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Experiencing Through Stories by Ben Montgomery

I went into this summer expecting to gain practical experience, learn about nonprofit work, and contribute something to the organization I am working with. So far this has all proven true, but what has taken me by surprise is that the most powerful part of my experience has come from stories. I am spending my summer working with ICDI (Interfaith Community for Detained Immigrants), an organization that responds to the many needs of immigrants in Chicago. Participants in ICDI programs, detained immigrants, asylum seekers, volunteers, and staff all have a story of how they ended up where they are and what they are doing to try to improve the situation. In the four weeks that I have been working with ICDI I have been lucky enough to have listened to many of these stories. Part of what I do is spend Thursday mornings in a detention center speaking with detained immigrants who have found themselves in an unfortunate situation due to a vast range of circumstances. Hearing their stories, each one so different from the next, is not something easily accessed outside of this niche environment. Stories of walking through the jungle in South America, fleeing political oppression in Bangladesh, and separation from family members at the U.S. border. Some tell these stories as if they are simply a part of life, assumedly something that everyone has gone through and had to deal with. Others tell them while withholding tears at the remembrance of their journey or fear at the thought of returning to the places they have fled. Though all are different, all are impactful.

The most compelling story I can tell from my summer so far is from the day I spent in an immigrant detention center on the fourth of July. That day, outside was a celebration of freedom and the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for the ancestors of immigrants. Inside were thick white cinderblock walls, covered windows, armed guards, orange jumpsuits, and a solemn attitude brought on by the knowledge that what was being celebrated that day was something tragically unavailable to those wearing orange. Inside was a heavy tension induced by the all too evident awareness of this celebration in juxtaposition with the circumstances that weighed heavy on the hearts of the people detained. The story that day was one of a struggle for freedom. A struggle defined by arbitrary rules, obstacles, threatening circumstances, waiting, hoping, praying for an end to the circumstances that were keeping these immigrants from experiencing what most people outside of those walls and inside of our borders were celebrating. So far this summer, nothing has been as eye-opening and thought provoking for me as listening to the stories of detained immigrants, most innocent people simply seeking what I have always taken for granted especially on a day meant for celebrating freedom and liberty.

One of the most remarkable things about exchanging stories this summer has been the lack of disconnect between myself and those whose stories could not be more different from my own. There are of course intimidating factors that go along with entering a jail but these all quickly vanished as a I began speaking with people so different and yet so relatable. One would think that a social barrier would stand between a college intern and an asylum seeker or detained individual coming from a different part of the world and sharing a much different story, but conversation comes as naturally as talking to a peer at Valpo. Stories are shared and we all learn a little bit more about each other and the world we live in.  Almost all of the people I have met are more than willing to share their story and many are eager to hear mine, which took me by surprise at first. While I have certainly found value in the work I have had the opportunity to contribute to my placement this summer, easily one of the most valuable parts of my experience has been hearing the stories from the people I am fortunate enough to interact with on a daily basis.

T-Minus One Semester: Differing Shades of Uncertainty by Emily Nelson

As I wrap up my last three weeks in Washington, D.C., I’m reflecting on the mounting ambiguity that’s slowly creeping into my life. Some of these forces have been expected; the events that directly preceded or have happened during my stay make for a rather tumultuous timeline. My grandmother passed away, my parents have moved, and I’m entering my last semester of undergrad after the conclusion of this fellowship. I guess it’s consolation that many of my peers are in the same position of uneasiness heading into the future, but it’s troubling nonetheless.

I am very thankful that I’ve been able to spend my summer in D.C. This area is a networking hotspot, and running into dignitaries or prominent government officials is no surprise. A few weeks ago, I attended an Interfaith Community work meeting for my organization. The director of Asian American Pacific Islander Initiatives at the White House was present, and I got to meet her through LSA’s Vice President of External Affairs. A few weeks prior, I attended a Phi Beta Kappa networking reception, where I reconnected with one of the PBK event coordinators, who I met my first weekend here during a volunteering gig.

Lincoln Memorial at Night

Those opportunities stem from my position at Lutheran Services in America, one of the largest nonprofit networks in the U.S. For its size and breadth, the office is surprisingly calm. It’s rare that you can find peace in this city, but for how close it is to the Supreme Court, Capitol, and Library of Congress (literally all down the street), it’s a hidden gem. During my time here, I’ve finished a few projects, most of which had a wide berth of creative freedom. I coded and formatted survey data in Excel and Powerpoint, wrote my first concept paper, researched all of the organizations within LSA’s CYF (Children, Youth and Families) network, read a lot of material, and made an email list for my supervisor.

Washington Monument at Night

Whether it was at my desk or at home, I’ve realized just how difficult it is to be motivated when surrounded by ambiguity. As a psychology person, I’ve learned this through lecture; as lived experience, it manifests so clearly. Especially when the due date is loose, my ability to be efficient is severely tested. If projects require a significant amount of creative thought and time, it’s incredibly easy to lose your sense of purpose and drown in the technicalities. As a result, work environment, location, and compensation are all factors I’m considering in life after Valpo, and I feel better informed to evaluate options.

DC CAPS cohort featuring Eric Maruyama

Though I’m actively (or attempting to be) determining post-grad possibilities, I’m trying to be present in the moment here. The opportunities, sights, and friends are just too good to miss. And if there’s anything I learned from study abroad, it’s to give myself and the world around me the current moment, because our time is finite.

Fourth of July Fireworks from Balcony

Surprise! by Meg Main

  On my first day in the studio of ArtMix I met a boy by the name of Alex Smith. He was the first student I spent a longer period of time with. In the first encounter, we were equally instructed by the current teaching artist, Emily to make these items. I didn’t know it until after, but this TA is trying to figure out how to apply Alex’s skills and abilities to our Urban Artisans program’s work environment and product creation. 

  Urban Artisans is one of five programs that ArtMix runs throughout the calendar year. I think it’d be fair to say, this is the top program that we are known for throughout the city. ArtMix prides itself on working with all people of all abilities. In community class, participants come and go as they please every Wednesday. However, UA is a more specific program, which intends to assist 16-21 year olds to transition from an education oriented student to a more workforce minded capable young adult and potential employee. So, the students in the UA program actually have an internship where they receive checks and they come in to work according to their assigned schedule, no matter their level of ability. On a weekly basis, most of our TAs are investing in the UA program day to day more often than not. This being so, the ArtMix gallery is primarily UA creations that are put together by several students.

  So, on that day, Alex and I worked on an untraditional piece that a TA thought of specifically for Alex. I’m not certain how long Alex has been with ArtMix, but on that day, I spent the entire morning with him. At first we talked a little, but as the day grew later, he spoke less and for that matter, he worked less too. 

  Since that initial day, I’ve learned that ArtMix tends to work with ceramics, illustrations and felting. However, this past week, a TA, Carrie, was on vacation, therefore the week could be labeled a little more untraditional than most. On one of the days, Ms. Beverly visited and worked with students in the morning. Ms. Beverly is a local actress who teaches in addition at various camps and programs, ArtMix being one. The TAs assigned students to work with her, me being an intern to participate and assist. Ms. Beverly and I had two sessions that morning. 

  In the second session my friend, Alex, was present. Alex is a difficult student to work with. He listens to instruction and his actions prove that, but often when given a piece of clay or a paper and pencil, he’ll make his own thing, which tends to relate to a transformer. Additionally, when sitting with the entire group, Alex will often act. I’ve never really understood what he’s acting out, but he’ll speak and move his body as if he’ s in a performance. 

  So, last Tuesday in the second session, Alex along with approximately 7 other students and myself partook in Ms. Beverly’s activities. Eventually, we got to the part where we were to draw a card with an action or feeling and one person is to act that out, it’s basically charades. Knowing Alex, I was thinking he wouldn’t want to participate or be in front of people, but I was aware of his ability to act, just through observing him and listening to the TAs about him, so I was curious as to how Alex would respond with this activity. 

  At first, he stood there with his paper that said “surprised”. Eventually, I entered his scene and I knew how to help. After seeing his paper, I held my hands behind my back and I explained to him that the best box is behind me, it’s a wrapped transformers gift. I “handed” it to him and Alex intricately grabbed the box, held it with one hand, opened it and began his scene. In a very real way, one in which I could not have done better myself, Alex acted out being surprised by the gift from his own perspective. 

  Without a doubt, this will be my favorite memory from this summer. By simply doing my job, being observant and working to genuinely understand the population I encounter everyday, I was able to watch someone excel at something some people wouldn’t even attempt. After his scene, Ms. Beverly was astonished by his acting, Alex was smiling from ear to ear and I was SO proud of him. 

  There’s so much I’ve learned from Alex and every other student I’ve met, but this moment in particular reinforced an ArtMix goal of never giving up on these individuals, even if it is a silly ice breaker game. Beyond that, I’m reminded of how much value everyone holds, no matter their diagnosis or capabilities, everyone can do something that’ll knock your socks off, exactly like Alex did last Tuesday.

 

*Names were changed to maintain privacy*

Finding My Purpose by Madison Magiera

So, I am back from Ethiopia now and I have pretty much gotten adjusted back to living and working in Austin. I absolutely loved my time in Ethiopia! I learned so much about the global water crisis and about the lives of our Water to Thrive beneficiaries. The people of Ethiopia were consistently so friendly and welcoming. Despite not having many of the luxuries and comforts that we enjoy in the U.S., like running water, hot showers, washing machines, microwaves and accessible clean water, the people I met in the villages we visited were so joyful and thankful. They are grateful for the things they do have: friends, family, faith, love and happiness. It truly made me reflect on my life in the U.S. I think that a lot of times in the U.S., we connect happiness to material wealth and things. In reality, it is not things that create happiness. Our beneficiaries showed me that first hand. They lead hard and physically demanding lives, but the children are curious, playful and giggly, and the adults are humble and faithful, praising God over and over for the clean water they have received (I doubt any of us in the U.S. have thanked God for our tap water lately).

Driving for hours to water project sites gave me a lot of time to reflect on my life and all that I was learning on my trip. For most of the trip, we did not have Wifi or internet, which I actually enjoyed because it gave me time to disconnect from the busy world of texts, emails, and social media. Being in Ethiopia with Water to Thrive, I felt so purposeful. Visiting water projects and seeing the impact that Water to Thrive has made first-hand made me feel like I was part of something life changing. For me, it was a very natural transition going from the U.S. to living in Ethiopia, but I definitely experienced culture shock when I came home. I was thrown back into the world of Wifi and the Internet and back into my life of comfort and privilege, but I couldn’t stop thinking about my Ethiopian friends. So many people are drinking dirty water and getting sick everyday back in Ethiopia. I felt guilty for enjoying things in Austin, like drinking $6 smoothies and going shopping. I never really felt guilty about doing these things before. I have realized more how lucky I am to have an education, to have my own apartment, to have all the food and clean water I need. Many times since returning, I have wondered why I am so lucky to have these things and others are not as fortunate. But, sitting around and feeling guilty does not solve anything. I have learned that the way to solve problems, like the global water crisis, is to use my privilege to help others with less privilege. I don’t know why I have been so blessed in my life, but I do know that with my blessings comes a responsibility to share those blessings, to use my voice to amplify others’ voices and to use my education and experiences to create awareness around social issues.

I struggled with feeling less purposeful once I was back working in the office. However, I tried to remind myself that sorting through pictures from my trip, posting on social media for Water to Thrive and writing blogs to share my experiences are still important to spreading awareness about the water crisis. The path to meaningful change is not a sprint, but a marathon, and even small tasks like posting on Facebook contribute to more awareness, more donations and eventually more water wells built. Through my experiences so far this summer, I have learned more about the water crisis and become passionate about working to end it. I have been reaffirmed of my desire to help others, which I plan to carry out by working in the non-profit field. Now, I am on the hunt for a job where I can fulfill my passion of helping people. Whether I work with people affected by the global water crisis abroad or marginalized communities in the U.S., I am not sure (wish me luck on figuring that out). But, overall, thanks to CAPS, I have a better idea of what I want to do in my career. I am so thankful to CAPS for giving me this experience and truly helping me find my purpose.

D.C. is More than Just Politics by Maddie Morehead

D.C. is lively and thriving. D.C. is friendly and beautiful. D.C. is jazzy and historic. D.C. is full of excitement and people from every walk of life with a different story or perspective worth sharing.

Being in a new city is a great excuse for friends to visit, and having a friend visit is a great excuse to explore the depths of said new city. A couple weeks ago, a friend that I met through my fall semester study abroad experience came to DC to visit me, and as any good friend would, I became a tourist with her.

We took a tour of “Black Broadway”, near Howard University, where tribute is payed to African American artists like Marvin Gaye, Chuck Brown, Sister Rosetta Tharpe , and Aretha Franklin. We learned about the fight it took to keep Go-Go alive – a genre that originated from The District, and joined our fellow tourists for lunch at Ben’s Chili Bowl, a Black owned restaurant originating in 1958 known for keeping the community together and for the famous D.C. half smoke. It was over chili dogs that we shared conversation and heard the beautiful love story between the couple that joined us on the tour.

Mural from Black Broadway tour on U Street

 

We also took a food tour through Georgetown, an extremely gentrified area of The District, attracting foodies from all over. However, this gentrification was met with philanthropy through a bakery called Dog Tag Inc., dedicated to providing education through Georgetown University and employment for service-disabled veterans and their families. Not to mention that their cookies were absolutely delicious too.

Food tour in Georgetown

Not only are tours a great way to meet the people traveling through the streets of Washington, but Lyft and Uber rides also proved to be a great way to meet fellow visitors and locals of the DMV (District, Maryland, and Virginia).

I’ve met people from all over the U.S. and even the world, just by sitting in the back seat of their car. One man who came to the U.S. “looking for a gold coin on the sidewalk”, told my friend and I that our friendship was beautiful after telling him that we met while studying abroad. He proceeded to tell us to cherish it forever because people just don’t make meaningful relationships as easily when they get older. Another driver, a woman, gave me life advice on my way to the International Airport to welcome IREX Fellows from all over Africa to the U.S. She graduated high school at 16 years old and was very accomplished in her professional life. She told me that instead of trying to live around working, one should learn how to work around living. Advice that I will never forget.

Another man I met who was willing to share a new perspective with me was a security guard at the National Museum of Women in the Arts. He was generous enough to share his point of view of the art that he observes on a daily basis for hours on end. He gave me my own personal tour saying, “This artist is very particular about everything she does, even the lighting”. Without him, I never would have noticed how the shadows on the wall are really the center of the art and not the sculpture, or how the way you tilt your head could reveal a completely new piece. And now I’m going back to see him when the new exhibit comes out at the end of this month.

Artwork from National Museum of Women in the Arts by Ursula Von Ridingsvard

It’s through these experiences that I have been able to learn about and experience the real D.C. The lively, and thriving, and friendly D.C. These experiences bring joy to my little heart, which thrives off of meeting new people; hearing their stories; and learning things that are not taught in schools, whether it be life lessons or history. Everyone here has a story, and I will take every chance I can get to listen and learn.

Faces of Hope by Hilary Van Oss

You can learn a lot about a person by looking at their face. The face is a portal to one’s soul; it shows what they are feeling and thinking. These past few weeks I have looked into the faces of many individuals who have just made a huge, courageous leap of faith by moving to and settling into the United States as a refugee. Working at Heartland Alliance’s Refugee and Immigrant Community Services (RICS) office, I have had the privilege to look into many faces of hope.

RICS is a refugee resettlement agency that works with refugees from airport pick-up when they arrive in Chicago to navigating public transportation to English class to assisting with public benefits and government services to searching for employment and the list goes on. I am specifically a Case Management intern which means that I am helping our participants extensively within the first 90 days of arrival by helping to make sure basic needs are met and after the 90 days helping to guide the participants to self-sufficiency. For me every day is different as I could be doing a combination of a variety of tasks. Everything from accompanying participants to the Department of Family Services office to receive public benefits, to the Secretary of State’s office to acquire a State ID, to conducting home visits to ensure our participants have everything they need, to helping a new family learn how to use the CTA to get from their home to the office, to assisting with the mounds of paperwork that is required for grant-funded and federal funded nonprofits, and the list goes on. At RICS they say that no two days are the same and that is 100% true.

Throughout these last few weeks, I have had the privilege of seeing faces of bravery, strength, courage, determination, fear, anxiety, but most of all hope. Hope is something that is so powerful. It has the ability to encourage someone to take a leap of faith in order for the possibility of something better on the other side. It has the powers of motivation and calming sense of reassurance that you are doing the right thing. It provides comfort when times are difficult while also inspiring someone to do something big. Hope is a funny little four letter word, but one that encompasses all these emotions and more.

The participants at RICS have faces that are filled with hope. It is that hope that accompanies single mothers with their children, families where some family members do not make the move, those who leave their entire support network and come alone, and those fighting for a better chance. Although other emotions such as fear, anxiety, and stress flash across faces, there is always a glimmer of hope that can be seen.

It is that glimmer of hope and the flash of a smile that bridges cultures and communities together. It brings people from the Eritrea, Afghanistan, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Pakistan, Syria, Burma, and the United States together. It exceeds language barriers and allows one another to be linked; linked together through shared or similar experiences. It is a face of hope that encourages me to do what I do and it is a face of hope that shines bright on the participants face as they understand and settle into what their life here in the United States will be.

Following are portraits of RICS participants by Pam Ingalls. They were shown in a show entitled “Facing the New US” at Heartland Alliance in honor of World Refugee Day. The artist’s website is pamingalls.com.

Three Places. One Week. Too Many Questions. by Alyssa Brewer

In one week, I went from studying abroad in Namibia to spending time with my family in Arkansas to now living in Indianapolis. Throughout this week, so many emotions bubbled up inside me. It was a cycle of confusion, anger, sadness, and exhaustion. Culture shock overwhelmed me at times. I questioned the habits of the nation in which I grew up. Why are there so many aisle of cereal? Why are there so many ads on the radio? Why is there too much water over here and not enough over there? But then new questions arose when I traveled to Indy from Arkansas. Why are there so many one-ways? Why are there no grocery stores nearby? Why am I here? That last one has become the theme of this summer. Technically, I am an intern at Kheprw Institute in Indianapolis- however, I am still discovering what that means. 

Kheprw Institute is a Non-for-Profit organization that focuses on empowering marginalised communities to become self-sustainable. Throughout my experience interning here, I have developed even more questions than answers. The leaders host discussions each morning about critical themes- social capital, empowerment, entrepreneurship, climate, race, education- just to name a few. No other organization that I have worked at does this. 

In a way, this style reminds me of my time studying in Southern Africa. I find comfort in the fact that despite every other aspect of my life changing, at least here there is some similarity. I am not stuck in some 65 degree office wearing button-downs and fulfilling menial tasks. Instead, I am sitting on a front porch openly discussing economics with my supervisor. The culture here at Kheprw is as non-traditional as it is real. 

While I have encountered some bumps in the road- arriving later due to study abroad schedule, tearing a ligament in my foot, and navigating the city with a boot on- I have not let them hold me back. Even though this experience has been both mentally and physically challenging so far, I have learned to be patient with life, be patient with others, and most importantly be patient with myself. So now the only question on my mind is what’s next?

Growing Markets by Michele Poindexter

Let me first briefly explain what Growing Home does. Growing Home is a USDA certified organic urban farm located in Englewood. They have a paid job training program each growing season for people with employment barriers. Production Assistants, participants in the program, learn transferable skills in agriculture, project management, and effective communication.

In addition to the job training program, Growing Home sells its produce through several outlets. In this blog, I want to talk about just one of the ways the produce is sold – farmer’s markets. Farmer’s markets are one of my favorite places to be and work at, so I thought I would tell you a bit about why they are so great and how they could be even better. To get the inside scoop, I asked Growing Home’s Food Access and Distribution Manager some questions about markets.

So why are farmers’ markets so great? For starters, a strong community around food is built. People in this community get super excited about things like a new variety of tomato, they are genuinely curious and ask lots of questions, and they truly value all of the hard work a farmer puts into growing their produce. It’s a super supportive, creative, and fun group of people to interact with every week.

But that’s not all! Many farmer’s markets have also made the local and artisanal products more accessible to all by accepting several forms of nutritional assistance, such as LINK and Farmer’s Markets coupons (WIC and senior assistance). One difficulty with farmer’s markets is that local, organic, and small business products are inherently more expensive, because they are higher quality, require more labor, and small businesses need to stay afloat. This can create a divide in who is able to access and benefit from these products. However, by accepting forms of nutritional assistance and offering a double value program, these products become somewhat more accessible to people with lower incomes.

Unfortunately, price is not the only barrier to accessing products from farmer’s markets. Location is also an issue. In Chicago specifically, there is a disproportionate number of farmer’s market on the north side compared to the south side. If you know anything about Chicago, you are probably aware of the racial and income disparities between the north and the south sides. With bus and train fare, the cost of transportation and time constraints of getting across the city can be an impediment for many. Fortunately, there are more farmer’s markets opening on the south side. This provides people who live on the south side easier access to farmer’s markets. It also provides farmers and artisans from the south side another place to sell their products. This way, people who choose to shop at these farmer’s markets are directly buying from and supporting local businesses from their immediate community. Growing Home looks forward to participating in a couple of these markets, so more of the produce stays in the community in which it is grown.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg! Farmer’s markets are extraordinary places with lots of good, and some not so goods that are being improved with awareness, creativity, and direct action. So if you haven’t yet, I’d highly recommend experiencing a farmers’ market soon (ps summer is the best time to)!

Exploring is the Nice Word for Lost by Haley Brewer

An hour and forty-five minutes.

That’s the longest I’ve gotten lost here amongst the Chicago streets. I’ve gotten lost looking for bubble tea, I’ve gotten lost looking for museums, I’ve gotten lost looking for countless bookshops and more. My second day here, I got lost looking for the Target and I still think a little part of me is out there looking for the red and white store.

When my mom asks, I tell her I’ve spent most of my time “exploring” the city because that sounds a lot better than “my google maps lost connection ten minutes in and I wandered up and down Washington for thirty minutes.” It’s all about the rebranding, folks.

However, a month in, my hopeless sense of direction has marginally become less so. I say marginally because just last Friday, I almost exceeded my record on time lost when I was looking for a new ramen place.

Although, it’s not like I’m gifted in directions back home. If it weren’t for the multiple map apps I have on my phone, I’d hardly be able to leave me apartment parking lot in Valpo.

I hate getting lost, I really do. It’s the constant bone I have to pick with myself and the universe, my complete lack of direction. But it’s not all bad. While lost, I’ve found adorable little parks, farmers markets, a secondhand book store I would literally die for, and rainbow roads.

While “exploring,” I’ve also tried things I never would have considered back home. Numerous small coffeeshops that are nothing like the Dunkin Doughnuts I usually stick to, little bakeries smell like sugar and bread, thai ice cream shops where they roll up the cream right in front of you. Wonderful little places I’m happy to find and even more happy to share with my friends when they visit.

Usually, when I’m in stage 4 of being lost (the first stages being 1. Obliviousness, 2. Creeping Dread, 3. Denial and/or the Bargaining stage) I’ll wander over to the nearest Wifi providing establishment, buy a drink of tea/coffee/juice/etc. to provide sustenance for my journey, and attempt to find my way with the assistance of the Wifi. This usually works, and I usually get the perk of whatever iced drink I’ve just acquired. With my mood instantly given +5 HP and some newly loaded directions, I’m off again. Despite how much I hate getting lost, it’s almost enjoyable nowadays.

With a month left in the program, I’m sure I’ve still got loads more time I’m going to dedicate to finding my way. At least I have all those iced drinks to look forward to!

P.S. Here’s the ramen I got lost for on Friday. Totally worth it.

Community Work as Dance by Maria Kubalewski

One of my close friends is a ballroom dancer. Although my wish to become a better dancer by osmosis has yet to come to fruition, my eyes were opened to how unique of a craft ballroom is. 

Kheprw’s approach to community work reminds me a lot of ballroom dance. 

Kheprw Institute is a grassroots organization that works primarily out of the Riverside and Highland Vicinity neighborhoods in Indianapolis. Grounded in the belief that members of a community are the best suited to lead within the community, Kheprw works to involve community members of all ages, interests, and backgrounds in conversations and programs touching on (but not limited to) race, education, the environment, entrepreneurship, art, and technology. 

There are many different styles of ballroom- Waltz, Tango, Foxtrot, Samba, Mambo, Cha-cha. Instead of focusing on one path to community work, Kheprw makes moves with urban gardening and youth programming, sparks conversation about gentrification and environmental degradation, and is working to provide a safe space for creatives of all kinds and an incubator to coach small businesses on the sidelines. Each style of dance requires conditioning- practice, coaching, and discipline. Each of Kheprw’s branches requires continuous research- discussion, collaboration, and commitment. Strong dancers are multi-faceted in the sense that they can dance more than one style, making them competitive; Strong organizations are multi-faceted in the sense that they have a team that offers a variety of programs, assisting the community in supporting itself. 

If a member of Kheprw is one half of a ballroom couple, then another organization, community member, or project makes up the other half. When you’ve got a really good relationship with your dance partner- you’re both comfortable with the style and approach, there’s clear communication, and there’s a sense of trust- dancing is smooth. When you’ve got a new dance partner, or you and your old one don’t agree on style or technique, dancing becomes a lot more strained. It doesn’t matter how prepared either partner was for the competition, if you’re not jiving together, it’s just not going to be your day.

As to be expected in community work, Kheprw has dance partners that don’t skip a beat and partners who seem to be dancing to a different song. Synchronized dance partners help to provide opportunities within the community or lay the foundation for long-term projects. Why bother dancing with a partner who has two left feet? The better question is why not? Members of Kheprw treat every experience as a learning opportunity. Even when a relationship is uncomfortable, even when there’s tension, both partners can learn from one another. Sometimes partners grow closer, other times the partnership just isn’t meant to be. But there is always value in the relationship, always a story to hear and a lesson to be learned. 

Dancing is an art. It takes time, creativity, and demands an appreciation for the culture. To do well, partners need to work hand in hand to support one another. In this way, dance emphasizes the interdependent relationship, making it emotional, fun, and challenging all at the same time.  

Community work is also an art. To do it well starts with seeing the community as something to be appreciated, as something to learn from and grow with. Kheprw emphasizes community work- meaningful relationships amongst people comes first. The work then emerges from that space. Just like dancing, working with people is inherently emotional, fun, and complex. But that’s exactly what makes the work, makes the dance, so important. 

Big Things for an “Almost Adult” to Attempt to Unravel by Claire Utzinger

Living in rural Virginia for over two decades, it is certainly interesting to transition to an apartment right on the Loop in downtown Chicago. I have never experienced hustle and bustle quite like this in my life. Even when I studied abroad and lived in Athens, Greece for an entire semester, there were no tall buildings. Nothing is allowed to block the view of the Parthenon, so nothing is allowed to be taller than 12 stories. Although there are city busses, lots of pigeons, and an insane amount of tourists, I was left with the feeling of leaving just a really large town at the end of my four months. Chicago is Chicago; Big, bold, and consuming, although frequently muffled by “the L.” Now that I’ve been here for what’s going on week three, I find myself asking where I fit into it all.

I am interning with a non-profit organization called Ingenuity, which is focused on ensuring that every Chicago Public Schools (CPS) student receives a quality arts education. As they say on their website, Ingenuity constantly works “to institute the Chicago Public Schools Arts Education Act by collecting and managing arts-related data, supporting community arts partners, and advocating for CPS programs and resources.” (ingenuity-inc.org) I have learned a lot since I have started working with this organization especially because I usually view public art education through a different lens. My mom is an elementary school art teacher in a public school system in Virginia, so it is very new to me to work with a company that is working to improve quality education as an outside third party, not as someone who works directly with the kids. Ingenuity constantly strives for the children in CPS to not only have a valuable arts education, but to also thrive and grow through the arts by making them the best they can possibly be. Not only is this impressive because it is so important to integrate studio arts, theatre, dance, and music into everyone’s lives, but also because a team of 11 people run this entire company that gives millions of dollars to CPS and other arts organizations every year. They have shown me already in my three weeks here that hard work and dedication can make a difference in a child’s life even if you do not know them personally. 

One event that I went to was an Institute put on by Ingenuity called, “You Are Your Teaching Artists: Frame. Train. Retain.” Although I do not work at an organization with teachers or Teaching Artists, it was important for me to participate in this Institute because I will be running a similar event at the end of the summer. One of the main goals of the program was to understand the importance of organizations empowering Teaching Artists to demonstrate their skills and build a positive classroom culture, engage in personal and artistic self-awareness, and positively represent the organization– which really stuck out to me. Everyone at the event sat at tables of five, and participated in different activities to spark conversation and different ideas. One activity that I found quite compelling was when each group was given a different challenging scenario and we had to figure out the best way to respond to the situation. In my group’s scenario, a child exclaimed to the teacher, “I just don’t get what the point of all this is. Art is for rich white people.” I was startled. Not only was I mortified by the scenario, but I had a moment where I realized that if a second grader said this to me, I would have no idea what to say even though I firmly believe the statement to be false. To my amazement, the four other educators I was sitting with immediately rose to the occasion and offered an impressive system of how one could go about interacting with this hard conversation. The first step was to affirm that there may be a reason the child felt this way. In an example of the arts through dance, it could be possible that the only interaction the child knew about was ballet, where people pay hundreds of dollars to attend. One teacher said, “Do they know that styles like hip hop and breakdancing are art?” The second step that was collectively decided was that there needed to be a change in the classroom. This was an opportunity, one Arts Partner said, to ask yourself what you have done to contribute to this child’s idea of art and then bring great cultural examples into the classroom. The third idea was to remember how important it is for children to explore the things they are curious about, and not to react by scolding the child for saying this. “You should build and grow on this in your curriculum from now on.” The last point was to perhaps scratch the lesson for the day to take the time and explore this with the children– to have a collective discussion with the class, with the idea that the statement would be more resolved by the end of the session. 

At another event, Elizabeth Robbins from Gwendolyn Brooks College Preparatory Academy spoke in a fireside chat. She received  “The Civic Education Leadership Award” which is given by the Obama Foundation to honored educators who model civic leadership by providing opportunities for young people to engage actively in their community. She explained that something an educator in the arts needs to realize is that everyone has a story. You connect your own story to art and that is what makes it accessible to everyone. She explained that how she approaches telling her story, of a middle aged white teacher, to a classroom of predominantly children of different ethnic backgrounds is very important. I found topics like these in the forefront of the arts education scene, and I had never really considered these issues before as an individual who wants to go into the arts in some capacity. So back to my first question– how these scenarios that educators strive to face with their students everyday connect to me, a 21 year old in college who is still looking for my place in the world?

I’m still forming my answers. In the meantime, I am going to make sure I am taking in the world from every perspective. Whether helping to write a guidebook for Arts Partners at my internship with Ingenuity or trying to figure out what kind of career I want to pursue after I graduate, I need to remember that I am not trying to pursue this career for just myself. It’s also so that a bold second grader knows that they have a place in the art world, same as me. I just have to figure out how I will do it.

Growing in My Discomfort by Meg Main

So far, my CAPS experience has really pushed me out of my comfort zone. Through the entire application and interview process, the idea of potentially finding another temporary home, moving to Indianapolis and everything in between has made me feel unnerved. I am happy to be a CAPS Fellow, but I have definitely experienced the discomfort of growing pains here in Indy. Nonetheless, 20 days into my CAPS experience, I’m beginning to reap the rewards of powering through these uncomfortable but positive times of growth.

During my time at ArtMix, I have contributed to and observed the behind-the-scenes of a non-profit organization. While I am already learning a lot from this internship, I have also faced challenges. From learning to communicate my needs in an office environment to meeting the demands of my superiors, I have learned how to have tough conversations, while also being the best team member I can be. I have been lucky to have great leadership at ArtMix who have given me guidance along the way.

Being able to have these direct and honest conversations has always been something I’ve struggled with. For example, when I worked in fast food, I maintained a position at the window, day or night, rain or shine, or even in winter storms. Back then, I was never willing to talk to my advisors about my expectations and my preferences. Even in March, during the interview process for CAPS, someone asked me about a time I encountered conflict. I managed to answer the question, but I was unsure of how transparent I could be. At that moment, I knew this is one skill I would like to work on: being open with my advisors and mentors. So, I am beyond thrilled that through my internship, I have had productive conversations with my supervisors that have led to positive outcomes. 

My time in Indy has also been uncomfortable in the sense that it is 124 times the size of my hometown. Meaning, my time here has been overwhelming. I’m used to having fewer options in restaurants, less traffic lights and a higher speed limit. This new atmosphere has been exciting, as it’s introduced me to Indian food, walks downtown and some amazing new food spots. However, it’s hard being in a city where everything is unfamiliar, and simple activities can be challenging. For example, my roommate and I tried going on a bike ride through the city our first week, and we got so lost we needed our other roommate to come pick us up!

These past three weeks have been a big gulp of discomfort to consume, but with my roommates, cohort and time at ArtMix, I’ve been able to collect memorable moments and valuable lessons. I understand now that it’s good to feel uncomfortable; it just means I’m growing. In this situation, that means I’m growing in my relationships, problem-solving skills, navigational skills, flexibility and my ability to address difficult conversations.

My Kind of Town by Juan Arellano

Ah, Chicago. Growing up in the south suburbs, I always dreamed of calling Chicago home. I remember visiting the Shedd Aquarium and the Museum of Science and Industry, eating at Giordano’s or Gino’s East, and thinking to myself, “Man, what must it be like to be here every day?” Well, now that I know, I can tell you all about it. 

I live at Infinite Chicago on Jackson Blvd. in the South Loop, the heart of the city. Every day I walk about half an hour to work at Ingenuity in River North. I love my job. Ingenuity is a non-profit focused on increasing arts education equity for all children in Chicago Public Schools. The work they do here is exciting, and there is never a dull moment in the office. Integrating into the team has been nothing short of amazing. Because Ingenuity is centered around arts education, it makes for some fun and creative people in the office (it’s not uncommon for my supervisors Karla and Nicole to break out into song and dance). Since I arrived, I have worked primarily with two Ingenuity departments, Public Affairs, and Data and Research. For Public Affairs, I have started drafting social media posts and email newsletters, hoping to engage a broader audience on all of our communications streams. On the Data and Research team, I have helped them with reaching out to Chicago Public Schools (CPS) to fill out the Creative Schools Survey, an annual survey that informs Ingenuity on the state of the arts in CPS. The work is not only fun, but in many ways, rewarding because Ingenuity’s mission is so admirable. I am very grateful to be a part of such a strong team that works very hard. I am looking forward to the rest of my time here. 

Working at Ingenuity has been nice because after 5 PM (and 3 PM on Fridays!) I have the rest of the time to explore and engage with the city of Chicago. My first week here I went to the Vampire Weekend concert at Huntington Pavilion park, an outdoor venue at Northerly Island. I got to go with my best friends from high school who first introduced me to the band which has since become my favorite band of all time. The concert was something special – VW puts on an amazing show. I also have had the chance of seeing stand-up at the Annoyance Theatre, a place where many talented comedians have gotten their start. My friend and I have been interested in trying to do stand up for quite some time and decided to go to an open mic to test out the waters. There were about ten comedians, each at different levels of expertise. Some made us laugh, some made us cringe, but they all entertained. My favorite joke of the night was about a guy playing wingman for a friend in sweatpants at a bar. It was hilarious. 

All-in-all my first few weeks in Chicago have been very special. I have very much enjoyed my time here and I can’t wait to see how the rest of the summer goes. I’d like to give a quick shout out to the Institute of Leadership and Service at Valparaiso University for giving me this amazing opportunity. I am eager for the rest of my summer in Chicago and I will make sure to keep you all in the loop on the fun adventures I’ll have in the city. 

Navigating the First Day by Jade Curless

Getting acclimated to Washington D.C. has been a much harder task than what I originally anticipated. Living in this city has pushed me to think more intentionally about my actions and how I process my environment. I’ve always viewed myself as an adaptable person, someone who is excited for change or the aspect for something new; however, the first week in this new setting did not go as planned.

On my first day of my internship I woke up early, partly because of the early eastern coast sunrise, but mostly because I couldn’t wait to start this new chapter in my life. After completing our morning ritual, my roommates and I headed for the metro train and were ready to take on our jobs in the city. We eventually all split off throughout D.C. to our job sites. Unfortunately for me, the next step of my morning was not my internship. When I arrived at what I thought was my internship, I regrettably discovered that the company’s address had not been updated online. After quickly searching through emails from my supervisor, I found an address in a company signature, clicked it, and entrusted apple maps to get me to work. Once I was able to redirect myself, hopping back on the metro, transferring trains, and taking a long walk to this new location, I came to another unfortunate realization. Apple maps had directed me across town in the middle of rush hour, when in actuality the new location for my internship was only a couple blocks from my original location. Being flustered with emotion, I tried to keep myself calm as I completed the walk of shame to my initial destination, a process that made me an hour late on my first day. As I sat on the train, angry at my phone for deceiving me, but even more angry at myself for not planning more thoroughly in advance, I tried to keep calm by reminding myself that I would now have something interesting to write in my blog post.

After I arrived to my first day a full hour late, exhausted and embarrassed, I had to quickly learn how to adapt to my semi-corporate job. Luckily I work with very kind, and hard-driven individuals who have been willing to help me learn from my mistakes, making this painful moment a learning point for me.

It’s okay to mess things up. You can still hold yourself to a high standard and make mistakes. When reflecting on my past experiences, I weighed the significance of the times I felt like things have gone wrong. Although its cheesy, I really do believe that you learn the most from your mistakes. However, this depends on how you process these mishaps. Typically I would describe myself as someone who is pretty self-critical – I am constantly rethinking choices that I have made and how I would change them now. This is not a productive way to live life. As I enter the adult world, I’m beginning to realize the importance of maximizing your time. If I ever want to be a positive ally for others in society, then I need to cut out the wasted time worrying about the past. Being an hour late to the first day of my internship is a very small mistake in the grand scheme of things, but this situation made me reflect on a larger problem. The biggest mistake you can make is questioning yourself and your choices when something goes wrong. In this small moment it was important that I didn’t stress over my setback, but instead focused on making my internship the best experience possible. I only have one summer in D.C., and if I want to maximize my time here then I need to accept the past and prepare for the future.

Getting Lost by Rachel Winkler

I’ve gotten lost more times these past two weeks than I have gotten lost in the past two years. Being lost can be scary and frustrating but it is a part of life. My times being lost have been some of the most important and stabilizing experiences I have had. It was when my roommates needed me to come to pick them up after they got lost biking and rollerblading downtown and then we proceeded to all get lost was when we really bonded. When we got caught in a rainstorm and we couldn’t see five feet in front of us I learned I could rely on them to keep me calm. Getting lost was also something that happened to all of us while we were together and apart which made it easier to share all of our stories of triumph and failure. Being lost has helped me build a community. I have been able to have meaningful, insightful conversations with my cohort, my coworkers, and those I interact with through my internship by talking about the imperfections of life.

I am doing my internship at School on Wheels. They work to end the cycle of homelessness through education and empowering students. These students are at a major disadvantage when it comes to getting a good, stable education compared to their more privileged counterparts. I have had the opportunity to listen to mothers advocating for their children. It is amazing to see the sacrifices families make to provide education. I have also heard stories of heartbreak and trauma. So far I have also been feeling a little lost in my internship. It has made me question where I fit in in the world. I have been thinking about how to acknowledge my privilege and how to serve responsibly especially when entering into a new community. There is no easy answer but I have decided to embrace the feeling and force myself to think about the hard questions.

Recently, I have fully embraced wandering. I have started just walking and letting myself discover new things, new paths, and just get a little lost. I have started (I’m not sure if this is smart or not) turning off the GPS and trying to find my way back home. I have ended up in some really beautiful places that I might not have seen otherwise. I have also hit dead ends and had to change course. This summer I am going to try to let go of my expectations and let myself grow and wander into something I could not have planned out.

Art I stumbled upon on a walk

A cool trail my roommate Alyssa and I found

A garage with Legos in the wall

Bonsai exhibit I wandered into

Transitioning into Transition by Veronica Campbell

Are all three of you really going to fit in one office? Where is the printer in suite 187? Are any of the conference rooms still available? And most importantly—are we really going to let all those nice desk chairs get thrown away just because we don’t have anywhere to put them while the office is being remodeled? This was the chaos that greeted me when I started my internship at Lutheran Social Services of Illinois (or LSSI), but despite the fact that everyone was moving offices the very week I started there, my supervisor and the rest of the staff still made time to welcome me onto the team and make sure I had a place in the midst of all the confusion. My very first day, my supervisor made a point to introduce me to as many people as possible, then took me out to lunch with two employees I would later be working with in the department. As the internship progressed over the next two weeks, while there were slow moments when everyone was too busy to give me work, my supervisor would continue to go out of her way to welcome me when we went to Aurora to tour a foster care center and she drove me all the way back to my apartment afterwards, then picked me up from downtown two days later when we attended the ELCA Synod Assembly. Despite her assurance that downtown wasn’t out of her way, I greatly appreciated it.

As evidenced by our going to both a foster care center and the ELCA Synod Assembly in one week, Lutheran Social Services of Illinois is involved in many different areas of the world of social justice. They have so many programs, in fact, that I think even after sitting at my desk and reviewing pamphlets and powerpoints for hours I’m still not quite familiar with them all. LSSI has centers all over the state, and there are foster care programs, where foster parents are specially trained to welcome traumatized children with behavioral problems into their homes and hearts; there are mental health programs, where individuals receive counseling and support; and there are programs that work with those without employment, those with addictions, those with disabilities, and more.

Because the focus of my internship is in the Communications and Advocacy Department, my largest role with LSSI will be to take stories from all of these different programs and write about them, for the website, Facebook page, and potentially other platforms. As a writer who wants to expand her experience beyond the academic essays and “just for fun” fiction she was used to, I am hopeful that conducting phone interviews and writing articles will prove a practical way to dabble in other types of writing while simultaneously learning what a nonprofit is like and seeing the myriad ways LSSI helps people to, as they often say, find comprehensive healing that goes beyond any one problem, but rather helps the whole person. Just as the insanity of an office move couldn’t stop them from welcoming me, it can’t stop them from helping all of those whom they serve, and this summer I’m excited to see more of the awesome impact LSSI has on the lives it touches.

Midwestern Girl, Big City by Maddie Morehead

In the week and a half that I’ve been here, I’ve become accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the city streets. As I commute to work, I pass the men in the hard hats and yellow jackets hard at work, the woman who sits in her lawn chair on the sidewalk day in and day out watching the people pass on their way from their 9-5, the man selling the newspaper at the metro stop yelling good morning to the distracted daily commuters, and the bus that always threatens to run me over if I don’t cross the walkway quickly enough. Although for many people in D.C. this routine is just a part of their everyday, mundane lives, I find myself to be one of the only people smiling as I take in each and every little aspect of my morning commute. As I walk to work, I make a mental promise to myself, that I will never overlook the details and never take my daily commute in the bustling city for granted. As a Midwestern gal, born and raised, I can’t help but want to talk to each individual I pass and ask them about their story, and how they wound up in the city, or if they were raised here their whole lives.

My first week and a half at IREX has been crazy busy, but I have loved every minute of it. Getting to know my team of 25 that I will be working with. A team of 24 strong, independent women, and one very humble man — my supervisor. Everyone that I will be working with this summer has had some sort of experience abroad, and it is so very relieving to be able to work with a group of people that are as worldly minded as myself. Every one of my team members has a story about their experience and how they ended up at IREX, and each team member is so individually unique.

I’ve spent the first week and a half learning about what it is that I will be doing during my summer internship at IREX. My supervisor informed me that in two short weeks 700 young, carefully selected accomplished African leaders will be making their way to the U.S. in order to head to different institutes where they will be learning tangible skills that they will be able to take back with them to their home countries. After their time at these institutes, the young African leaders will head to Washington D.C. for a week long leadership summit with IREX. My job is to help place some of the leaders at different host sites for an additional, extended experience that 70 carefully selected leaders will be partaking in after the summit, and curating guides for the cities that they will be staying in. I will also be helping with some of the planning for the leadership summit that is to happen at the end of July.

This was a lot to take in in just my first week and a half, but I am more than ready for what lays ahead of me this summer, and I am already so excited to meet and be working with the individuals that will be traveling to the United States.

What I’ve learned in the past week and a half is that Washington D.C. is somewhat of an international hub for the United States of America. Walking around, I hear multitudes of languages, some I may not even be able to recognize. I may be biased as an intern at IREX, but it seems that the people here also just have a more international perspective than the inland United States where I was raised. The younger me inside who has always desired to travel and meet many people with unique stories and experiences is all giddy inside as my adventure here in the United States Capitol and IREX begins. Always looking to learn more about the world around me, I can’t wait to see what adventure awaits.

My Biggest Adventure Yet by Nosi Oleghe

Living far from home was something I had always wanted to experience, and the CAPS Fellows Program gave me this opportunity while doing something I am passionate about, and that reminds me of home. I have had a lot of firsts this summer. It was my first time getting on a plane by myself, living by myself, and learning how to budget money. This might not seem like a lot to some people but I have always had my family to rely on for a lot of things, and as I will be graduating college in a about a year, I figured now is the time for me to experience actual adulthood.

Living in my own apartment has been very fun and interesting. I have loved living with Madison for about a week before she left for Ethiopia. We got so close in that week as we spent a lot of time together whether exploring Austin, or watching the bachelorette together on Monday nights (#TeamJed). I am excited for her to return and hear all the amazing things she experienced in Ethiopia. After Madison’s departure about a few days later, we got a new roommate Theresa who is over 60 years old, and is taking summer classes at the University of Texas at Austin. She is such a sweet and nice lady, and I have also learned so much from her already. She worked on the 2008 Obama Presidential Campaign, and told me many stories of her experience during that time, and her passion.

Working for Water To Thrive has been so amazing. This organization builds wells in Ethiopia, Uganda, and Tanzania, providing safe and clean water for the people. All the people I work with are so kind and very helpful. It is obvious how passionate everyone is about the mission of Water To Thrive, and it makes me love working here even more. It also provides a very positive working environment and promotes a good organizational culture. The first week here, I dove into my first project which was to create the budget plan for the 20 well projects, and I had to have this done before Suzanne, the Executive Director and the two other interns Madison and Kendall left for Ethiopia. I liked doing this project because it helped me apply the skills I’ve learned in the classroom as an accounting and math major. Currently I am working on organizing information from restaurants to partner with in order to get donations for the projects.

Living on my own in a new city away from my family and friends has been quite challenging, but very rewarding as I have learned a lot about how I deal with being alone which is rare for me, an extreme extrovert. I have learned how to manage my time, knowing when to rest, and when to explore. Taking random walks downtown by myself which I have found to be very therapeutic. I have tried out a lot of foods in Austin, and it has been amazing. I am looking forward to growing and learning more from this experience in the next months to come. I miss my family, and friends but I am happy with where I am and my progress so far.

Welcome to Washington D.C. by Emily Nelson

   Thank God for seats on the metro, and good riddance to those who stand on the left side of the escalator during the morning rush. Being from Japan, courtesy on public transportation is a must, and it’s helped be more cognizant of the culture in D.C. To be clear, there are numerous cultures, whether ethnic,organizational, or linguistic, in D.C. due to the diversity. Instead of being a tourist (as I was eight years ago), I’m an intern, and am gifted with 10 weeks instead of one. This gives me a lot more time to explore what this place has to offer, and I am living for it.

   I start my day at 7:30, waking to the constant hiss of the air conditioner. After dressing business casual and gathering my bearings, I take the elevator 10 floors down to the lobby. 9 stops on the Metro later, I get off at Capitol South, walking by the Capitol, Library of Congress, and the Supreme Court to reach the United Methodist Building. My grandmother, a devout Christian and affiliated with the Church, was born in 1923, the very year this building was constructed.

   While Lutheran Services in America (LSA) oversees 300+ member organizations, the central office is quite cozy, with around 10 or so individuals working at any given time. Ms. Sheila, my supervisor, resides down the hall from me in her new office. She bought me lunch twice last week (!) and allows for quite a bit of flexibility with this internship. I’ve organized the email list by topic, highlighting member organizations that focus on children, youth, and families; read extensively about LSA and watched hours of webinars; and attended a Congressional briefing on the Chafee Act, which supports foster youth aging out of care. I understand that my big project will be a paper about the purpose of LSA, though there will be other assignments along the way. I have a standard office desk of black plexiglass, rolling chair, and provided laptop. Everyone here is very welcoming, especially Anita, a former intern who now does a lot of philanthropy work for LSA. She always asks how I’m doing and gives me advice about the surrounding area.

   The living quarters are quite nice; we even have our own balcony and access to a swimming pool, gym, local market, barber/salon, dry cleaner, and entertainment center. I must say that I am so excited to explore this entire area, and there isn’t enough time in the summer (or even a year, I’d argue) to do it all. On the downside, this is an expensive place, and the minimum wage of $13.25, soon to be $14, reflects that. All of my sightseeing list is made of free events and entertainment. Last weekend, I cleaned up Theodore Roosevelt Island as a part of National Trails Day with Phi Beta Kappa. After picking up litter for around 3 hours, our group went to the Georgetown Waterfront to enjoy beer samples and shared nachos, courtesy of Dan, one of the main Phi Beta contacts. I may have been the youngest person there, not even done with undergrad, but I certainly felt welcome. Travis, who works in intelligence (!), gave me recommendations on the Smithsonian exhibits and educated me about the Teddy Roosevelt memorials we walked by.

   So while D.C. can be an incredibly stressful place, there is enough compassion to ground you. 10 days post-arrival, here’s to a great Friday!

Austin to Addis Ababa by Madison Magiera

Wow – so much has happened since I began my CAPS Fellowship! I moved to Austin, TX almost two weeks ago and moved into my own apartment for the first time.  I really enjoy being in my own apartment and I love living with Nosi as my housemate! Together we have started exploring Austin and we have found there is so much to do there! Austin is a unique blend of being proudly Texan, but welcoming to all, liberal and conservative and business-oriented with laid-back, bohemian vibes. So far I have found that the city possesses lots of live music, record stores, cute coffee shops, funky art museums and a profound (and inspiring) love for tacos. Nosi and I are staying in University of Texas housing so there is quite a few shops and restaurants within walking distance of our apartment, which is really nice.

After getting settled in at Austin, I started work at Water to Thrive! Water to Thrive raises money to build wells in communities in Ethiopia, Uganda and Tanzania, where there is little or no access to safe, drinkable water. The organization builds wells in the central hub of communities, provides easy access for the whole community to safe water and saves women and children from spending hours in a day walking miles to collect water. As an intern, I am currently working on marketing strategies for the organization and running their social media. So far, I have created a best practices guide for social media use (as volunteers also post on their social media), created a calendar to plan posts, created goals for the marketing of the organization and started posting in hopes to grow their social media following (shameless plug: you can find/follow us @WatertoThrive on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter😊).

After being placed with Water to Thrive a while ago, I was made aware of the opportunity to travel to Ethiopia with the Executive Director, Susanne, and another intern, Kendall. Of course this was an opportunity that I knew I couldn’t let go. So, after spending one week in the Water to Thrive office in Austin and meeting all of the amazing womenwho work in the office, I left for Ethiopia! We had to fly from Austin to Washington D.C. before flying to Ethiopia and we had a free night in D.C., so Kendall and I met up with CAPS fellows Jade and Maddie! They gave us a tour of their apartment and then we went to a rooftop restaurant in the city! The next day we boarded our plane and thirteen hours later landed in Addis Ababa, the capital city of Ethiopia. We have now been in Ethiopia for three days and I have already learned so much about Ethiopian society, customs, food and the Amharic language! Throughout our trip we will be visiting old and new water project sites and talking to the local people about their current access to clean water. I will still be running social media as well as taking pictures and blogging about our experiences for the Water to Thrive website. We have already visited four villages, and the people have been so friendly and welcoming to us when we enter their spaces. I am so excited to continue to travel throughout Ethiopia and learn more about the effects of the global water crisis and Ethiopian culture!