When I think about what I expected of Senegal, I’m confronted with a seemingly different picture; my reality. From the very beginning, signs pointed in the opposite direction, all in attempt to persuade me to flee. From my college counselor lecturing me on the difficulties of reapplication in a country with little to no Internet,…

29 April, 2015

The morning call-to-prayer rings sweetly in my ears and I awake to the still hours of dawn. I hear the swift sounds of the Senegalese broom against the concrete floors of my compound and notice that my host sister has already begun her hard day’s work. As I routinely tie my shoelaces and head out…

31 January, 2015

There have been a number of times when I’ve thought to myself, I had to have been some kind of crazy to voluntarily choose to do this

20 December, 2014

Directed to my fellow Fellows: I’ve been contemplating whether or not I should post this but I finally decided that I would be limiting my readers from a very important part of my experience if I didn’t. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ August 30, 2014 I was waiting until I had felt pens to write in this journal, pretty ironic…

17 December, 2014

I’ve been mentally preparing myself for this trip since I received news of my acceptance. It feels strange sitting here now, realizing that this beautiful idea has quietly transformed itself into my reality. The fact of the matter is that in a little less than a month I will be on another continent, worlds away…

19 August, 2014