Tomorrow night I leave for El Salvador for my spring break adventure. I am a little nervous about this, since I’ve never gone on such a trip before, but I’m also looking forward to it. There will be four faculty members and fifteen students making the journey.
A delegation goes every year at spring break, and the students who have gone before have passionately explained how it is a life-changing experience. One of the things that makes me happily anticipate the trip is the enthusiasm and joy that the students are expressing. One girl going said that she made the decision to take the trip because she will turn 21 during spring break. At first I thought that sounded like a rather strange thing, since El Salvador is not really a typical college spring break party destination. But she explained that she wanted to do something different and memorable for her birthday, something where she could come away with a meaningful experience.
Most of the students have similarly earnest desires. One guy is going partly because of his father, who visited the country during the civil war of the 1980s. His father, a peace activist and social justice theologian, runs a peace center in Massachusetts. Another girl wants to be an English teacher (so I’ll be her prof next year when she’s a sophomore) and work in underprivileged areas. She has dreams of maybe teaching through the Peace Corps or Americorps. In short, it is a good group of kids who exemplify the best of their age and tear down the stereotypical image of the drunken, solipsistic college student.
I don’t know if I could express my reasons for going that clearly. Part of it is a desire to have some sort of adventure that I did not have while I was in college. Part of it is the idea that I should never, ever turn down the chance to see and do new things, even if doing these new things makes me feel nervous or anxious. Part of it is the shameful knowledge that I, a comfortable middle-class American, do not come anywhere close to giving back to the global society the things I owe it.
Whatever my ideas are now, I am sure that the week I spend in a dusty little Salvadoran town will help clarify things for me. I’ll have a lot to say, I imagine, when I get back, and I’ll probably post a picture or two as well. In the meantime, adios.