Fellow Stories
True gap year stories from Fellows abroad!
Check out the latest blogs from Global Citizen Year Fellows in Brazil, Ecuador, and India!
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El Futuro, Sea lo que Sea
Trevor Porter
2012-03-30
Over the past couple of years of trying to decide what I want to ‘be’ when I’m older, I have simply not been able to. I have however; found one of my goals in life- exploring my passions for culture and languages by travelling, learning, and studying. My first venture in following my passions led...
Read MoreCuando se van a pinchar
Trevor Porter
2012-03-30
‘Another dreary morning,’ I thought as I looked out my bedroom window to a gray sky heaving down rain that brought with it the promise of a very muddy walk to the caverns. But I was soon made aware I wasn’t the only person not quite impressed with this particular morning. A few minutes later,...
Read MorePlaces and Faces (Video)
Russell Bollag-Miller
2012-03-29
Here is a video I made of the places and faces I see every day in Senegal. Enjoy!
Read MoreLong Way Home
Stephanie Dunning
2012-03-28
March 20, 2012 There´s a law in Ecuador that buses are only allowed to transport passengers who are sitting down. I don’t know how long it´s actually been a law, but they have really been keeping track of it since Carnival when a bus got into an accident on the way to Espejo and over...
Read MoreA New Friend
Galen Burns-Fulkerson
2012-03-28
At 10:30 on Thursday morning, with my head hung in defeat and the fresh bag of bread still in my hands, I turned around to head home. After spending thirty minutes knocking on every door in the neighborhood and talking to as many neighbors as possible, I decided to save my mission for another day....
Read MoreAutumn in Ecuador
Galen Burns-Fulkerson
2012-03-28
I spent part of yesterday afternoon raking leaves into plastic bags. As pieces crunched underfoot, the smell of freshly fallen leaves wafted through the air. Ah, the start of autumn. But wait. I’m in Pimampiro, Ecuador, where springtime is eternal and the only real season change comes with the rain. In fact, the leaves that...
Read MorePremature Good-byes
Lydia Crush
2012-03-28
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Repeat. You keep your mind focused on your breathing just to keep it off of what the day holds for you. You are heading back home, but only to pack up your things and leave. It feels like no one knows what will happen so there is nothing left to do...
Read MorePiece of String
Lydia Crush
2012-03-28
As I said my last goodbyes to my family, all the way back in August, my mother gave some last minute advice through the din: “And take that string off your wrist! Please, you want to look nice, don’t you?” Two weeks after receiving this message (and still wearing the string), I boarded a plane...
Read MoreCorridors of Connectivity
Joan Hanawi
2012-03-28
Scribbling away furiously, I was doing everything that I had learned not to do in school. I was attempting to copy down every single word my boss said, trying to notate what he was saying without truly processing. However, the sudden silence made me pause. “You know what an eco-corridor is, right?” Sheepishly, I shook...
Read MoreAlma da Terra
Karina Rodriguez
2012-03-28
Where do you begin to talk about your Life To talk about where you´ve been And what you´ve done Who you are and where you´re from? In a mess of systems and an almost Obligatory form of Living, Who am I to say who I am and what I come from? Is it true what...
Read MoreMy EcuaRoom
Lindsey Sepulveda
2012-03-28
http://youtu.be/BADinnqBoZw This is a video of my third room. I have been living with the same host family for the past six months, but we’ve moved houses twice due to landlord and neighbor problems. This is my third, final, and favorite room. Take a look and I hope you like it.
Read MoreMouse-capades
Stephanie Dunning
2012-03-28
October 11 We killed a mouse tonight. Well, not we. My brother killed a mouse. Nancy and I were huddled on my bed. My brother, Ruben, and nephew, Bryan, were running around my room like banshees. The mouse was hiding under my commode. There were towels tucked under the door so it couldn’t escape and...
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