Travel Chronicles

The Germans are coming, the Germans are coming. This for quite some time had been one of the coming excitements which finally occurred this week at the school. Along with the arrival of 17 students and teachers on an exchange […]

A typical day in my week I’m closing up on two months of living in the school and village, but have spent little time discussing what my days are like or what the campus is like. Since I’ve had probably

They said “Ask, and you shall receive,” I think many would say this seems like an improbable way for life to work, but sometimes I’m lead to believe the universe does work this way. Of course it should go with

I faithfully did my work on Monday, grading the 38 semester term examinations for my English students. Those 38 reasons enough not to profess teaching as a formal career choice. Never the less the work was done and continued to

I’ve been staring at this blank document for quite some time. I am trying to collect my thoughts but there are really so many things going through my mind. One of the things about living in an environment where the

Besides overcoming my first small bout of sickness in India, this week has been pleasant and full of self-reflection. Reflection about personal character, my aim in life, and alternative career paths to follow upon my return to California. I am

Work week two complete. It’s strange to settle in and find routine with functionality in a place that I know has an end in sight. Really, making myself at home in Bhorugram, while I still look at a place I

I’ve been adopted into a big India family. Given the level of comfortableness and ease with which I’ve slipped into the routine of this campus, I believe that’s an accurate way of depicting my next four months. Everyday I work

I don’t know if you knew this, but all these weeks that I’ve been writing and traveling was all about coming up to this moment. Eight weeks on the road was my initiative to take advantageous off of an already

From the mountains of the Dharamsala I descended overnight into the early showings of Delhi’s mayhem. This time I would be in the comforts of the home of Arjun, a good friend. A day spent relaxing melted into a small