Tuesday, August 24

Help the People, Everyone Should Be Cared For

There was the tragic plane crash of a flight from Islamabad to Karachi, and then little did we expect, but there was a flood through Swats Valley in northern Pakistan. Another environmental disaster the earthquakes in Chili and Haiti? Yes, it appears so. California has its shares of floods and earthquakes, but not as life-threatening as the ones abroad. Americans fare a bit better because of our steadier infrastructure, but as we have learned from recent news, it's difficult for the situation to improve when many uncoordinated actors come into a country to "help the people". Instead, I support the method of empowering the citizens to help themselves. When several volunteer organizations travel for relief efforts without the organization and specification of tasks, it's an ineffective and someways backwards way of helping out. It takes the opportunity away from the capable individuals who can help their own home. A better option is to donate to the causes. I don't condone throwing money at the situation as the only solution, but I rather develop self-sufficiency; albeit I am confident that Pakistan will hold its own far better than Haiti is currently, because of its relative stability.

It was a bit frightening knowing that some of my friends survived through the incident. I imagined that some of my peers were safe from harm since they lived further South of Pakistan, but I only heard confirmation from Rokhan and later two other participants. Instead of simply retreating, my peers, including the Americans, urged everyone to support relief initiatives. From the US and in the heartland, my peers are helping alleviate the devastation within the area by either gathering funds or directly handing relief kits to the people affected by the floods. From what Rokhan has said around $30 American dollars would sustain a family for 4-5 days, and even less after they've received their initial relief kit. It seems highly possible that our financial aid could help many in Pakistan, and after some research, there is a plethora of organizations to which a person could donate. I won't endorse one organization, but I feel compelled to spread the message that Americans, regardless of age, can help out. Be it through text, mail or sympathetic messages; relief is possible, and there is more information at: http://www.state.gov/p/sca/ci/pk/flood/index.htm.

Image Source: Rokhan Shafi
With much love, Kathy P.

Tuesday, July 27

Working Backwards to Tell You a Story

Hello there. I haven't blogged about the program since June 28th, but I am going back to my physical journal to type up all my entries word for word about my experience with the BFSIA. The program recently ended on the 24th, and after catching up with my family, I have time to publish my writing online. I have learned life lessons at the Institute and will never forget the people to whom I have grown so close. I catch myself on the computer, on Facebook, wondering if anyone I know from BFSIA will be online, but I know it's time to really finish those summer assignments. I am working out a schedule to upload all those entries before school starts, but until then, I'll leave you with a short slide show created by nine other teens and me.



PS: I also found this press release that summarizes our program through Google Feeds (http://media-newswire.com/release_1123028.html).

With much love, Kathy P.

Tuesday, July 20

I crack silly, corny jokes

Some days I will just look back, and remember moments I forgot to put down in pen. Here is one such example:

One day the BFSIA participants had night classes to follow a full day of our morning classes, we protested to absorbing one extra lecture. So to fill the time, the mentors elected Mahrie to hold a lecture on "Democracy".

However she mishears. Mahrie is teaching an impromptu about "Democracy/Diplomacy", and she begins speaking about how track one diplomacy is governmental involvement while track two is "people to people" as citizens. She asks the students if we have any questions.
Me: If Track 1 and 2 don't work, does that mean the trains will stop running?
Mahrie: For your case, it does.

With much love, Kathy P.

Can Youth Make a Difference?

Today was spectacular. It proved that although we have spent nearly a month bonding over commonalities, there are still personal opinions and ideas that make us uniquely ourselves. It's a not a bad thing per say that we find topics we disagree on, because we learn to value each others' individuality along the way. In an eyeopening activity, we attempted to answer a question or statement each round. The questions included: "Are women better than men in promoting peace" and "Can youth make a difference in their community?" among others. For each round, we would stand close to the according wall signifying whether we thought the statement was "completely false" to "completely true". As we lined ourselves with the side of spectrum we most agreed with, we saw divergences in beliefs, but everyone had the chance to defend their position and inevitably try to persuade their peers to join their side. Some participants remained consistently in the middle, and I think that's a perfectly safe place to stay when one wants more time or information before formulating one's ideas.

For most of the discussion, I saw that my peers had a mostly neutral point of view, but the fore-mentioned question generated much debate: "Can youth make a difference in their community?". They way the participants interpreted this question involved politics and civic involvement. It was surprising to me, and certainly for some of my more opinionated fellow participants, that we had friends that thought it was impossible for young people to make an impact in their community, but they justified with personal perceptions. They argued that the system of government in their country is not as receptive as the US government, and also pointed out that some of their countries struggle with corruption, but I guess I cannot say that it is universally easy for youth to leave an impact on their community. I haven't experienced life first hand outside the USA.

Nonetheless, it has never been easy for ANY individual to rally change. I observed that through historical lens of the American civil rights movement, international revolutions and the passive ways of Gandhi. When I was younger, I was convinced that I had to wait until I was at least 18 years old to affect any policy in my community, but now I strongly believe that youth are capable of contributing positively to their communities. However, it's the amount of effort exerted that determines what scale the effect becomes. It may be discouraging to people of my generation. Often, there is push-back from adults that often claim that it's better than youth wait until they are older to civilly participate, but change always requires a strong leader and the support of others to succeed. I would never claim that one person can do everything alone, much lest a person of my age. It requires cooperation, but that's precisely why youth are powerful, we are large in numbers and we have decades ahead of us to promote a better future.

Following the activity, we had a guest speaker who talked about his leadership in the Armenian youth movement. He was a passionate young man as we could tell, and he genuinely believed in grassroots movements to promote change in his country. How odd that the participants held an exhausting debate about the role of our generation, and to have our latest lecture-person finally convince my peers that even though the effects may start small, youth's action can grow into great significance. I like to call that the tumbleweed effect; once movements gain momentum, they get larger and larger. Amen to that.

With much love, Kathy P.

Sunday, July 18

BBQ with the Greats!

Earlier today we had the chance to visit a mosque, which was actually a Muslim community center, but I actually did not go. I slightly regret my decision since I had too much time after catching up on my sleep and doing laundry, however I was glad to hear about the trip when my fellow participants returned. When lunch was finished, I talked to a curious program evaluator today about my experience here; all positive feedback of course, even the GMU-Wake Forest Copenhagen simulation debacle (actually turned out for the best, now that I reflect on the day). After doing so, I became aware of how formally I speak to strangers; it's quite atypical of young people my age, and I wonder what sort of impression it gives.

There are notably more people on the GMU campus now that students from the forensics and arts camps have arrived. On top of that the incoming college freshmen are moving in following their orientation, so that means that access to Eisenhower and other buildings are limited now. I will miss the peace and quiet, but it's not too much of a loss...except the crowded Johnson Center. I suppose that means there will be more prey for the nasty summer bugs in Fairfax at least.

Before the BBQ, just sitting on the grass lawn outside the Madison dorms
Anyways, there was great merriment after sunset. We danced, we ate and we sang! Tonight is Hisraf's birthday, so we combined the possible party with a BBQ celebration where the Fairfax Peer Mediator group also joined us. It was a joy to have them back, and they displayed their extremely talented dance skills right before dinnertime. Jana's dance instructor taught us Zoomba, a fun, fast-paced and exciting style of dance influenced by Brazilian and African dance moves. The BBQ was excellent, not quite as memorable as Fourth of July at Point of View, but awesome nonetheless.

I gave Hisraf his card, and we all relaxed on the grass lawn enjoying our meals. We had watermelon for dessert. I learned several things that night: I actually like veggie burgers and it is a smart idea to check for wax paper sheets attached to your slice of cheese before biting into your tasty burger. At the end of the night, I ended up having a wonderful talk with Bardia and Jana. Since we opened the girls door on the ground floor, the fire alarm triggered too! Tomorrow we have the option of taking a swim, and as one could guess, I could not be more enthusiastic about that chance!

Image Source: Carly L.
With much love, Kathy P.

Monday, July 5

Philosophy Under the Night Sky

The East Coast is puzzling. How can the sky rain so suddenly and the heavy showers stop so rapidly? Why does channel 95.5 play Katy Perry's "California Girls" on the radio every time we board into a blue van with Hussein or another mentor? And why are the bugs so aggressive? Their bites swell! Fairfax is certainly different from San Jose, but I like it here. There are intelligent students who can speak 3-5 different languages, spend the night talking about philosophy, music and culture and people who I am so glad to have met. When we were sitting outside the dorms having a deep discussion, I was quite amazed about the variety of theoretical questions my companions asked. For example:
  • "You are trapped on a island, and can bring only three things. What would you bring?"
  • "If you were any other living being, what would you be?"
  • "If God gave you an extra eye and you had to accept it somewhere on your body, where would it be?"
  • "If you could go back in history, would you kill anyone? And who would it be?"
  • "What drink would you be?"
The talk was entirely unscripted, and there was a funny moment when Thanos answered, "Would you take the chance to be another gender in another life?". I also was amazed with Rohan's answer for the "extra eye" question; my father talked about the same philosopher he mentioned. It is the small moments like these that remind me that BFSIA is truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. I feel like a different person here. I am re-learning how to relax and be a fun person again, instead of an always serious person. I finally feel young again!

Image Source: ---
With much love, Kathy P.

Sunday, July 4

Fireworks, Baseball Game and a Great Meal

When I heard of the name Four Points, I had no clue it would be so beautiful. Seriously, the phrase reminds me of the movie "Gangs of New York" where Leonardo DiCaprio plays a young Irish immigrant who falls into the wrong crowd and ends up fighting a native gang in America. The film's setting was an urban neighborhood called Five Points, the place where a Chinatown sits in New York now. Instead, we arrived to a house turned office building with a large backyard suited for Frisbee and soccer. People were cooking delicious food inside the kitchen, while half of us bathed in the sun.

Dinner turned out very well, and I tried biryani for the first time. I think I'm in love with that rice dish; it's perfect. After we ate, it was time to head to Potomac Stadium to watch the Nationals junior team play baseball. Unfortunately, the weather added to my discomfort. Abdullah was my umbrella for a bit, but I left the game after a few innings. Looking back, I heard it was a great game, but it was too hot sitting in the bleachers. Some of the participants went out to play soccer instead. Mahri and Farangis joined in this time, so it was a fun game. I literally ran into a tiny accident, and perhaps overreacted afterward, but everything should be fine.The fireworks show was amazing,--if only I filmed it!

Image Source: I took it!
With much love, Kathy P.

Thursday, July 1

"Moni from Monticello"

As written in my physical journal:

With four straight games of soccer, we won all three and lost the last match. I had fun running around the field, and was glad Zainab joined in the game. That girl really has some guts, I admire that! She was also the brave one to climb all the way up the tall structure during the ROPES course. During yesterday's game, the soccer ball hit my hand, so my wrist feels a bit funny, but at least I can write now.

Going to Thomas Jefferson's house Monticello was a blast. Our first tour guide took half our group around his physical house, and I thought TJ was very innovating in utilizing space. I'd love to own a home like him; it's functional, orderly and cozy although I wouldn't need an estate as large as his. Sans* the fields and slave quarters too. Monticello's almost as pretty as Mount Vernon (George Washington's house) when I went in eighth grade. Earlier in class, people called President TJ was a hypocrite for wanting black rights yet owning hundreds of slaves and although I stayed quiet, I disagreed. I think there was a deeper struggle between keeping status quo, maintaining economic prosperity and his personal desires. Everyone has their vices/flaws, right?

I was listening to Maribel's Ipod when we were on the bus, and our music tastes overlap by 90%. I absolutely adore Pink**, and was glad to listen to her songs during the trip. One memorable bus moment was when the two of us were watching Britney Spear's "Womanizer" music video. Moni sat a seat behind us, and it was a bit weird to say, since the was an abundance of nudity on the screen. Most foreigners know America through our media, but I am a bit embarrassed about how the popular mainstream music features a wealth of sexual content and the movies stress violent retaliation. I used to like watching the news too, but then I discovered the bias behind major TV channels. In the long run, I really hope I will not corrupt anyone on this trip by affirming the negative stereotype of wild American teenagers.

*Without
**Great pop music artist with a bit of grunge flair
Image Source: Tamar
With much love, Kathy P.

Tuesday, June 29

Woah! Everyone is asleep

"Hey girl. Hey!" "I love this place, but the people here are even better."
The assignment was to write 300 words about my "first impression about the BFSIA program". Well, I arrived to the Dulles Airport around 10pm at night, and met some of the American fellows, and came back to the GMU dorms at 12pm. The girls were asleep so I could not introduce myself. However, the next day was fascinating. I met so many people that it was difficult to remember everyone's names and their countries, but it was a positive experience. Everyone seems like a nice person, and I hope I get to know them better over this month. I think my room-mates are really cool: Meena and Asina. Their names rhyme! I am excited that the program started already, how did the days go by? And I wonder how I got here. Mashed potatoes, yellow scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon strips for breakfast was a hearty meal. I liked the GMU campus, but the hot and humid weather made it hard to bear at first. The food was decent at the Southside cafeteria. I worked with the other Americans to present Halloween and Valentine's Day, and it was entertaining composing the project. I was pretty happy when we started dancing after the holiday skits. When we returned to the dorms, Ayeesha and the other girls taught us how to dance. Most of us joined in, and added our own dance moves to the beat. It was fun. And yesterday, we danced throughout cultural night!

Image Source: I took it!
With much love, Kathy P.

Monday, June 28

Mendi on my Hands, Hands. Pedicure on my Toes, Toes.

It rained today! Thunder and lightning filled the sky, and it was the first warm rain for a long time. I haven't experienced weather like this since grade school. There has only been one thunderstorm in my life before this one. Carly pulled me out into the rain. We ran around the campus, danced, jumped into puddles, and ran back into the dorms for a nice shower. The other participants were also soaking after the weather. I forgot to mention, but I saw Anthony Phan and the JROTC JLAB team* today. It was nice seeing people from Andrew P. Hill and I hope to bump into them later on. We held a cultural night, where many of us danced. I guess it's a universal activity, and I really enjoyed the opportunity to pick up some new dance moves. No one minds if you dance well or badly, and it is very stress relieving. Being at George Mason is much more fun than staying at home this summer. I should also post a photo of the mendhi (henna tattoo) that Ayeesha drew for me. She's talented in the art, and I love the designs she made. The henna dried quickly, and I adore the amber brown color left behind.

*They were schoolmates.
Image Source: I took it!
With much love, Kathy P.

Sunday, June 27

"Sunshine Shower" to Wake Everyone Up

Today is the first day I have met the participants awake. We received binders and material from the State Department, and had time to explore the campus. It is remarkably hot at GMU, so I'm glad we have water bottles by our side, even though the campus water tastes a bit weird. I expected to find a cafeteria that has fluorescent lights, minimal tables and a long line of people carrying food trays, but Southside has exceeded my expectations. It looks really nice inside, but I have to admit, I might gain a few pounds eating the food there.

We broke into country groups today, where I met the other Americans. There are two other students from California, and even though we're from the same state, I seem to be oblivious to much of the culture of Southern California. Actually, I am an anomaly. Maybe I have been living in Plato's Cave for too long, or haven't watched enough TV.
Responding to Joe I said: Wait, "ice" means jewelry?
After it all, every country group presented their national holidays. The Americans did well I thought, showing a funny skit about Valentine's Day and Halloween.
-Hey guys, what are you going to be for Halloween?
-I'm going to be a ghost.
-I'm going to be Will Smith.
-I'm dressing up as a very, very, very scary thing....A cat!
Continued...
-I'm going to be a Native American for Halloween!
-Wait Anil, I thought you were already an Indian!
The jokes are funnier when performed than written out, especially since a person sees the context behind the lines. I think everyone did a great job, and we broke out dancing to cultural music after several performances. The exercise had me ready for dinner at Ike's, this small outlet near the place we picked up our room keys. Afterward, we met Brittney the final American for this program! I really enjoyed the first day. I have a feeling that I'm going to love this program.

Image Source: Tamar
With much love, Kathy P.

Saturday, June 26

Arrival Day: "Yay! We're here"

As written in my physical diary:


26 Jun 2010
The flight layover to Chicago feels monotonous without a TV screen or radio station access plug equipped to my seat. What is a girl to do? I brought my summer reading books in my backpack, but I've already read through all of them! Asides from the occasional bodies of water, the ground below looks all the same: green, gold and beige fields in the Midwest. I remember that the trip took less time when I was flying with Continental earlier (SJ to Austin to DC, DC to Denver to SJ back), but at least with Southwestern it's open-seating arrangements with "complementary snacks and beverages". I slept soundly after I boarded the plane and found a window seat, but when I woke up an hour later the plane was yet to depart. Forty-five minutes later, we finally left the runway. Right now, I see something amazing the left of me. There is a thick fog of clouds that the plane is passing through; the view is creme fraiche, a sea of buttermilk surrounding the plane's body. It is a nice change from the farmland body of Mother Terra.


Later that day...
Guess what? I am in Sandora's* hometown, Chicago! Actually, I am writing in the plane leaving the city, because I had only an hour to spend before this flight. There was another participant from Chicago, and I wished that we took the same flight to DC, but there's no sign of her here.
When we approaching the Midway airport, I began to see suburbia again! All the houses seemed to have swimming pools in their backyard, and I am remarkably jealous--I haven't gone swimming this summer yet. The food court is spectacular, there are too many choices on where to eat, but I settled for the Italian option. I don't regret it either! The food is great. I am enjoying a generous portion of penne alla primavera; I never thought vegetables and pasta could taste so great together! I was tempted to purchase a I <3 Chicago T-shirt and post on Sandora's Facebook wall, but one, airport merchandise is overpriced and two, I have no Internet access. I was irritated during the last flight because the crew never announced what time we would land, but according to the staff on this flight, I have 1h25 until we hit DC. There are noticeably less people in this plane too, so I get a whole row to myself.  


Outside my dorm room at George Mason University (GMU)...
Dulles is a pretty airport, it looks ten times better than the Reagan airport. My flight arrived on time, and I boarded this neat shuttle that took me to baggage claims. Shortly, however, I noticed that I did not have any contact information from the BFSIA organizers. I mistakenly added the fax line number as the phone number for their office, and wasn't sure what to do, so I walked around. Ten minutes later, I had my bag and found the right people to talk to. I think their names were Brett, Lori and Lane. It's nice meeting new people. There were two boys from Texas(Anil and Daniel) who arrived an hour before I did, and I already forgot who is from Austin and who is from Houston**. We waited another hour for Robert from Oregon, but it turned into an hour and a half. I am not sure what happened with his flight, but we were off to the vans.
On the way to GMU, I thought,"Wow. How bizzare, I'm in a van full of strangers at midnight; normally, that would be a dumb thing to do." However, I think I'll be alright. We received our our dorm keys, toiletry, sheets, swipe cards, water bottles, t-shirts and extra gear for "class" which starts later next week. I wish I opted for an earlier flight because most of the girls went to sleep two hours before I came to the dorms. When I came into my room, it was pitch-dark and my roommates were asleep. I was afraid to turn on the lights, fearing that I would wake them up, but I already did when I started unpacking. They looked really tired and resumed sleeping. I don't know their names yet, but I should ask tomorrow. I left my pasta leftovers in my room, smells appetizing.


Other thoughts that day which weren't written down, but I now remember:
First night in, and I was surprised to be paid. The allowance was for dinner, but I was content with my pasta dish that I still had from Chicago, so there's extra cash in my pocket, yay!

*my super-funny, cool former chemistry teacher
** I remember now at least!

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With much love, Kathy P.

Monday, June 14

First Thing on my Mind about Leaving California

How many people look outside their windows on a rainy day? The skies are gray, dull and the colors are lost to a desaturated version of life during these seasons. It hardly rains during summers in California, but instead, I am reminiscing the cloudy, cold monotone rains and a bit about the humid, violent orange thunderous rains of fall, winter and spring. It is a stark contrast to the sunshine that pervades the hours near the poolside and bicycling along the trails, but the grimmer days make me appreciate the nice weather around my area. I will probably miss it as I enter a place humid and hot during the summer with some spouts of unexpected rain, but I might enjoy the Virginian climate once I adapt to it. There is so much ahead and I am curious about who I will meet during the Ben Franklin Institute with Central and South Asia.



Image Source: http://acousticrhythm.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/rainy-days.jpeg
With much love, Kathy P.