Thursday, July 26, 2012

The Story of Why a Girl from Illinois Went to Costa Rica


Junior Project. Those are two words that every high schooler attending Rivermont Collegiate will encounter. Together, they mean fifteen hours of community service and a speech in front of the whole school. Now, oftentimes the service hours are completed at local hospitals or nursing homes, which is great, because, after all, volunteering is volunteering no matter where you do it; every little bit counts. In fact, I was thinking along the same lines up until the moment my mom pointed out that I should be thinking differently. I should be thinking in terms of originality and creativity. I should be doing something new and exciting, something that I may suddenly realize is my thing or that I learn I don't like at all. 

So, I stayed up late and completed a little research (that is to say googling "volunteer opportunities") and this is what I found, "International Volunteer Opportunities for High School Students". That was the turning point in my hunt for a project. That was what changed my thoughts from local to global. I ran with it. I started searching things like "volunteer abroad," and anyway, somehow I found my way to GLA.

My first thought was that I'd like to go to the Galapagos Islands, but my mother told me "no". Her one stipulation was that I had to find a place with a direct flight from O'hare to there. Long story short, once a week there's a flight from Chicago to Liberia, Costa Rica, and that's the one I took. 

Before I left, I found myself thinking typical teenage thoughts. Like "What if I hate it there?" or "What if nobody likes me?" and as a French-speaker, "What if I get lost and don't know enough Spanish to ask anyone?" The questions went on and on, but I just tried not to think about all the bad things that could happen instead focusing on the good. I was really looking forward to meeting new people—both locals and other kids in the program. To be honest, though, I had only a vague idea of what the program was about. I did not know what to expect at all. 

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