Tuesday, April 23, 2013

mi día normal

Well I was stuck on this, "what should I blog about?" question. Then I realized how that anymore I am just living here. Which I think is a very under advertised thing you do as an exchange student. But, after having little less than two months left here I have realized my life here is just a schedule. Just like back home, because I have completely adapted to all of this. Though as a student going into a program you don't think that you will be in a routine. However, I have been trapped by it once again, so I decided I shall share my average day with you all. Though not too exciting, it is how my life is here almost every day.


      SO! I will describe my usual Friday, because it is one of the less head nodding days of my week.


My everyday has the obligatory wake up time at five fifty in the morning. This is in order to get in the bathroom before my sisters so that I can have at least five minutes before I get kicked out. Then I pack my lunch and we (my sister Saida and mom) get in the car for the average hour to hour and a half commute to school in the center of Asuncion. The ride is the most endorphins you will get in a life time every morning considering the amount of traffic laws broken, and animals hit. This picture above is the usual course of action to try to get ¨out¨of traffic for two seconds by driving in the shoulder of the road. To make a third unofficial lane... Yes its illegal, yes we were currently in that ¨lane.¨
 
see that BEAUTIFUL black cloud? yea thats the air pollution... great way to start the day.
 
On Fridays in my school there is an orientation with the whole school announcing things happening on the weekend or week to come. You see small children? That is because my school is K-12 just like most all of the schools here.
 
After orientation we are off to class! I have: science, math, politics, sociology, physiology, Spanish literature, English (I am so good at this class its CRAZY), PO (advanced math), and the best one PE where I get to serve volleyballs and everyone gets angry at me because I serve to well. I am currently on the volleyball team and debate team. School is good though not too exciting. I was resorting a lot to reading a book while in English class but the worst thing ever happened... my kindle broke… (So if anyone feels like donating towards Elizabeth’s new kindle fund let me know :p). The picture above is me and all my classmates! We all get along pretty well they are fun people. They are a lot more educated than the usual Paraguayan kid so it makes the conversations more interesting. 
 
After school on this particular Friday I invited some of my AFS friends to my house to get fatter and then go out. This is the getting fatter part.
 
we just hung out on my patio and talked for hours as usual.
However, on normal nights at eight o´clock we usually eat dinner together  as a ¨family¨ though it never really  turns into any good conversation, just eat and then go back to the TV.
 
This particular night some of us decided to go out to the club, which is a usual activity, for us on the weekends. We left my home around 9pm and I arrived back the next day at 8am. We do not do this every weekend because it takes days to catch up on sleep. This particular day we went to Pirata and we met a group of people passing though Paraguay there were ten people for Sweden, three people from Holland and one person from Korea and France. Though none of us could understand why they went to Paraguay it was great to talk to them and see the types of people that they are.

The funniest part of meeting foreigners in Paraguay is that they say simple accomplishments like, ¨oh yea we took the bus here¨ with complete pride and I am thinking ¨yea big deal?¨ but, then I remember the first day I was in Asuncion. I was looking at all the traffic and the busses completely terrified. And now I am some of the best business for these busses considering I use them to get ANYWHERE in Paraguay. It will be weird going back to Colorado and not have that type of knowledge. Not because I do not know where the buses are, but because the only reason I know how to anywhere here is because of the amount of times I have been completely and utterly lost. That is when you really learn how to get around a city. In the begging I would simply get on a bus and stay on until it stopped, just to see how far I could take it and where it passed. 
 



Monday, April 8, 2013

Dont just survive, be alive;


 “I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet.”



            You know how every so often you have those moments in life where you decide you will never take anything you have for granted? That moment where you see someone that has not eaten in days, or a ten year old girl carrying around a baby and she is pregnant, and you say I will never take all the fortune in my life for granted again? I had that moment twice the other day when I went on the bus to meet my friends. I am sitting listening to my iPod looking how dirty and gross my shoes were thinking that I need to by some new ones because they suck and how I have freakishly large feet and hands. And then the people on the bus start parting ways. I look down the bus to see nothing, and then I see this man and his wife laughing. The man is moving himself along with his hands because he was missing both of his legs. His hands were covered in dirt ,but he looks up at all the people and says ¨I´m sorry I don’t know what I am eating, but I just am not getting any taller!¨ with the biggest grin. As the bus halts and he climbs down the bus with his hands. I thought to myself wow. Tears filled my eyes by simply how beautiful that man has to be only by seconds of seeing him. That he can make life his own, he does not choose the easy way out. Once he left I reflected on how self centered I can be in my own life. And how there are many opportunities that I do not take advantage of, just because I do not feel like it.  But, unlike this man, I have two legs. Two more reasons to do twice the things that he can´t do in life. As I am in the middle of this process a man walks on the bus with a guitar. This is quite a normal event; they arrive sing and then collect money. But, this man was different, he was missing his hand. I looked around to see if this was my mind just messing with me, but all the other passengers had the same look of, ¨how many missing body parts are we going to see today?¨ this man starts playing guitar with one arm!  Strumming with his stump and singing to the music. These moments pass as do all. And it makes me think what I can do to be better and do better and live better. I have realized that at many points in our lives we are stagnant and just surviving. We are content with our routine and though not joyful we are complacent and not sad. I think as people of opportunity and intelligence we owe ourselves more, owe the world more. Don’t just survive be alive. Chase life. Because, who knows one day you could be that person that has been though life and realized you never lived it.