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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I am not my hair I am not my skin….
Tsion Horra
2013-03-01
Growing up in a society with people who look exactly like me, I never truly understood the term racism and how it was talked about in American Schools. I learned about slave ships, the civil war, and Martin Luther King Jr. And every February I listened to the quotes made by famous black women and...
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9 hours
Jordan Lee
2013-03-01
As I was thinking about what other fascinating aspect of my Ecuadorian life I could recount to all of you back home, I realized something. I have told you about my stint as a thief in the eyes of those in Pano, how annoying and perhaps powerful it is to have to give away half...
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The Rich American
Daniel Schwarz
2013-03-01
It’s uncomfortable being thought of as ‘the rich American’ but the reality of it is, in terms of money, I am rich, spoiled, and very fortunate. Is money what really makes someone rich? I sit here writing on an iPad which is pretty much a $700 toy. At home I have my own car, my own computer, a...
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In this moment I see me!!
Chinyere Aniagoh
2013-03-01
I’m so happy at this very moment not in a silly playful happy way butjust a moment of true bliss, thus I decided I’ll just write exactly what I’m feeling. Although, I know everything isn’t perfect and neither am I or will I ever be, but at this time in my life here in Ecuador I am the...
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A Senegalese Snapshot
Emily Ford
2013-02-28
In December I began writing a blog about the roles of Senegalese men, a highly critical piece condemning their absence and consequent effect within the family. Yet during the drafting process, a friend in the village confided in me he would no longer be able to come home from school because he could not afford the transportation fare (the...
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Dead Bodies
Sarah McMillan
2013-02-28
One day my Ecuadorean family told me we were going to move the bones of my mom’s dead father and first husband. I was like, okay, it’s some kind of ceremony where we rest their coffins somewhere else. I was right about the ceremony part. After work, I go home and much of my extended family is getting ready...
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The Uneven Road to The Unknown Destination
Ely Kadish
2013-02-28
As the bus chugs up the side of Volcán Imbabura I catch myself associating the rhythmic whining sounds of overworked gears with the Little Engine That Could’s positive motto, “I think I can, I think I can”; only I’m really hoping we make it up in one try. The bus bounces over the jutting rocks...
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Mother and Child
Mai Lee
2013-02-27
A mother and her child. They epitomize intimacy in our society. But what regardless of what they symbolize, our modern world has built barriers between this mother-child relationship. Not brick walls nor iron gates, but baby carriages and and diapers have created barricades in the relationship. In Senegal, the women here have not yet abandoned...
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Pretentious Prissies
Mai Lee
2013-02-27
The day before I left Dakar, I stopped by the local supermarket for some last minute shopping to buy what I “needed” to bring to the village, my home for the next six months. I placed that word in quotations because my “needs” differ so much from those of the villagers. At Casino, the supermarket,...
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