It’s been sometime since I’ve written anything for my blog. So much time has elapsed since my last entry that I’d almost forgot I had it. My life has been an organized bedlam of sorts since I last wrote, what with moving away from Charlotte back to Atlanta (I will certainly miss my beautiful Charlottean brothers and sisters), pursuing graduate school (professors are horrible at responding to emails – I’m convinced of this), and traveling back to my home state of Florida for another Thanksgiving and Christmas season without the presence of my mother, indeed, without most of family save my younger brother and aging grandfather. These past months have been trying crucibles of the spirit; and yet, I guess even still the old maxim has some truth to them: that time heals all wounds, for despite the hardships and uncertainties, the trials of yesterday seem to fade away in the amidst of new tribulations. Time heals; the scars, however, remain. The world moves one: entropy increases; the arrow of time has but one direction: forward. Never are we quite the same as we were before, for better or for worse.
While waiting for school, I decided to apply for an AmeriCorp position, and as luck would have, I landed a job as a technology coordinator at a charter school in Decatur, Georgia where refugees aplenty send their children for education. It’s a small charter school operated out the hall of a local church, and within one can see colorful faces from all over the world, some from American, and others mostly from the troubled and war-torn parts of the world: Burma, Somalia (there’s a HUGE Somali presence in Stone Mountain and Decatur area), Sudan, Kurdistan, Afghanistan, just to name a few. The schools serves a special purpose in attempting to give refugees acclimating to the US a decent education, and since education of the youth happens to be an issue of great importance to me, I figured I’d lend my services and talents, however scant they may be. My grandfather said to me a few days ago, “Do what you can do when you can do it.” I intend to keep his advice.
Here’s a video about the school.
In the coming weeks, I’ll be detailing my impressions working here. I’ll update my blod with entry as the inspiration comes.
I won’t be making much money, especially in comparison to the corporate world, but I don’t give shit. As I’ve discovered, money isn’t the best motivator: at best, it’s a mediocre one. Far better is the lasting intrinsic satisfaction.