered valuable land, remains unused and generally wasted in comparison to how many lives were altered in the process of the extensive destruction. Sadly, this was a very cohesive diverse community... not only blacks, but Coloureds, Asiatics, Indians, etc. The anger I felt to know that such an area was wiped out for the color of peoples' skins enraged me. Our speaker said something so striking "Animals kill out of need, whereas humans kill to kill... because of two things: greed and selfishness." I can not help but feel this will resonate with me the rest of the trip and the rest of my life. It was so promising yet almost unbearable to observe the commemorative map somewhat started of all the streets and neighborhoods that no longer exist. Constructed on some sort of large tarp or canvas with acrylics or oil pastels, this map was incredible with details added by individual people to mark whom had lived where or what existed in various places. This is a message I find to be more awful than anything of our Civil Rights Movement, sadly, and is one that needs to be incorporated into Civil Rights Studies! On the whole, a very educative day... both mentally and emotionally.

Dag Een (Day One): Cheetah, Mountains, and Malls

Day 1

Started the day with a little culture shock in breakfast with ProNutro. It seemed like it would be a much finer oatmeal type dish, fine grain mixed with warm milk and some sugar. However, relatively tasteless and not the greatest texture once began. This was followed by a required taste test of Marmite, which is a yeast jam made here. Literally everyone gagged; Corvell doesn't even like it.

Mostly, we ran errands, exchanging money - at 6.8 rand per 1 dollar. Converting in my head is not an easy process. It feels like I am playing with monopoly money. Additionally, we had to find adaptors and appliances since the voltage is different.

The highlight of the day was definitely petting a CHEETAH! It was maybe for like 10 minutes. It's fur was not as coarse as I had expected, but I did learn a few things about cheetahs. They have extremely weak immune systems - thus our need to sanitize our hands and soles of our shoes. We had to approach the cheetahs from behind and only pet in one direction (down) on their back or sides since they are extremely ticklish creatures. Only trainers are allowed to pet their necks, heads, or legs. It was neat to hear them purr, louder than a normal house cat.

Most definitely an experience I will not forget.

First travels abroad

In finally landing in South Africa, it was unfortunate that our first experience had to be at McDonald's. However, the reason for this is cultural related since it was 23:00/11 p.m. and it was one of the few restaurants open late night (after 22:00/10 p.m.). Thus, I was grateful to eat at all after a 29 hour plane ride. Also, it was interesting to interact with the first young adults of South Africa, whom degraded us as Americans. Not surprising since foreigner opinions of Americans are not too high, however surprising in the degree of rudeness they exhibited; such I would not expect of U.S. citizens at all. They stated "You're American, well that is unfortunate," as well as "Make sure to load up," - referring to our food and obesity statistics. I do not think this reflects the country as a whole or even a majority, but just relatively intriguing for our first experience abroad. I am excited for our first few days of tourist type activities, as well as to experience food and culture here!