Showing posts with label AmeriCorps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AmeriCorps. Show all posts

August 31, 2012

Red

This month I started my second AmeriCorps term. 9 months after finishing my NCCC term I've traded in my gray service garments for red. City Year red. City Year was founded in Boston in 1988. The organization works in inner city schools to decrease the drop-out rate and keep kids in school and on track to graduation. There are 23 City Year locations throughout the country (with two international affiliates). I am proudly serving at the Greater Philadelphia site. Working with kids is something not yet on my resume and I was very excited (and terrified) to work with 6th - 9th graders everyday. It was actually a test I wanted to put myself through to see if working with kids is something I may want to do in the future. Also, I felt the need before leaving home again to do some sort of public service in Philly. This is my city and I want to help home before I take off again, trying to help everywhere else.

 
I had two specific goals going into this city year. One, my main reason for doing the program was to gain leadership experience, not just to put on a resume but to actually help me learn and grow into a better leader. I wanted to take on responsibility this year. I want to broaden my shouldars so that I can carry any burden placed upon them. And two; When I graduated from NCCC only half the staff knew how to pronounce my name, and that speaks volumes. This year I want to be known, I want the staff of this organization to know who I am.
 

I had met and hung out with a few corps members throughout the summer before training began, so a few faces were already familiar on our first day, August 13th. BTA (Basic Training Academy) would be a 3 week long training process similar to what I went through with NCCC. By biggest challenge with City Year has been trying not to compare it to NCCC. Like in NCCC we received temporary teams during our 1st week, until we got our permanent service teams. My Journey Team, Persepolis is a cool bunch. But we all met up in the mornings, then parted ways at 6pm when the day was done. How are you supposed to bond with people when you're not living together, eating dinner together and going everywhere together? I still don't get it. But I decided very early on not to compare this adventure to the last and take it for what it is. Journey teams reunite every other Friday throughout the year, just to connect, update, vent, share stories, and remain a team through our individual journeys. 
 
 
On the second day of training we had a presentation about alternative roles  and opportunities we could take advantage of this year. One being the Civic Engagement Team. It sounded interesting but I knew I would rather work in a school base, directly with students. But on the third day of training I went to a CE Team info session just for kicks and giggles. I was surprised at how intrigued I was. I would be office based, working directly with staff members, planning service events throughout the year. On the fourth day of training I submitted an application and my resume to be on the CE team. On the fifth day of training I had an interview with Dorothy, the civic engagement program manger. But I was still very torn. On one hand, I really wanted to work with kids, make a difference in a life, walking halls and being a positive presence, holding after school programs. I was very excited for that. On the other hand, I really wanted to plan, organize and facilitate my own service events throughout my city, work directly with the City Year staff. I was convinced that whichever way fate went, I'd miss out on something. But which ever way fate went, I was excited and ready.
 
We call this a 'Spirit Break'.
Five anxious days passed from the day of my interview and our big team reveal. I don't think there's anything more exciting in life than a team reveal. This is when I would find out what team I'd be on for the rest of the year, be it a school based team or the CE team. Team Reveal City Year style;
 
My journey team stood together and our team leader gave each of us a puzzle piece with a name written on the back. All the other journey teams, same thing. When we were set loose it was a chaotic scene, everyone trying to find thier puzzle piece. The puzzle peice I had belonged to a girl named Katie Beazly. I found her pretty quickly. My puzzle peice was harder to find because I knew whoever had it wouldn't be saying it aloud because they probably didn't know how to pronouce my name. So when I was free of Katie's puzzle peice I began looking in everyones hands for my own. A friend of mine told me, "He has your puzzle piece." I followed the boy she pointed out and took my puzzle peice from his hands. It was a large puzzle piece and I knew instantly what that meant. Small puzzle piece, large team. Large puzzle piece, small team. Right? It was a colorful peice of the Philly sklyline. Next, I had to find people who had puzzle pieces that went with mine. I wandered around aimlessly for a while, while all around me large groups of corps members were putting the puzzle pieces together, building their service teams. Finally I saw one guy, talk, dark hair, wandering aimlessly and a colorful piece of Philly skyline in his hand. I tapped him on his shouldar and told him, "Hey, I think we go together." And indeed, Our pieces fit together perfectly. And he introduced himself as John. About 2 minutes later, my Persepolis teammate, Lauren walked up to us with another colorful piece of Philly skyline. It fit perfectly with our puzzle and the puzzle was 3/4 of the way complete. Lauren and I hugged because we knew we were the new Civic Engagement team. After a few more minutes of wondering around looking for our fourth piece, Dorothy collected us and lead us over to Catie, our fourth teammate and Lakeya, our team leader and we found a quiet place to sit, talk and get to know each other.
 
 
 
Fast Forward; 3 weeks later. BTA is complete. Today was our Red Jacket ceremony, during which every single corps member, all 255 of us stood on stage with our teams and one by one dedicated our red jacket and the year ahead to someone/something special to us. Once we said into the mic who we were dedicating our jacket to, we then slipped our jackets on. Then when the entire team had their jackets on, we zipped them up in unison then did a spirit break before exiting stage left and letting the next team come up to dedicate.
 
Adventures come in all shapes and sizes. And colors. And this one is red.
 

January 6, 2012

Don't Judge A Year By It's January

2011 blew my mind. As it began I was a college dropout without much to wake up for. I was selling cigarettes at a CVS & walking home late at night to save bus fare. A few weeks before the new year I had recieved an invitation to move to Maryland in February & travel the country saving the world through community service. It was an insane idea to me. I continued selling cigarettes.
To say that AmeriCorps NCCC saved my life would sound a tad bit dramatic. A slight over statement? Maybe. I was getting out of bed only when I had to. I never wanted to. I'd been out of school for over a year. I wasn't writing. I wasn't trying to be anything. I had given up. I had almost accepted what my life had become and prepared to live it out. I had nothing to lose. It's funny when you have have absolutely nothing to lose, you find yourself feeling very free.

Reppin' the A as we say in Camden, NJ


February 7th 2011. I took a train to Baltimore, then an hours drive to Perry Point, MD where I stood in a crowded gymnasium of an old VA medical hospital turned dorms. I remember standing there more terrified than I think I've ever been. Little introverted me. I wrote that day in my journal, "I understand now how some people stay in the same place their entire lives, never exploring what's new. It's awfully scary. Today in that gym I wanted nothing more than a rock to crawl under. I'd forgotten why I came out here at all." 

Our dorm building, 9H

Leaving the Point one day


Service is what drives NCCC. I've always wanted to help people & this year that light of mine was able to shine brighter than it ever has. I've worked with American Red Cross and FEMA responding to natural disaster emergencies. I've worked in cities, on farms, YMCA camps, with religious groups, mayors. I've built playgrounds, rebuilt boardwalks. I've tutored, painted, timed swim meets. Tilled soil in the pouring rain and so much more. I've done things in 2011 that I never thought I'd do. In 2011 I can say I did something. X10.


 
The boardwalk we rebuilt. Rehoboth Beach, DE
 
Cleaning 'Bread and Cheese Creek'. In a small town in MD
 
Cleaning & treating a crawl space for mold. Vermont. I'm the one in white & goggles.

Maryland was home this year. I was all over it. Baltimore, DC, Reisterstown, Annapolis, Edgewater, Port DePosit, Havre de Grace and home sweet Perryville and the Point. I got to know Camden, NJ fairly well as well as the counties in northern Jersey. I went fishing at midnight in Alabama, and got a barge to blow it's horn when it passed. I bar hopped University Strip in Tuscaloosa. I heard bagpipes play in Boston. Canoed the Mystic river in Somerville, Massachusetts. I watched the sunset over the Quechee Gorge in Vermont. I walked around Dartmouth in New Hampshire in search of college parties. And failed to find any. In 2011 I can say I've been somewhere. X10.

Carnival in Alabama where I won Hannah a stuffed lizard.

Mystic River, Somerville, Mass.

Passing through the beautiful hills of Virginia

Subway in boston
 
When 2011 began I thought something was wrong with me. Where I come from, I'm the slacker. The screw-up. The one not going anywhere. But in 2011 I made friends who made me feel that I'm right where I'm supposed to be. They've ressurected a part of me I havn't seen since I was 18. A playful part that smiles and laughs easily. They helped me see something beautiful in this mess of me. They were there when I needed them and even when we all disspersed & returned to where we came from they remain only a call away. In 2011 I can say I made a friend. times 10.

Friday Night in Tuscaloosa, AL

 
End of the workday. Kayam Farm.

 
Paintballing. For America.
 
Our last days together. At the Point.
 
The night we realized it was ending. Our awards banquet.
 
Saturday night, Somerville, Massachusetts :)
 
Our prom. It was Zombie themed.

2011 was the best year of my life but not because of all the things I've done, places I've been or even friends I've made. Since the very 1st time I used a power tool at Kayam Farm in March I've been doing things I'd been afraid to do my whole life. I found my voice. I blew myself away the 1st time I spoke up for myself, not afraid to say "Hey, I don't appreciate this." I'd never ever done that before. All of a sudden I'm doing things I'd have been terrified of last year. One being telling someone how I feel, be it a boy or a superior. Take me to an old house that was flooded in Hurricane Irene and I'm the 1st one crawling through the dark, tiny crawl space beneath the floor. Put me in front of a crowd, I can speak. 20 degree weather? I can sleep in that. 100 degree weather? I can work in that. Emergency? I'm certified to handle those. Someone dosn't like me? I can handle that too. Wine bottle, no cork screw? Give me a boot. I'm not saying I'm Indiana Jones all of a sudden. But I'm a bit braver than I used to be. A tad bit smarter, & a bit more equipped to handle whatever is thrown my way. In 2011 I can say I've grown. X10.


 
Hosting our pirate themed unit meeting.
 
On the Ben Franklin Bridge. Between Philly & Camden.

2012 finds me in a very similar place 2011 found me. A bit lost in the sauce. Back in my Waiting Place. But I'm a bit more hopeful this New Year because I know now not to judge a year by its January. It may sound dramatic of me to say that NCCC saved my life but it kind of did. It turned me into someone I've always wanted to be. Someone still changing. Still growing. Someone no longer willing to accept a life of selling cigarettes at CVS. Right now I'm in a rut, transitioning back to real life. But soon 2012 will find me writing, running and returning to school. 2012 will find me learning to drive and learning to cook. And if 2012 is as good to me as 2011, my relationship with AmeriCorps NCCC is not over yet. But before we really kick 2012 into gear I just wanted to take a blog to acknowledge all those in the heavens & on earth who made 2011 all that it was and say, Thanks!


 
Class 17 - Atlantic Region - Raven Unit


 
Raven 4. 4evermore.
The End.