I've now been in Karamoja for two weeks... I'm finally starting to feel settled in here. My schedule's sorted out, I'm getting to know everyone, and the jet lag is gone. I'm off mefloquine (the malaria prophylaxis I was taking, which was giving me nightmares), taking doxycycline now. That should help.
Here's an average, weekday Day in the Life of an MK Teacher here in Nakaale :)
6:30AM -- I'm on the top bunk, right next to the window. The sun rises and at first the sky is grayish... I go in and out of sleep for a while, but when the sky starts turning pink and purple I know it's time to get up. It's really a beautiful view from my bunk... looking out over the savanna to the dim outline of mountains in the distance. I eat breakfast, make coffee and get ready for the day.
8:00 Literature(MWF)/Bible(T/Th) with Bobby and Anna Wright
8:45 World History with Bobby & Anna
9:45 Omnibus III (Great Books) with Maria Tricarico
10:30 Omnibus III with James Tricarico
11:45 Grammar/Vocab with Caleb Okken
12:00 lunch (rice and beans in the main house every weekday)
1:45 Heritage Studies (world history) with Mary and Kipsy Wright
Depending on the afternoon, I may go down to the clinic with Erika to visit our little Kenyan friends Faith, James and Stacey. Erika teaches Faith three days each week, and I'd like to go as often as I can just to play with the younger kids while she teaches. Erika and I sometimes need to prepare food to bring to dinner at someone's house (we have dinner invites 4 days/week right now), or we may need to make our own dinner. I try to prepare the next day's lessons in the afternoons, because in the evenings we're often visiting with people and it's nice to be able to socialize without having to leave right after dinner to get back to work. But when my reading load picks up I'll probably have to skip out pretty quickly after group dinners.
Some highlights of this week:
- There was a HUGE spider in our banda (hut). It was as big as my palm, hairy, fast, and we could see its eyes gleaming at us. NOT OKAY. I really, really, really hate spiders, so I mostly held the flashlight, moved the furniture and poked it to make it move around so that Erika could squish it with my shoe. It was epic.
We have a friendly little brown gecko who lives in our hut, and we like him because he eats bugs. I'm pretty sure if gecko and spider had ever brawled, spider would have won, which would be sad, because I like our gecko. But the spider has been conquered.
- I went to the town of Namalu on Tuesday. I bought some things at the store there (we call it WalMart... but its actually about the size of a small living room). We had samosas at a "restaurant" (they pulled two benches out of a shack for us to sit on, and served our samosas on a real plate). Samosas are deep-fried pastry things filled with beef and onions. So good. They made us a fresh batch so they were hot and safe to eat. An old woman with a terrible sore on her leg was begging from us and almost snatched Anna's wallet out of her hand. On the way home we ran over a huge black mamba in the road... but it was already dead.
- Priya the cat just ran into my banda, chased something, caught it, walked outside with it and ate it. What was that? A mouse? A gecko? I'm so confused. Uhh... thanks Priya.
- It has been raining like CRAZY here. This is supposed to be the start of dry season but it's been pouring rain for days. It's always overcast and it usually rains in the evening, but it's rained in the morning a couple times which is apparently very unusual here.
- Last night all the visitors (me, Erika, James, Johnny, Ruffin, Britney, Joe and Heather) went over to Jim and Jenny (Baumgardner) Knox's house, and Jim played his bagpipes for us. After the typical Scotland the Brave and Amazing Grace, he took requests. He had a kids book of easy bagpipe tunes... so he played Pop Goes the Weasle and La Cucaracha. HILARITY. Then we had some hilarious conversations after dinner about spanking in public schools (still happens in TX, apparently), various uses of cow dung, and the worst travel toilet experiences (one involved a pole to push pigs away). It was so fun.
Ok, I've got to go. This afternoon Erika and I have our first ngaKaramojong lesson with Rose, our laundry lady. That should be fun :)
I miss you all... hope all's well on the home front. I'd love to hear from you!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
I've been enjoying the peace and quiet here, but I'm ready to have my friends back again :) It's boring being the only one on this compound all day! Of course I have plenty of work to do, but it would be nice to have a few distractions :)
This morning Priya showed up and she's skinny now, which means she had her kittens and they're around here somewhere... I haven't found them yet. I hope they all survive :/
Last night there was quite a party going on out in the street - shouting, singing, drums, general craziness. To be honest, I was a little scared. The conga line seemed to have stopped right outside our gates and it was very loud, and my untrained ears couldn't really tell if they were just having a good time, or doing some scary witchcraft ritual or something... but Laurie assured me this morning that the villagers were just out drinking and enjoying the moonlight.
This morning Faith (my brilliant multilingual Kenyan friend) came over, we finished her schoolwork for this week and then spent an hour playing Life. She kept asking difficult questions like, "what is stock?" or "I got the mobile home! Is this a nice home in America?"
Last night Heather and I went to the Okken's house for pizza and a movie with their kids (Caleb is 8, Megan is 5 and Jacob is 3, I think? Or am I totally off?). Sunshine is a great cook (she's very humble about it but the truth is... she can cook) and we watched How To Train Your Dragon which was such a fun movie. Little Jacob was afraid at some points and didn't totally understand that the big dragon died... but he still liked it. On Thursday night Laurie and Josh had me over to eat Indian food (something with paneer, the unmeltable cheese) and watch a super cheesy Bollywood flick, Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai. That was super fun.
I can't wait till everyone gets back this afternoon and I have my roommate back :) Several people were down in Jinja rafting the Nile on Thursday so I can't wait to hear their stories. Every Saturday night the whole mission gets together for a meal and we play bocce, chat and relax, which is a great tradition.
And on Monday I start teaching! We're still ironing out my schedule (flexibility is key!) but in the meantime I am prepping for seven classes.
I was feeling a little sick this morning so I'm going to take it easy, try to sleep it off and hope it's not malaria. But don't worry, if it is, I won't die! I'll get medicine and be on the mend in just a couple days. Erika and Johnny both had malaria last week and were improved enough after taking the medicine for just a couple days that they were still able to go on the Nile rafting trip. I think maybe I'm just dehydrated though. It's hot, dry and windy here so I've just got to remind myself to drink lots of water. Funny thing is, it feels hot here to me, but this is only the beginning! Give it a couple more months and we'll really be in the dry season with temps well above 100 degrees. I'm glad I've got time to acclimate :)
Friday, October 21, 2011
Most of the mission is down country on various retreats/errands/adventures right now, so it's very quiet here. The only ones left here are Laurie and Josh Tricarico, the Okkens, Jim & Jenny Knox, Heather and me. As the only mzungu on the Wright's compound during the day, I've been having quite a few conversations with the Karamojong guards, our laundry lady Rose, and the slashers (men who cut the grass by slashing it with sickles).
The other day I heard "Emily!" Iriyama Paul told me that something smelled very bad behind the schoolhouse, in the shady area where the workers sit down to rest. The schoolhouse also houses the kitchen, bathroom and shower that Erika and I share, so they thought that maybe we had rotting food or that our propane tanks were leaking. But after some investigation they determined it was probably a dead rat rotting under the building. Great. So today Josh is going to come and see if there is anything dead on top of the building; if not, it's underneath and we'll just have to deal with the rank smell for a little while.
The Wright's cat Priya is going to have kittens any day now. She's huge and she is desperate for food. I feed her a little more than the other cats since she certainly can't hunt in her condition. But she's becoming quite a pest and keeps trying to get into my banda. I don't want her having her kittens here, because then I'd have to leave the door unlocked and open all the time for her to come in and out. Although the workers here are very kind, petty theft is an issue here so we have to keep the buildings locked when we're not around.
Yesterday I went down to the clinic to teach Faith, the eight year old daughter of a Kenyan couple working at the mission. She is a brilliant girl and speaks four languages. Her little brother James (4) and cousin Stacey (3) were also there so I played with them. James speaks some English but Stacey only knows a handful of words. The primary language in their home is kiSwahili. Erika taught them Duck Duck Goose and they know Ring Around the Rosey (in kiSwahili!). They are absolutely adorable. Stacey's mom died of cancer just a few weeks ago, and her father and brother are working and can't care for her, so she's moved in with her cousins here. She's been very shy and sad and hasn't been eating much, but it was great to see her smile and laugh and play yesterday. Poor thing.
I have lots of lesson prep to do before Monday! SO MUCH READING. And the internet here is horrible, so I may not post too often, but I'll do my best.
I miss you all! Please email me or comment here -- Facebook is pretty unreliable so the best way to reach me is through email (emilygpihl@gmail.com). I'd love to hear from you!
Emily
The other day I heard "Emily!" Iriyama Paul told me that something smelled very bad behind the schoolhouse, in the shady area where the workers sit down to rest. The schoolhouse also houses the kitchen, bathroom and shower that Erika and I share, so they thought that maybe we had rotting food or that our propane tanks were leaking. But after some investigation they determined it was probably a dead rat rotting under the building. Great. So today Josh is going to come and see if there is anything dead on top of the building; if not, it's underneath and we'll just have to deal with the rank smell for a little while.
The Wright's cat Priya is going to have kittens any day now. She's huge and she is desperate for food. I feed her a little more than the other cats since she certainly can't hunt in her condition. But she's becoming quite a pest and keeps trying to get into my banda. I don't want her having her kittens here, because then I'd have to leave the door unlocked and open all the time for her to come in and out. Although the workers here are very kind, petty theft is an issue here so we have to keep the buildings locked when we're not around.
Yesterday I went down to the clinic to teach Faith, the eight year old daughter of a Kenyan couple working at the mission. She is a brilliant girl and speaks four languages. Her little brother James (4) and cousin Stacey (3) were also there so I played with them. James speaks some English but Stacey only knows a handful of words. The primary language in their home is kiSwahili. Erika taught them Duck Duck Goose and they know Ring Around the Rosey (in kiSwahili!). They are absolutely adorable. Stacey's mom died of cancer just a few weeks ago, and her father and brother are working and can't care for her, so she's moved in with her cousins here. She's been very shy and sad and hasn't been eating much, but it was great to see her smile and laugh and play yesterday. Poor thing.
I have lots of lesson prep to do before Monday! SO MUCH READING. And the internet here is horrible, so I may not post too often, but I'll do my best.
I miss you all! Please email me or comment here -- Facebook is pretty unreliable so the best way to reach me is through email (emilygpihl@gmail.com). I'd love to hear from you!
Emily
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Yesterday was quite an exciting day at Matoke Inn (the Africa Inland Mission guesthouse). Eight AIMers arrived yesterday morning... they will be staying in different locations in Central Africa, some for two months, some as long as a year. The six girls were all worn out and went to bed, but the two guys had the right idea (don't sleep! fight the jetlag!) so I was able to talk to them quite a bit - one is going to Arua, in northwestern Uganda, and the other to Nagishot, South Sudan. I have to say, it was SO nice to be around people who think like me! People who've got the Africa bug and are willing to give up a lot back home just to be out here doing the work they feel the Lord has called them to. I was really impressed by all these short-term missionaries and I have a lot of respect for their organization now that I've gotten to know them and heard first hand what AIM is like.
The big deal of the day, though, was that Phyllis Penner, who runs Matoke but is scheduled to move back to Canada in four weeks, slipped on the wet steps yesterday during a rainstorm and broke her foot. I was just sitting there talking to someone in the living room, and one minute I saw her outside, the next minute she disappeared and I heard a yell and she was down. Her ankle got swollen really quickly. So sad. She got it "cemented." Pray for her healing.
OK, got to go. More later. Time to drive up to Karamoja!
The big deal of the day, though, was that Phyllis Penner, who runs Matoke but is scheduled to move back to Canada in four weeks, slipped on the wet steps yesterday during a rainstorm and broke her foot. I was just sitting there talking to someone in the living room, and one minute I saw her outside, the next minute she disappeared and I heard a yell and she was down. Her ankle got swollen really quickly. So sad. She got it "cemented." Pray for her healing.
OK, got to go. More later. Time to drive up to Karamoja!
Friday, October 14, 2011
Matoke Inn
I made it!
Overall, my trip wasn't too bad. Our flight out of Pittsburgh had to sit on the runway for an hour, but I was sitting next to a Christian man and we had a very encouraging conversation for about two hours, which really helped my nerves! I got lost for 1 1/2 hours in Newark Airport (so many people pointed me to the wrong places!!) but in the end I found my terminal with plenty of time to spare. I sat next to a nice Belgian woman on that flight, but we mostly slept and her English wasn't too good so we only talked for about 45 minutes.
The flight from Brussels to Kigali to Entebbe was unlike any plane ride I've ever experienced. Everyone was walking around, talking, laughing, having a great time, hanging out in the aisles... I had an empty seat next to me so lots of people came and sat by me throughout the flight while they waited in line for the bathroom or got up to stretch.
Most of the people around me were Rwandan and only spoke French. There were three small Rwandan children - two boys, ages 3 and 5, and a one year old girl -- and it was so cool, it was like an unspoken agreement that they could wander around the cabin and every person on the flight was babysitting them. They were SO cute. They sat next to me in the empty seat and I practiced my French with the boys. We watched movies and they'd teach me vocab. I taught them how to make paper fans and colored with them. The little girl could only say one word in English -- "HI!" -- and she would just wander up and down the aisle tapping everyone on the knee saying "hi-eee!" At one point I was dead asleep and she said hi to me so distinctly that I woke right up and her little eyes were staring right at me -- she wouldn't leave till I said hi back :)
I met some young people going on a mission trip to spend two weeks at an orphanage in Kampala, and I met the pastor who runs the orphanage (with 1800 kids!). What a great guy, so funny and easy to talk to and earnest about his work. He really encouraged me and he invited me to visit Sifa International (his orphanage/school) whenever I'm in Kampala.
Now I'm at Matoke Inn in Lubowa, waiting to be picked up by Milton, a deacon from an Mbale church. He's going to take me grocery shopping in Kampala, then we'll pick up Martha Wright in Namugongo and head to Mbale for the night (we'll stay with the Wingards). Tomorrow we'll had all the way up to Nakapiripirit.
In other news:
-- I thought there was some strange exotic bird in the tree outside my window this morning. Nope, those were monkeys making all that noise!
-- Saw my first of many AK-47s.
-- Driving here will always scare me.
Overall, my trip wasn't too bad. Our flight out of Pittsburgh had to sit on the runway for an hour, but I was sitting next to a Christian man and we had a very encouraging conversation for about two hours, which really helped my nerves! I got lost for 1 1/2 hours in Newark Airport (so many people pointed me to the wrong places!!) but in the end I found my terminal with plenty of time to spare. I sat next to a nice Belgian woman on that flight, but we mostly slept and her English wasn't too good so we only talked for about 45 minutes.
The flight from Brussels to Kigali to Entebbe was unlike any plane ride I've ever experienced. Everyone was walking around, talking, laughing, having a great time, hanging out in the aisles... I had an empty seat next to me so lots of people came and sat by me throughout the flight while they waited in line for the bathroom or got up to stretch.
Most of the people around me were Rwandan and only spoke French. There were three small Rwandan children - two boys, ages 3 and 5, and a one year old girl -- and it was so cool, it was like an unspoken agreement that they could wander around the cabin and every person on the flight was babysitting them. They were SO cute. They sat next to me in the empty seat and I practiced my French with the boys. We watched movies and they'd teach me vocab. I taught them how to make paper fans and colored with them. The little girl could only say one word in English -- "HI!" -- and she would just wander up and down the aisle tapping everyone on the knee saying "hi-eee!" At one point I was dead asleep and she said hi to me so distinctly that I woke right up and her little eyes were staring right at me -- she wouldn't leave till I said hi back :)
I met some young people going on a mission trip to spend two weeks at an orphanage in Kampala, and I met the pastor who runs the orphanage (with 1800 kids!). What a great guy, so funny and easy to talk to and earnest about his work. He really encouraged me and he invited me to visit Sifa International (his orphanage/school) whenever I'm in Kampala.
Now I'm at Matoke Inn in Lubowa, waiting to be picked up by Milton, a deacon from an Mbale church. He's going to take me grocery shopping in Kampala, then we'll pick up Martha Wright in Namugongo and head to Mbale for the night (we'll stay with the Wingards). Tomorrow we'll had all the way up to Nakapiripirit.
In other news:
-- I thought there was some strange exotic bird in the tree outside my window this morning. Nope, those were monkeys making all that noise!
-- Saw my first of many AK-47s.
-- Driving here will always scare me.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Last Day in Americaland
This past week and a half in Pennsylvania have truly been a blessing.
I got to witness one of my best friends get married (though as the Baby Wrangler I didn't actually hear too much of the ceremony!).
I got to spend several wonderful afternoons of good conversation and a beautiful walk at Brady's Run with Brenda and Stephen.
On Sunday I was able to see family and friends again and worship at both the First RP and College Hill RP churches (and the McChesney kids taught me to make some pretty fancy paper airplanes...). Elaine Tweed feasted us and Meg Morton made me laugh SO MUCH.
I played Bananagrams and watched loads of episodes of Community with Jenny and Jason. (hey, Jason -- Careless Whispers)
I had so much baby time -- Peyton Halstead, Wade McCracken and James Curran are unbelievably cute!
I splurged on the Canaan Conquest (twice!) at Beaver Falls Coffee and Tea Co. (milk and honey, cinnamon, espresso... amazing).
I went to the Pittsburgh Strip District, bought loads of trail mix and saw some headless chickens hanging from a ceiling.
I got a Kindle as a gift from a certain amazing person (*cough*Filbert*cough*).
And I even managed to get some work done in the midst of all this amazingness.
My flight leaves Pittsburgh at 12:30 tomorrow (Wednesday) and I'll arrive in Uganda at 9:45 Thursday night (which would be 2:45PM EST).
For those who have asked, you can still email me at emilygpihl@gmail.com, comment on this blog, facebook me or write me some good ol' fashioned snail mail. Letters and small, flat packages generally arrive in two weeks. My address in Uganda will be:
PO Box 1307
Mbale, Uganda
East Africa
Much love to all my friends and family. Next time I write will most likely be from the other side of the world :)
I got to witness one of my best friends get married (though as the Baby Wrangler I didn't actually hear too much of the ceremony!).
I got to spend several wonderful afternoons of good conversation and a beautiful walk at Brady's Run with Brenda and Stephen.
On Sunday I was able to see family and friends again and worship at both the First RP and College Hill RP churches (and the McChesney kids taught me to make some pretty fancy paper airplanes...). Elaine Tweed feasted us and Meg Morton made me laugh SO MUCH.
I played Bananagrams and watched loads of episodes of Community with Jenny and Jason. (hey, Jason -- Careless Whispers)
I had so much baby time -- Peyton Halstead, Wade McCracken and James Curran are unbelievably cute!
I splurged on the Canaan Conquest (twice!) at Beaver Falls Coffee and Tea Co. (milk and honey, cinnamon, espresso... amazing).
I went to the Pittsburgh Strip District, bought loads of trail mix and saw some headless chickens hanging from a ceiling.
I got a Kindle as a gift from a certain amazing person (*cough*Filbert*cough*).
And I even managed to get some work done in the midst of all this amazingness.
My flight leaves Pittsburgh at 12:30 tomorrow (Wednesday) and I'll arrive in Uganda at 9:45 Thursday night (which would be 2:45PM EST).
For those who have asked, you can still email me at emilygpihl@gmail.com, comment on this blog, facebook me or write me some good ol' fashioned snail mail. Letters and small, flat packages generally arrive in two weeks. My address in Uganda will be:
PO Box 1307
Mbale, Uganda
East Africa
Much love to all my friends and family. Next time I write will most likely be from the other side of the world :)
Friday, October 7, 2011
RPTS?
I found out a few days ago that as an RP Missions veteran, I get half off tuition at the Reformed Presbyterian Theological Seminary. (!!!)
I would love to get the Missionary Certificate (one year, 45 credit hours). The question is, is it worth the roughly $7,000 it would cost to get this certificate... and whether to do this before or after my plan to teach in Korea. Part of me thinks maybe I should do this first, get all my loans under my belt, THEN jet off to Korea to pay my loans off. That way, once I'm done with Korea I can go to the mission field as soon as a door opens. Seminary classes would also prepare me well for the missions opportunities and tentmaker ministry I will have in South Korea. More decisions! More to pray about! Any advice?
This past week has really encouraged me and confirmed (as much as is possible on this side of the field) that this idea of long-term missions is not really so far fetched for me. With such supportive believers around me, at home in Rochester and here in Western PA, it's far less daunting.
What I'm really learning is that the Lord gives us the grace for each situation as it comes. He doesn't promise to prepare me NOW for everything I'll face and every decision I'll have to make, but I know that when the time comes He will draw near to me and not leave me on my own to follow Him in my own strength. No, He will provide both the path and the strength to follow it. His mercies truly are new every morning, to meet the new challenges each day brings. I hope you feel the comfort of this promise!
I would love to get the Missionary Certificate (one year, 45 credit hours). The question is, is it worth the roughly $7,000 it would cost to get this certificate... and whether to do this before or after my plan to teach in Korea. Part of me thinks maybe I should do this first, get all my loans under my belt, THEN jet off to Korea to pay my loans off. That way, once I'm done with Korea I can go to the mission field as soon as a door opens. Seminary classes would also prepare me well for the missions opportunities and tentmaker ministry I will have in South Korea. More decisions! More to pray about! Any advice?
This past week has really encouraged me and confirmed (as much as is possible on this side of the field) that this idea of long-term missions is not really so far fetched for me. With such supportive believers around me, at home in Rochester and here in Western PA, it's far less daunting.
What I'm really learning is that the Lord gives us the grace for each situation as it comes. He doesn't promise to prepare me NOW for everything I'll face and every decision I'll have to make, but I know that when the time comes He will draw near to me and not leave me on my own to follow Him in my own strength. No, He will provide both the path and the strength to follow it. His mercies truly are new every morning, to meet the new challenges each day brings. I hope you feel the comfort of this promise!
I like Pennsylvania.
I've had a great week here in PA!
Last Saturday I attended the Voice of the Martyrs conference Bound With Them. I couldn't possibly sum up all that I learned there -- check out the Voice of the Martyrs website to learn more about the worldwide persecuted church. Getaneh Getaneh spoke on the persecution of Christians in the Horn of Africa and North Africa, and Bob Fu talked about the house church movement in China. Gracia Burnham talked about her year as a hostage of the Abu Sayyaf in the Philippines, and her recovery after she was shot and her husband Martin was killed in a gunfight between the rebels and government troops. It was quite an eye-opening conference.
I visited the church I attended in college, Providence RPC. The kids have grown so much! It was so wonderful to see old friends again (thanks Dan and Julia for letting me stay with you!) and to meet some wonderful new friends, like Desiree Curran.
Now I'm in enemy territory (Geneva!). I actually got to go back to my alma mater, Grove City College, with Matt Filbert and Brenda Gladfelter to rep RP Missions at the GCC Career Fair. It was strange to be back on campus, but good to see friends and professors again. I still get tense and anxious driving onto campus -- heart palpitations, dizziness... as if I'm back in the dorms and I've got a 20 page paper to write and 1,000 pages to read by tomorrow morning. I LOVED Grove City, but I'm glad the academic stress is past!
So many people came to our RP Missions table! I wore my Invisible Children t-shirt, which pulled in lots of Project Okello members. A lot of the people we talked to seemed very interested and filled out cards requesting more info. I hope many of them will consider serving on teams this winter or next summer!
Despite the rivalry between Grove City and Geneva, I really love being here in Beaver Falls. This place is just chock full of wonderful people, like Jenny and Jason Panella, Brenda Gladfelter, the Filberts, Stephen McCollum, and lots of White Lake friends. BFC&T, D&D and baby Filberts, what could be better? :)
Last Saturday I attended the Voice of the Martyrs conference Bound With Them. I couldn't possibly sum up all that I learned there -- check out the Voice of the Martyrs website to learn more about the worldwide persecuted church. Getaneh Getaneh spoke on the persecution of Christians in the Horn of Africa and North Africa, and Bob Fu talked about the house church movement in China. Gracia Burnham talked about her year as a hostage of the Abu Sayyaf in the Philippines, and her recovery after she was shot and her husband Martin was killed in a gunfight between the rebels and government troops. It was quite an eye-opening conference.
I visited the church I attended in college, Providence RPC. The kids have grown so much! It was so wonderful to see old friends again (thanks Dan and Julia for letting me stay with you!) and to meet some wonderful new friends, like Desiree Curran.
Now I'm in enemy territory (Geneva!). I actually got to go back to my alma mater, Grove City College, with Matt Filbert and Brenda Gladfelter to rep RP Missions at the GCC Career Fair. It was strange to be back on campus, but good to see friends and professors again. I still get tense and anxious driving onto campus -- heart palpitations, dizziness... as if I'm back in the dorms and I've got a 20 page paper to write and 1,000 pages to read by tomorrow morning. I LOVED Grove City, but I'm glad the academic stress is past!
So many people came to our RP Missions table! I wore my Invisible Children t-shirt, which pulled in lots of Project Okello members. A lot of the people we talked to seemed very interested and filled out cards requesting more info. I hope many of them will consider serving on teams this winter or next summer!
Despite the rivalry between Grove City and Geneva, I really love being here in Beaver Falls. This place is just chock full of wonderful people, like Jenny and Jason Panella, Brenda Gladfelter, the Filberts, Stephen McCollum, and lots of White Lake friends. BFC&T, D&D and baby Filberts, what could be better? :)
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