Twingil Dinner Party

Last night, the TPK hosted a little dinner gathering at Nimar Wentworth for our absolutely wonderful neighbors.  We re-arranged our massive amounts of furniture (or maybe we just moved our kitchen table into a different room….), set-up a desk for the large spread of delicious dishes, and even set the mood with a little center piece on the table.  I whipped up the most American meal we have managed to concoct on the island: Homemade Veggie Burgers, French Fries, and Corn served with a fresh loaf of french bread - cooking has always been a bit of a hidden hobby for me ever since my first days in Scouting and getting to do so for a large group of people gets me unnecessarily excited (me… excited over small things… I know – so strange, it must be the water here). 

Our guests of honor arrived around 6:30 and each brought their own delicious Yapese dish to add to the meal.  We had a scrumptious chicken and vegetable dish that tasted like a pot-pie, but so much better.  They also brought something that resembled the texture of apple sauce, but was not as sweet – I can’t even pronounce the name yet, so I won’t even try to spell it.  And finally, they brought a traditional desert made from pounded taro roots and cocunut milk all rolled up into little balls covered with cocunut shavings – perfection.

We had great conversation about life in the village, and we even learned that our little “cauldesack” is called “Twingil” (no idea on spelling) – but it sounds like “Twin-heel”.  It consists of the 4-5 little houses in our cozy little cluster.  I learned some fun Yapese words, most of which I already forgot – but I am determined to learn much more.  Mary told me she talked to one of her friends about making my basket woven from leaves.  Baskets are a very traditional part of Yapese culture and you keep essentially EVERYTHING in them, and it is very disrespectful to touch someone else’s basket.  Carrying a basket is also an alternative to carrying around a palm leaf when wandering around villages other than your own to show that you are not carrying a weapon and mean no harm.  At night, you must carry a flashlight as a sign that you are not trying to cause trouble.  It is a fascinating culture, and this is only one of the many traditions and customs.

Overall, the food, company, and conversation was fantastic.  Our lovely friends – our Yapese family – insisted that we keep the leftovers, so we graciously took the Yapese dishes, and then we insisted that they take the American leftovers and a few lollipops for little Thafarad.  We already have made tentative plans to do it again with the rest of “Twingil” as well as inviting the Jesuits “padres” over.  When we said we will all have to squeeze in, Mary told us not to worry – we could always move the table and just sit together on the ground - just another example of how life is here on Yap – so simple… so pure… so happy.

My burger making station

Just a few of the dishes for the evening

Rosemary, Caitlin, Tracy, Martin, Jane, Thafarad, and Mary just before dinner

Mary helping Thafarad gets his first Veggie Burger

My man, Thafarad - the only one allowed to use my Camp Minsi mug.  When I showed him his picture on the camera after this he couldn't stop smiling.

"It is around the table that friends understand best the warmth of being together."   - Unknown

A Day in the Life

Here is a little play by play of what thrilling adventures my average day at school brings.  I feel like I could write a 4 volume series on what I have experienced so far (and to be honest, this post is going to be a long one, but definitely a good one for insight into my day to day life), but I have been so busy experiencing it that I can barely find the time to write about it.  No worries though, my loyal blog readers (at least I hope some people are reading this) – I have gone into “Super Michael Productive Mode” which has me already finishing out my lessons for the week before it even begins and I will be way ahead of the game from now on.  That is until my side projects of renovating the back porch, researching the current Chinese tourism development contraversy (more information to come) and coming up with ways to educate the people of Yap on the issue, and of course just basking in the beauty of this island – hop back to the top of my everchanging priorities list.  So – there should be some blog posts and letters coming your way!

6:00 AM – Alarm #1 rings its joyous tones.  Usually, the roosters have formed a nice little quartet just outside my window to so generously encourage me out of bed.

6:13 AM – If it was a late night, or if it happens to be pouring outside (the rain keeps the cock-a-doodle-doos to a dull roar), I let myself finish off my fantastically vivid dreams until Alarm #2 forces me into the reality that I am indeed waking up in the middle of a tropical rainforest and I really do need to get out of bed in order to educate the youth of Yap.

6:20 AM – By this point I am staring directly into the shower head with determination burning in my eyes as I will myself forward to endure those first painful seconds of icy rain before my body adjusts.  On a good day, I shave – mostly because the Junior girls actually point it out to me when I haven’t shaved (I know – who thought I could grow visible facial hair in just one day!)

6:30 AM – If I haven’t made my lunch yet, I throw together a PB & J sandwich, or maybe some tuna, or some delicious leftovers.  Rosemary and I share a doubledecker lunch box.  It is the greatest invention of all time, and saves us a lot of plastic baggies, which in turn saves the environment.

6:40 AM – I do a quick double check that I have everything I need and brush my teeth before heading out the door.  At this point, I decide if my button-up shirt and khaki shorts fit my mood for the day.  If they don’t – I trade it out for a nice polo (I have a total of 10 outfits for school- makes the decisions hard)

7:00 AM – I arrive at St. Mary’s Parish for the daily morning Mass.  I am accompanied by a couple Filipino women, a few Yapese women, and both Fr. Johns (one is saying the mass).  I won’t lie, I use this time to calm my mind for the day, to think over my lessons, to wonder how people back home are doing, to reflect on how I am doing, and sometimes I even get some great ideas for my religion class!  I also have the duty of escorting the dogs out of the church when they decide to wander in – I am hoping to move up to “reader” or “gift bearer” soon, but for now – “dog escorter” is fine by me.

7:35 AM -  The other volunteers – Caitlin, Rosemary, and Jane – arrive at the church and we pile in the priest’s car which is about as inappropriate for the terrain of the island as it is for a woman on Yap to show her thighs.  Fr. John Mulreany drives.  We have decided that our unofficial nickname is the “Taro Patch Kids,” at least until we come up with our official “Corps” name.

7:48 AM- We arrive at the gorgeous new campus of YCHS, and if we are on time, then we just beat the bus that carries a majority of the students.  If we are running late, we get stuck behind said bus.

7:52 AM – I head to the freshman building where I unlock the office and classroom.  I do a quick set-up of anything I need to do before opening up, and then I let the freshmen come swarming in to their desks.  The students are in charge of opening up all of the window covers (our windows are just wide-open to create better air flow).  I then chit chat with the freshmen as they prepare for the day.  This is such a great way to get in the mood for a fantastic day.

8:15 AM – I head over to the Junior Classroom with the freshmen for Morning Assembly.  This is a time for any announcements to the school, as well as a reflection or prayer led by one of the teachers.  We also offer up any intentions that anyone has for the day.  It is the perfect way to start the day focusing on why we are here.

8:30 AM – Everyone else heads off to their 1^st period classes and I head straight to the Junior Office to make any copies I need for the day as well as to go over my notes for my lessons for the day.  I ALWAYS need to spend about 10 minutes typing up Geometry Homework problems because our book is a review book and lacks many problems.  We also have a paper shortage (it is VERY expensive) – so I need to make tiny slips of problems that fit about 10 problem sets per page so I only need to print out 2 total.  It is quite the fun daily ritual.

9:15 AM - I relieve Rose from the Sophomore Class as I launch into my Geometry lesson.  We always begin with either a quiz or a problem of the day – this also allows me time to hand out their homework and quizzes from the day before.  I find it is a great way to keep track of whether or not they comprehended and absorbed the previous day’s lesson.  The Sophomores are a class with a lot of attitude and personality – but I am learning to play off of it to make the class fun.  The students were raised to hate math, and many lack basic math skills – so the range of abilities is shockingly wide, but I work individually with a few of the struggling students at the end of the day and it seems to be working out.

9:55 AM – I head out of the Sophomore room and relax for a bit before hopping right into grading Geometry homework and quizzes.  I do all of this sprawled out on the wrap-around veranda of the classroom.  It is so peaceful on our campus, and there is an absolutely breath-taking lake behind the buildings, unfortunately, it apparently dries up once we enter the Dry Season.  I usually review my other lessons for the day before working ahead on future days lesson plans.

10:45 AM – LUNCH TIME!  It may seem early, but by this point I am ready to eat whatever comes my way.  I quickly devour my lunch so that I can join the crowd of students that enjoy passing a volleyball around in a circle.  I hope to set-up a court, or at least a net, on campus soon.  The boys have an impressive amount of natural ability and could be phenomenal players with a little coaching. 

11:15 AM – One of my favorite times of the day – when I get to step in front of the Junior Class of 8 students and attempt to teach Chemistry.  I never realized how much I actually have picked up on the subject, and actually adore teaching this class.  I have already successfully pulled off our first lab day, and have many more to come!  I have also thrown fire balls at the class using some flash paper, and I really have them hooked on learning how many cool things there really are revolving around Chemistry.  I built in a system in this class called “Tangent Time” – it has a symbol and everything – that signifies when we can stop taking notes, and instead we go off into the deep recesses of my mind and I explain to the best of my ability how the world works.  When I don’t know the answer to something brought up in Tangent Time – I say what I know, then tell them we will come back to it next time – this has now led to me learning an obnoxious amount of information on the process of turning cement into concrete – which will be our next lab day near the new Senior Building Construction Site.

12:00 PM – I have the Juniors again for Silent Reading.  On lab days, we just have to quietly continue with our experiments.  On normal days, everyone gets out a book that we are reading for pleasure.  It is a great way for the students to work on their English skills, and a relaxing break in the day.  If they look exhausted, or are not feeling well, I tell them it is ok to put their head down and rest… I remember my high school days and I honestly have so much respect for the students for how hard they work.  The juniors are a small class, so I let them sprawl out wherever – inside and outside.  I have already almost finished my first book and am excited to keep reading!

12:45 PM – Recess break!  A quick 15 minutes of playing volleyball, socializing, and just in general getting out of the classroom.

1:00 PM – I call the freshmen in from recess to begin our Religion class.  I honestly do not know who thought it was a good idea to let me educate these children on the Catholic Faith – but I have been trying my best.  Sometimes I just like to talk about God, and faith, and questioning, and ALWAYS slip in some Ignatian Spirituality.  The students are very profound in their spirituality and I think I am learning just as much as they are.  The freshmen are quiet and shy, but I feel like I am very blessed to have them for homeroom as well as for religion.  I feel almost like a big brother guiding them.

1:45 PM – Final period of the day, and I try to take this as my relaxing time.  If I have religion reflections to grade, I read them – it is so heartwarming to hear what these students have to say about some very personal matters.  If I don’t have anything to grade – I sometimes just sit and look out at the lake, or take a walk around the campus (we have 22 acres total), or try to write letters to people, which always gets interrupted by something or other.  If I am too antsy, I do some manual labor around the campus – dig some drainage ditches, clean the bathrooms, anything to just stop using my mind for a bit.

2:30 PM – Recess break #2!  This is the official end of the school day, and on Fridays – the students head home at this time and we have a faculty meeting.  I need this break just as much as the students do at this point, and none of us seem to care how sweaty we get running around playing volleyball or frisbee.

2:45 PM – YCHS has a mandatory study hall period from 2:45 to 4:00 PM.  This has to do a lot with the schedule of the bus, but it also allows the students to work on their homework as well as ask teachers for individual help.  Many students don’t have home environments that they can do homework at easily, so it is a great opportunity for them.  As a math teacher – I find myself doing a lot of one on one or one on ten work with students who do not want to fall behind in their math courses.  We let the students spread out on the verandas and classrooms during this time to really separate it from the school day.  Soon this time will also be used for the after school clubs, activities, and sports.

4:00 PM -  Time to help the freshmen close up the building before I wave goodbye from the veranda and then lock up the building.  We squeeze 6 of us into the 5-person sedan for the short ride home, and the Taro Patch Kids get dropped off at our “stop” – which is designated by the speed bump that we can’t get over without scraping with all of us in the car.  We walk about a 1/3 of a mile to our humble home and get ready to do it all over again.

Grounded in the Catholic faith, Yap Catholic High School strives to educate students to achieve academic excellence, appreciate their culture, be good stewards of the environment, and live their faith in the service of God and others.

                                      -Yap Catholic High School Mission Statement

And so it begins...

            I woke up on Tuesday morning at 6:18 AM just as the sun was beginning to rise.  I managed to beat the roosters to the punch with my alarm.  The “Yap Coalition of Catholic Volunteers” (we don’t actually have an official name yet, we are accepting any and all suggestions) decided to cook a full breakfast complete with pancakes, omelettes, and oatmeal for our big day.  We were all a blend of emotions ranging from eagerness, to terror, to pure giddiness (ok… maybe I was most of the pure giddiness…).  Our first day went almost flawlessly – which is shocking considering we were figuring out the details of the schedule while it was occurring. 

The students are all so excited to be back in school.  I begin my day with the freshmen homeroom and have patiently been drawing them out of their shells.  They were all so nervous, and shy, and quiet – so I may have given them one of my Communications lessons from Camp Minsi on how to project your voice.  I also have the freshmen class for religion, which is a terrifying notion.  Someone thought it was a good idea to entrust the religious education of their children to Mr. Michael J. Wiencek.  Let’s just say I hope God is hearing their prayers and watching over them as we go through this most interesting adventure.

The sophomores are a much more rambunctious group.  The are much more comfortable with eachother and love to see how far they can push you.  I can’t help but smile when I watch them interact with the teachers because I know exactly what games they are playing – the first time they tried to pull one of these on me I turned around, smiled, and told them that we can play these games if they want – but they should know that I have been playing on the varsity team since 6^th grade.  I was met with shocked stares before we all burst out into laughter.  Laughter is a huge part of our classroom experience at YCHS.  Everyone likes to learn, and to do their best, and to work hard – but we certainly have a fun time while doing it.  My Geometry class is going to be quite challenging as the basic math skills of the students are not very strong – but the students have such personalities that I know it is going to be awesome.

My chemistry class with the juniors is just downright FUN.  The class only has 8 students, and they have absolutely zero science background.  In four days, I think they have learned more about the world and how it works then they have in their entire lifetime – and most of that learning is happening when I get distracted on a tangent – which has now become an official part of our class because Chemistry just can involve so many different areas.  On Friday, I successfully pulled off the first Chem Lab Day at YCHS (maybe even the whole island!).  I went through boxes and boxes of donations to find what equipment was useable and practical – then I had to adjust the lab to fit our conditions – let’s just say teaching lab safety on an island where you go barefoot half the time is quite an interesting conversation.  We did a simple experiment, but everyone wanted to be involved in some way and I think it was something that they never thought they would experience.  I had a blast pulling it all together – and I think the juniors are truly having a great time while learning.

There are so many stories already that I want to share, and I will try to get some pictures posted as well – but I will work on picking out a few of those to post later this week.  So far, I am loving being in the classroom.  It feels great to be doing what I am here to do.  To be able to see how much goodness there is in every single one of the students is the most inspiring thing I have ever encountered.  I can honestly say that I am falling in love with this place.

“Love consists of sharing what one has and what one is with those one loves.  Love ought to show itself in deeds more than in words.” 

                                                                                       -St. Ignatius of Loyola

Opening Day

          Today was the day -  The day we have been working towards for the past 6 weeks - The day that has been long awaited for the past 12 months - The day that  has been put into motion over 2 years ago – The day that the people of Yap have prayed and hoped for long, long before I ever even knew the tiny island existed.  Today – Yap Catholic High School officially opened.

            YCHS (www.ychs.net) – began last year in borrowed space from the local St. Mary’s Parish with a freshmen and sophomore class.  This year – despite many obstacles, and with many graces – YCHS begins its second year on its own, brand-new campus.  Over 300 people gathered at the campus for an opening mass at 11:00 AM.  The mass was absolutely breathtaking.  There were people spread out everywhere – sitting on whatever they could find – logs, rocks, tarps, cardboard, flipflops.  There were Filipinos, Yapese, and Outer Islanders – all gathering together to celebrate the great accomplishment that they achieved together.  There was a choir representing each group – each singing in a different language.  There were gorgeous flower arrangements made from local plants and placed in banana tree stumps to stay fresh.  The campus abounded with smiles, laughter, pats on the back, congratulations, and just sheer admiration.  The Catholic community of Yap came together today out of mutual respect, accomplishment, and love.  As Fr. Mickey Corcoran, principal of YCHS, said in his fitting homily:

“This is our school. Not the students’ school, not the faculty’s school, not the priests’ school.  Not the board of director’s school. This is our school - the catholic community’s school.”

            Before mass began, I was able to talk with many of the students about the upcoming year.  Many of them were ecstatic to begin on Tuesday.  I was overwhelmed with excitement getting to interact with the students in a school setting.  I am slowly adapting to being called “Mr. Wine-check,” which we are slowly but surely working on correcting the pronunciation.  And I genuinely enjoy getting to know these teenagers – I can already tell this is going to be a fantastic year.  I also was able to talk to many parents and other members of the community.  They were so purely enthusiastic and grateful for what we are doing at YCHS.  I even met a woman who taught Chemistry on Guam for over 20 years who was very eager to help me in any way that she can as I began to describe to her the lab experiment I had adapted to be performed over a campfire rather than a Bunsen burner.

            I was able to take many pictures – most of which are posted to facebook, and more are sure to follow.  While doing so, I quickly became friends with the young altar server, John – who kept looking for any photo-op he could grab and asked to help me many times as we were setting things up.  Needless to say – I may have a new best friend – and of course he is probably 7.  As I was saying before I got sidetracked (so unlike me – I know…) – the mass was breathtaking.  The weather was gorgeous… up until the Our Father of course – when it began to absolutely downpour.  As one would expect – a general state of chaos ensued.  Many people squeezed hurriedly in under the hodge podge tent city we had set-up – I ran out into the sheet of water to direct people to the veranda of the Junior Classroom, and then I proceeded to walk around to the various groups of people scattered about hiding under trees, tarps, cardboard, a few umbrellas, and whatever else they could find – only to be greeted by huge smiles telling me they were fine in the rain.  Meanwhile – I was soaked through to the bone and took advantage of my saturated state to stay out in the rain with my fellow weather-endurers.  I decided I would try to keep everyone out in the rain up to speed with the Mass still going on, so I frolicked from group to group for the sign of peace – and then attempted to get everyone to Communion – which is usually done in the churches by the priest just standing in the front and everyone just goes in for the free for all.  So now we had about 300 sopping wet people milling around looking for 5 priests – it was wonderful calamity.  There was smiling, singing, a lot of “Sirows” (excuse me or sorry) as everyone was bumping into each other trying to stay under the tarps.  As I stood outside letting the rain come down all around me – I recognized just how special this image of the Eucharist was. 

            The mass was followed by an open house and huge picnic.  Almost everyone brought some local food to share and it was all delicious.  The students’ jaws dropped as they saw their new classrooms for the first time.  They rushed in to start checking out their books – many even took books from the classroom libraries to start reading before Tuesday.  The parents smiled approvingly, and many even sat down in desks and began paging through the text books – so proud of what their children would be studying in those very seats.  Other members of the community milled about admiring everything about the new campus – making sure to thank the faculty countless times and asking how they could help us clean-up.  I have never experienced such a high in my life.

            Finally, the day came to a close as we locked up and everyone headed home – but my day still had one more adventure to be conquered.  I drove the other volunteers home in Fr. John’s car (I just got my official Yapese Driver’s License the other day – all I had to do was pay $10 – it is a miracle there are not more accidents).  I then turned around and headed right back to the campus to pick up Fr. John since we couldn’t all fit in one trip.  It began to pour even harder as I approached the campus.  As I hopped out to let Fr. John into the driver’s seat – he yelled “Oh – let’s just help them get this one tarp down so they can take it home.”  So, once again, I forgot about the rain as it saturated every ounce of my being and happily joined the group of about 7 men who were taking down the tarp.  Of course, once we got one down – one of them shouted that we might as well get them all down so that people could pick them up tomorrow.  So for the next hour we ran around in the rain taking down tarps and counting and miscounting poles and connectors.  I have never had so much fun taking down tarps in the rain (spoken from much experience from my numerous camping trips).

            Today, we officially opened Yap Catholic High School.  Today, hundreds of people gathered together out of love to celebrate their accomplishment.  Today, I feel like I truly became a member of this unbelievably beautiful Yap family.

Freshmen before Mass

Only a portion of the crowd at mass

The local priests, deacon, and altar servers

Fr. Mickey Corcoran giving his Homily

Fr. John H. Presiding

After mass with some of the students

 “So the challenging thing becomes

  Not to look for miracles

  But finding where there isn’t one.”

                                                   -“Holy Now” – Peter Mayer

Final Preparations and a Filipino Birthday

            I wrote this post last night before opening day, but I didn’t have time to upload it – so here it is now to be very quickly followed by a post of today’s festivities!

            Today was the final ground clearing at the new campus of Yap Catholic High School before Opening Day on Sunday, August 19!  The amount of people that came out today to put the finishing touches on the campus was astounding.  Around 100 Yapese, Outer Islander, and Filipino volunteers from the community came to the new campus to help rake, clean, organize, burn leaves, finish paths, and help set-up the classrooms.  I could feel the excitement in the air – I joined in conversations that I clearly did not understand any of the verbal language, but excitedly smiled and laughed as we pointed at parts of the campus that we could not believe how absolutely beautiful they turned out.  I chatted with some students about the upcoming school year and their new classrooms – and it is such a pleasure to see just how genuinely excited they are for school to start – something that I do not think is quite as evident back home.  However, there are some things that are universal for teenagers.  The boys try to flirt and show-off for the girls.  The girls gather in their corners and gossip and giggle.  You can see the wave of nervousness that slowly passes across their eyes as their new teachers approach – something that I am not so sure if I like, but I will adjust.

            After we finished setting up the sophomore classroom – before we locked up – I stood by myself in front of the classroom looking out upon the desks piled high with books.  Then, I closed my eyes and absorbed everything I could in that moment.  I felt the smooth hardwood floor slide across the bottom of my naked feet.  I filled my nostrils with the fresh, natural, pure air.  I smiled to myself as I felt myself truly engulfed by happiness, by goodness, by God.  It was a perfect moment.

            Tonight, the entire faculty was invited by our Filipino friend, Connie, to her house for dinner.  We were unaware that this dinner was actually a birthday party for Connie.  We were the first to arrive at 6:00 PM (time doesn’t really apply to anything on Yap – for example, a few families showed up at 8:00 PM with full dinner entrees).  Slowly, the house began to fill with more and more people.  It was raining outside – so we were all nice and cozy inside until there was just no more space as we leaked out onto the be-drizzled porch.  We met a few other Americans who were on the island as Mormon missionaries.  They were our age and I was able to talk to them about the Boy Scouts – which – fun fact- happens to be the unofficial male youth group of the Church of Latter Day Saints.  The food never seemed to stop coming.  I indulged in everything there was to offer – 5 different types of fish, chicken, rice, noodles, beef, lumpia, cake, pudding, icecream, fruit – anything on the table – I tried.  It was all absolutely delicious and the energy was electric in that small home.  It was such a fun, relaxing way to end a busy, exciting day as we head into the official opening day of YCHS!

Freshmen and Sophomore Classrooms

Sophomore Classroom

Junior Classroom 

Tarp #1

Tarp #2 - Reminded me of Camp!

Just Casually Climbing a Tree to Hang a Tarp

The Set-Up for Opening Day

“Behold God beholding you … and smiling.”

                                                   -Anthony de Mello SJ

Countdown to Opening Day!

         After 5-6 weeks of various, ferocious preparations, we are finally just days away from Opening Day for the new Yap Catholic High School campus.  Over my time on this wonderful little island I have learned a great deal about the Yapese culture, my relationships, and most importantly myself.  In such a short time, our house has been transformed into a home – it took many, many hours and a few improvisations in order to fix, repair, re-upholster, paint, build, and about 11 things that we do not have words for in the English language – but our volunteer dwelling has transformed into a beautiful, comfortable island home.

           At the new campus, I have helped with an assortment of jobs that have included machete-ing, moving rocks, digging, shoveling coral/stone, raking stone, filling pot holes, picking up trash, lifting obnoxiously heavy barrels of tar with an MacGuyver-esque pulley and chain system over a tree branch, and enjoyed all of this time in the company of my fellow YCHS volunteers (we are currently in the process of choosing an official name – suggestions greatly welcomed) and the huge number of volunteers from the community.  I have had the pleasure of eating barbeque fish and chicken cooked over an open fire as well as a wide variety of local foods ranging from breadfruit, to tapioca, to taro, to soursop.  Eating on the ground with filthy hands, no plates or utensils, and ignoring the flies and ants swarming the food has become as natural as brushing my teeth.  The other day, I was asked to drive a pick-up truck to transport some garbage and other materials to the dump.  Now, I have observed this truck in action – it lacks some crucial mirrors, has broken down due to battery issues at least twice, and of course – it is a standard stick-shift vehicle.  I hopped right on in assuming that I could remember how to drive stick – after only having learned to drive stick on Wanda the tractor at Camp Minsi.  I made it fairly safely to the dump and back after only stalling out 3 times and never once endangering anyone’s life.  My time at the ground clearings for the campus have helped me to interact with the locals and to gain such a better insight into their culture – needless to say – I have had a blast doing this and will be sad to see these days end next week.

            I have also been preparing for my classes and other activities I will help run at the school.  I will be teaching Freshmen Religion, Sophomore Geometry, and Junior Chemistry.  I am ecstatic for all three because they all present such different challenges.  I have so much flexibility with my religion class, so that should be an adventure for all of us since I myself am still at such a preliminary point in my spiritual life.  Geometry will present its own obstacles due to the poor background in mathematics – which I have experienced already through some summer school tutoring.  Finally, Chemistry will probably be the most interesting course to teach as I will be attempting to perform experiments over camp fires and teaching laboratory safety in a culture where shoes and long pants are essentially never worn.  On top of my educational duties, I will also be working on our Campus Ministry Team and coaching the Volleyball and Robotics Teams.  Those are in quite the preliminary stages still, but already we are discussing doing a Junior retreat, and we plan to have 2 robotics teams that will compete in the state contest, and we are discussing volleyball teams with the 2 other high schools on Yap.  I am anxious to get into the classroom and truly start to connect with the students.

            Opening Day will be on Sunday, August 19 where we will have an outdoor mass at the new campus as well as a huge picnic and open house.  I don’t even know how many people we are expecting – but I do know it is going to be huge!  Lots of nu-nus!  Our first day of school will be on Tuesday, August 21.  The new campus is almost ready to open – but we still have a lot to do before Sunday.  We still need to move a few desks and chairs out to the campus as well as set-up and put together the classrooms!  Oh yeah – we also need to organize all of the books before we start on Tuesday.

            I have definitely felt busy and at the same time feel like I have all the free time in the world.  Life is so much simpler – so much calmer here.  Fewer distractions.  A more pure way of living.  I have treasured the patience that I have been granted in this first month as things just move much more slowly on the Island of Stone Money- and usually they just don’t seem to make logical sense.  I am grateful for my time spent adjusting to my life on this tiny island, but I think it is safe to say that I am just as excited to start school here as I have been to go back to Scranton, or to return to Camp Minsi – I think that is a sign that I am where I am supposed to be.

Front View of 1 of 3 Classroom Buildings

Inside a Classroom Building

Outside View of the Freshman Classroom Building

My First Experience with a Machete

Jane and Caitlin with the YCHS Sign

Rose and I using the "Compactor"

The Chain and Pulley System to lift really heavy barrels

'"Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience."

                                                -Ralph Waldo Emerson

         

Stars

We may not have hot water.  We may not have the greatest selection of food.  We may not have a thriving economy.  We may not have movie theaters.  We may not have high-speed internet connections.  We may not have the everyday conveniences that we are used to in America.  But one thing that there is an abundance of here on Yap is time.

            This time is often filled with many physical projects, cleaning, cooking, and reading.  But one thing that this seemingly endless supply of time has offered me is the opportunity to think and reflect.  I find myself putting on my “Looking at the Stars” or “Oh Hey Jesus” playlist and just letting my mind wander.  I am able to contemplate the deep inner questions that always manage to fight their way to the surface of my consciousness, but they usually get quickly dragged back underneath by the constant waves of apparently necessary business or over-stimulation.  Here on the island, there are no pressing matters – there is no reason to get distracted – there is peace, and calm, and time.  In this quiet, I have been able to truly focus on the most important questions that travel through my mind. 

            Most often, I find myself getting lost in my thoughts while gazing at the stars.  The never-ending lights in the sky go on for galaxies on this serene island, free of all intruding light.  I thought I had seen some of the most clear skies, filled with stars during my many nights camping, but the Micronesian sky is so inundated with tiny white lights that I cannot even begin to find the most basic of constellations.  These are the skies that poets have tried to capture through words for centuries, the skies that artists never seem to be able to convey just right.  These skies are pure – and you can let your mind run free in them. 

            It has been nearly a month since my arrival on Yap, and I have already grown more than I could possibly imagine.  I have discovered how much genuine care, support, and love I have from my friends and family.  I have put to use the many skills, both mental and physical that I accrued over the past years.  I have formed new friendships and relationships that cannot compare to anything I have ever felt before.  I have gazed into the eternal heavens of countless, brilliant stars, and have affirmed that I am where I am meant to be.

A view from one of the highest points on the island

“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.”

                                                                                                            -Mother Teresa