These lyrics have been playing on repeat in my head since I landed in Amsterdam yesterday. The thought of having time here prior to going to Africa was to help adjust to the time change. I believe it has also been a good transition for me to remind me how many different ways there are to live this life.
Our first stop was Dam Square. The photo above is of the Royal Palace. I had a ‘moment’ there. I was overcome by emotion. The thrill of being in a new place. The contagious energy of the city. The joy of having had safe and smooth travels.
My parents are my travel companions for the first month of my journey. Here we are in Dam Square. I am lucky to have parents who not only can do a trip like this but also want to. Having been here before my parents generated a “to do” list that included many Amsterdam highlights including the Anne Frank House, the Van Gogh Museum, and the Rijks Museum.
The canals are beautiful. Bikes line the streets and bridges.
This is the view from the Anne Frank House looking across the street. It is hard to imagine that as a child, Anne walked these streets. I found the tour of the house provoked many of the same emotions I have felt in the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum. Patrons were silent as they walked through the house. I believe the house and Frank’s story have been shared widely to ensure that history is never repeated again in that way. However, I fear that Trump’s thoughts and actions about the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) has a similar impact on youth. Children, like Anne, who have nothing wrong are put in a position where they pay for things they cannot control. I am hopeful that we will learn from history and protect all children, from all backgrounds.
Walking through the Red Light district was hard for me. (Not only was it awkward because I was with my parents, but it was disturbing for me.) I couldn’t help but think of Half the Sky by Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. This book explores the oppression of women throughout the world. Kristof and WuDunn make their points by using personal anecdotes and then strengthen their arguments with statistics. In Amsterdam over 900 prostitutes work in the Red Light District everyday. I can’t wrap my head around this fact or this topic. A sign on the street read, “Sex work is work” indicating that woman have the right to use their bodies to secure financial gain. However, there are power dynamics to consider. Sexism. Cohesion. Free will. Choice. Education. Opportunities. Once again, I am made painfully aware of my own privileges.
I loved this sign. “I Amsterdam.” It was extremely crowed in the front. My thought of capturing this sculpture from the back was to indicate that they are Amsterdam. So many people, languages, ethnicities, shapes, sizes… I love it!
This is the view from the street where our hotel is located. This city reminds me of Buenos Aires in many ways. It has a similar energy- a certain zest for life.
This is a short post- as I am to get ready for bed soon. We have a flight to catch first thing in the morning to Africa. I am still getting used to WordPress and am now adjusting to writing posts on an iPad, so PLEASE leave suggestions in the comments for how I can improve the reader’s experience.
I was raised in the Methodist church, and although I am no longer religious Wesley’s message resonates with me. It is a call to action, a cry for service, a request for compassion.
Wesley’s message has been on my mind recently. How can one person make a positive impact in the world? It seems so daunting when the daily news is filled with loss, suffering, and trauma. Yet, I see glimmers of hope that inspire me. The follow story is one of those glimmers.
As the school year came to an end, I searched for a summer job. I decided to work at a local restaurant called Nora’s. Although I didn’t have any serving experience, I thought that the perks of a short commute, cash tips, and evenings off made it a great option.
The purpose of getting a summer job was to earn money to put towards my work with Project Wezesha. Working at a breakfast diner is far from glamorous, but I got to meet interesting characters and witness authentic human interactions.
I was working the counter one day. It was busy as usual. A man motioned for me to come over. I had served him before. He was burly, in his 40s. He wore a black leather jacket with weathered jeans. He looked the part of a motorcycle rider in a Hollywood film. He had kind eyes. He whispered, “Do you know what RAK is?”
Now anyone that knows me can attest to the fact that all pop-culture references are lost on me. Was this a band? An app? I didn’t know. He explained the acronym.
Random Acts of Kindness. Of course I knew what that mean! He proceeded to tell me that in addition to his bill, he wanted to pay for the two people at a table nearby who he didn’t know. He wanted the fact that their bill had been paid for kept a secret until they were ready leave and above all, he wanted it to be anonymous.
I was thrilled to be a player in this game of RAK. It gave me goose-bumps. It helped restore hope in humanity and reaffirmed my belief that people are innately good.
When I think of this story and reflect on Wesley’s quote, making a positive impact seems more manageable. It is a good reminder that being kind doesn’t always require an extreme sacrifice or significant gesture. It can be simple.
I am tired of the news; fake or otherwise. I want to scream to all politicians and media outlets, “We Have a Situation on our Hands!” It is time we do something about it. It is time Ido something about it.
Have you heard of the Sustainable Development Goals? They set out to achieve three extraordinary things by 2030—ending poverty, combating climate change, and fighting injustice and inequality.
If the Global Goals are to be achieved by 2030 we’ve got a lot of work to do! We must turn our ideas into action.
My personal belief is that if you see someone who needs help, help them. It is your responsibility to do so. It is my responsibility. It is our responsibility.
These Global Goals cause us to think beyond ourselves, to stretch out of our comfort zone, and to make sacrifices so that others can have opportunities to thrive as we have. (I’ll leave that as ‘we’ because if you are reading this #1 You speak English #2 You are literate and #3 You have access to internet. You already have SO much going for you!)
It is my responsibility to take on the Global Goals and I am doing so in my own way. My focus is on the following goals: #4. Quality Education and #5. Gender Equality because of my ability to help in these categories. I can use my resources, experiences, and networks to make a difference. That is why I am going to Tanzania to volunteer at a rural secondary school.
I saw this video years ago. The Girl Effect: The Clock Is Ticking. I encourage you to take 3 minute and 4 seconds to watch it. The video articulates evidence from a growing body of research that educating young girls improves entire communities.
Today is the end of my journey. At the same time, it is the start of my next adventure. Today marks my last day at Journeys School, where I have worked for the past nine years. I have worn many hats there including; Spanish teacher, advisor, director of the middle school, k-12 coordinator of faculty training and operations, capstone teacher and more. Although I have not earned a degree from Journeys School, it has played a fundamental role in my education as a person and professional. Thus, I will add it to the steps along my educational journey.
I am thankful for the community of learners and educators I have been a part of. Each of you has shaped me into the person I am today.
Here are some of the lessons, ideas, and topics I am taking with me: place-based education, the sustainability triangle, design thinking, growth mindset, integrated curriculum, standards-based grading, professional learning communities, the waterline model, SO much information about the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem… The list could go on for hours.
When I think about volunteering in a rural village in Western Tanzania my heart flutters with excitement, I have not felt this way in over a decade. I start to dream and strategize ways to be an agent of positive change.
I am at a crossroads in my life. I have had a decade of growth, exploration, and reflection. I am ready to take my insights into the next chapter of my life as I refine my career goals. I have something to give to the children and villagers of Mgaraganza: my experience, my passion, my compassion.
My intention is to help others, and yet I am aware that this experience is already transforming me. I believe this experience will be mutually beneficial. I will impart my knowledge of best practices in education to others and in return, I will bring back what I learn from a non-industrialized country that will further my impact in the U.S.
I recently sent this e-mail to Teton County Democrats.
I shared my concern with my friend Brynn Powell. Brynn’s response was so hopeful and compassionate. She told me, “Kate… the work that you’ll do in Africa is what you can do about the state of the world.” Thanks, Brynn, for reminding me to see the bigger picture.