{"id":19,"date":"2011-05-01T20:55:09","date_gmt":"2011-05-02T04:55:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/cchiaen\/?p=19"},"modified":"2011-05-04T14:25:54","modified_gmt":"2011-05-04T22:25:54","slug":"where-is","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/cchiaen\/2011\/05\/01\/where-is\/","title":{"rendered":"Where is&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The past two weeks after exams ended have been full of meetups and errands, on top of extra shifts I took on for last minute cash before I leave Vancouver. One night, after a particularly eventful day, my girl friend came over for a sleepover and she asked me a seemingly innocent question: Where is this place you&#8217;re going to? Mind you, I&#8217;ve been rambling about going to Uganda for the past four months, and so it caught me by surprise. &#8220;Uganda! What do you mean, &#8216;where am I going&#8217;, silly, I&#8217;m going to Africa!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But think about it again: what does that mean, &#8216;I&#8217;m going to Africa&#8217;?&#8221; she pressed, &#8220;Where is Africa?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The thing I value most about friendships is the honest perspective I get on the important (and some less important) decisions I make&#8230; and in that moment I really, truly, appreciated her frankness with me. Though I&#8217;ve taken SOCI 435 with Professor Dawn Currie (an amazing sociology prof, by the way), and though I&#8217;ve written papers and read articles on the ethics and experiences of international service learning and international development&#8230; I was caught off guard, and I didn&#8217;t know what to answer with.<\/p>\n<p>Africa is the second largest and second most populous continent after Asia. This is what you get when you Google &#8220;Africa&#8221;. I am going to Uganda, where it is often dubbed the &#8216;pearl of Africa&#8217;&#8230; so in my mind I have images of beautiful lakes, exotic animals, loving and hospitable people, all swept up in a perfectly scenic postcard photograph. &#8220;But where is Uganda??&#8221; my friend pressed.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know! I have no idea &#8216;where&#8217; Africa is, much less &#8216;where&#8217; Uganda is. These places haven&#8217;t yet been programmed into my mind&#8217;s geography&#8230; I only know the semantics of its existence. In some ways that is really sad, because there are people and animals and living beings who aren&#8217;t represented in my experience of the world. How can I not be as aware of the world as I should be, if we are all part of what we call &#8216;humankind&#8217;? What is it that allows us to live our daily lives often in blissful ignorance of what goes on in the world beyond the daily headlines?<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m apprehensive as the week before my departure begins. I am a second closer to a trip that I truly, personally, believe will change how I view myself, my education, the world, people, life, love, and all things important in my college journey of self discovery. I&#8217;m excited for all this.. but just like with any new thing, it can be a difficult thing to adjust to, and to accept.<\/p>\n<p>I think the most important question I will ask myself during my three months away will be: <strong>&#8220;Where is my knowledge of culture, being, identity, law, education, etc&#8230;. coming from? Where do I place myself in the global, grand scheme of things? Who am I as a student?&#8221; <\/strong>I hope I can come back to this question in four months and answer it with more wisdom than I can attempt to right now.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where is my future headed, from this experience?&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The past two weeks after exams ended have been full of meetups and errands, on top of extra shifts I took on for last minute cash before I leave Vancouver. 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