Alice Brower

Alice is passionate about the outdoors. Hiking, hammocking, and playing lacrosse are some of her favorite activities. She is very involved in her church. Alice's goal for her bridge year is to learn as much as she can from her host family.


I’ll be back

Ami’s eyes glinted with warmth as she put her hand on my shoulder “Alice, are you going to come back?” she asked. “Of course!” I said with certainty. And then I stopped. Because we both know that’s not really true. I’m not sure that I’ll ever return. As April 7th, the day I leave Sandiara…

27 May, 2015

Wounds heal. That’s the good part.

I got burned on the calf in the garage in Thies. I ignored it because I wanted to get home and as I walked towards the line of old station wagons surrounded by women selling oranges to bargain for my ticket, I felt sand kicked up from my chacos dusting the open wound. The money…

27 May, 2015

Crocodile Fears: A Guest Post by Dad

From the moment I could walk and glue two things together, my dad and I have spent countless hours on projects together. Such projects have spanned everything from a homemade generator to chemistry experiments to perfecting pumpkin pie and to my delight my dad has approached this year as an extended one of our projects….

27 March, 2015

Holes and Home

My whole life I’ve been told to “hand wash delicates” because it’s gentler. So when I found out that everything in Senegal is hand washed I thought my clothes would last forever. That was before I met my host sisters. Within two months their strong, insistent hands bore holes into all my clothes and their…

26 March, 2015

I’m Still Here

I heard a thud behind me and my head jerked around. A few feet away I saw a rock. I looked up from the rock and saw a young kid in a dirty yellow shirt surrounded by a pack of other kids pointing at him. “He just threw that rock at me.” I thought. I…

31 January, 2015

This Exists Too

When CNN ran the headline “Muslims: We’re not all extremists” I was incredulous. “How is that news?!” I said to my friend Rachel who’s furrowed brow and crinkled nose betrayed the same confusion I felt. She replied “that’s like a headline saying Cats: We’re not all female.” When I try to carry in water for…

10 December, 2014

Losing “They”, Living “We”, Becoming Me

This blog first appeared on the Everyday Ambassador Blog as a part of Wednesday Wisdom. “Everyday Ambassador is a network of global citizens who believe that human connection, even in an increasingly digital world, is the key to lasting, positive social change. Everyday Ambassador visions a world in which all travelers and volunteers approach the…

21 November, 2014

In Need of Grace

A small cloud of hot sand followed my swift steps as I walked home from teaching preschool. As I reached my gate I saw sema yaay (my mother in Wolof) regally dressed in a vibrant pink and blue boubou sitting below our lemon tree in her plastic lawn chair. As I approached her, my shoulders…

21 November, 2014

A Love Letter to Ataya

My first day in Senegal, I sat with my knees close to my chest, leaning against a concrete wall, while warily eyeing my new Senegalese host brother as he lounged on a mat and invited me to join him. A lanky twenty-something approached us, placed an old rusty black stove on the ground along with…

03 November, 2014

Gone to Carolina in my Mind: Reflections on Homesickness

If I close my eyes, I can see my home in Chapel Hill and my round dining room table with afternoon light bouncing off the light wood. I can hear my mom’s boots bounding up the steps. I can feel the last turn in the car on the drive to my best friend’s house. I…

13 October, 2014

Baby Steps

When I saw the¬†Philippines vs. Senegal basketball game on the TV in my families’ home, my cheeks moved into a consuming smile and happy tears sprung to my eyes. Because culture shock ain’t no joke. My life in Senegal is hard to undersand. Wolof sounds like everyone is playing a practical joke on me and…

08 September, 2014

Working for Maybe

When I tell people I’m not yet going to college – that instead I’ll be living in Senegal for a year – the response is quick and strong. Sometimes I get fearful shrieks and confused narrowed eyes. Not everyone, of course. Some people react calmly, with wide-mouthed awe, and tell me their own nostalgic stories….

16 August, 2014

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