TTS23 in the Galapagos Islands

TTS23 in the Galapagos Islands
From left to right: Scout, Lindsey, Sophie, Feyza, Erin, Caroline, Lena, Susannah, Charlotte, Rebecca, Allie, Hannah, Alizah, Maisie, Anne, Kate, Courtney

Friday, May 2, 2014

class time

Hello Vicarious TTS23 participants~

It's hard to believe the semester is almost over, only two weeks left. Initially the idea of classes in crazy creeks, under trees or in museums seemed strange and awkward, now students find normalcy in learning while balancing in their chairs and jotting notes in notebooks while visiting museums or pausing on the side of a trail. During my visit, I heard students draw information from History class into discussions with parents and guides, they then transferred these ideas into their scientific reasonings. Without realizing it, these ladies were learning through inquiry and crossing boundaries - now history wasn't only for history class, instead it related to science, math concepts, global studies... really the list is endless...these ladies learned through experience.

Now in Bolivia, students are preparing for finals before heading out for one outing in the mountains. Teachers have crafted amazing projects, plays, songs and exams for students to show what they learned throughout the semester. Below, are the final academic updates for each class highlighting topics from the past few weeks. See if you can see some of the cross over from class to class...

Aunge

(Ok, I'll admit precalculus and Algebra 2 are a bit different. But still important - the Incans had to perfect their angles to make their incredible walls and houses. Did your daughter mention the 12 sided rock perfectly placed in the famous Incan wall that lined the path between their hostel and the plaza in Cusco?)



Precalculus
In recent weeks, precalculus students completed their study of vectors with real-world applications in physics to calculate work. To start a unit on conic sections, we derived the formula circle starting from Sophie's favorite: the Pythagorean Theorem. We observed examples of potential elliptical arches in Cusco and used a string tacked at two foci to draw an ellipse, allowing girls a hands-on opportunity to understand the definition this conic section. In further study of conic sections, girls completed the square to convert general equations to the standard form for circles, ellipses, hyperbolas, and parabolas, and graphed these shapes using information about vertices, foci, and asymptotes extracted from the equations.

CONIC SECTIONS:


Next, we investigated patterns to write general formulas for arithmetic and geometric sequences, and to derive formulas for summing arithmetic and geometric series. Hannah studied the reasoning used in applying geometric series to write the decimal 0.55555.... as a fraction, and extended this reasoning to find a method for writing any repeating decimal as a fraction. Erin's determination to understand the difference between permutations and combinations is aiding her to develop better intuition in counting strategies as we approach our last unit of study about probability.

Algebra 2
Since our last update, Algebra 2 students have completed their study of conic sections including parabolas, hyperbolas, ellipses, and circles. They applied previous knowledge of graph transformations to extend initial study of conic sections with centers at (0, 0) to other centers in the coordinate plane, and used characteristics such as vertices, co-vertices, foci, and asymptotes to graph and write the equations of conic sections. As their final unit in Algebra 2, Lena and Kate have learned counting techniques using permutations and combinations as a foundation for calculating probabilities. They used area formulas from previous courses to calculate geometric probabilities, differentiated between experimental and theoretical probability, and applied counting techniques to calculate probabilities of compound events. Maisie, Allie, and Charlotte are finishing their Algebra 2 semester with a study of trigonometry including an investigation of the right-triangle and unit circle definitions of trigonometric functions and real-world applications of trigonometric functions to find missing sides of right triangles and unknown angles. Caroline and Anne are focusing the last weeks of class on reviewing previous topics to reinforce the math skills they have acquired throughout the semester.

Beginning Spanish

Beginning Spanish students continue to build vocabulary as they shop and navigate through cities and towns of Peru and Bolivia. Girls asked questions of our guides during and after the Lares Trek to learn about shamanism and Incan history. On her day to serve as leader for the group, Courtney used her Spanish skills to inquire about tours of the Cathedral in Cusco's famous Plaza de Armas. On a night out to dinner in Cusco, Caroline used her restaurant vocabulary to ask about the menu and order dinner. The class extended our study of boot changing verbs to other irregular verbs in the present tense. Maisie explained the conjugations of saber and conocer and explained the different uses of these verbs. An introduction of the preterite tense allowed students to finally discuss past events. Girls learned the present progressive tense through context while reading the short novel Casi se muere. Rebecca used the construction ir + a + infinitive to make predictions about what may happen next in the novel and Erin used the preterite tense to explain what already occurred in the story. When our class in the Plaza in Puno, Peru gathered a curious crowd, Hannah took the opportunity to engage onlookers in conversation.  

Advanced Spanish
I have been impressed by the dedication that these students have shown to completing the task of reading El Alquimista. Although the text becomes more challenging as the story progresses, they are still devoted to finishing the novel by the end of the semester. As a result, we have been working hard to process the text effectively, and have had many fruitful discussions about diverse philosophies of life, religion, dreams, and destiny. I am proud of these students' continually growing capacity to communicate complicated ideas in Spanish. We have also maintained a focus on grammar by moving into the formation and use of the subjunctive mood in both the present and past tenses. This is a complicated mood to learn, and the students have put forth significant effort to understand and utilize it. In addition to the book and grammar, we have continued our commitment to speaking with locals. One especially exciting example of this occurred when our class had the opportunity to visit the Coca Museum in Cusco. Our guide explained about the history and cultural significance of the use of the coca plant in the Incan Empire. The girls listened carefully, and asked well-considered questions at the end of the tour. I hope to leave the class with an inspired confidence to practice their much-improved language skills as they transition back to life in the US.

Honors Natural Science
The last few weeks of the semester are exciting in science class: we are exploring the ideas and implications of climate change. After defining key terms and concepts, the students read current news articles relating to climate change and presented them to their peers in the form of a news show. Then, they worked to complete a project relating a commonly used product to its carbon footprint. In addition to the unit on climate change, the students are also working to complete their final observation journals, which document the multifarious plant and animal life we encounter in different biomes and natural situations throughout the semester. I have been impressed with the increasing quality of these assignments, as the girls practice the differentiation of observation and fact, as well as the formation of good scientific questions. I am pleased that we are able to connect our class discussions to the world around us in the last part of the semester: for example, considering why food takes longer to cook at higher elevations (very significant to our experience in these last few weeks!), and learning about snow science in the Cordillera Real.

Physical Education
In the last weeks of the semester, we are learning that merely existing at high elevation can be work out! Armed with confidence gained on the Santa Cruz hike, the girls conquered the Lares Trek towards Machu Picchu. One particularly challenging part of the trek brought us into snow, over 15,000 feet above sea level. Although we are very busy with academics and trying to stay healthy in this last part of the semester, we have found time for early morning runs and yoga sessions. I trust that these acclimatization activities will benefit our bodies when it is time for the ultimate physical challenge of the semester: glacier mountaineering!


Honors History and Government of South America
History students are contemplating the difference between means and ends, comparing Gandhi's philosophy of 'satyagraha', truth force, to the methods of the Maoist group 'The Shining Path' in Peru. Is violence justified in the face of oppressive structures? So far, this question has provided lively discussion amongst the students. Many return to the thought: How can one answer one way or another without having first-hand experience of such oppression? Sure, they can hold opinions and hope they would react in a certain way, but until they walk a mile...who knows?

Most recently, the students blew me away by creating a 6-frame comic strip depicting an event in Ecuadorian or Peruvian history to encapsulate their learning and teach others. Their work was brilliant, spanning topics from Incan and Spanish colonization to oil issues in the Amazon.

Last class the students took a 'challenge quiz', which asked them to write on globalization, development, and power dynamics. Next, in addition to learning about Bolivia's political system, and reading up on the president Evo Morales, students will begin their final project. The history final is a map of countries visited, overlaid with historical facts and their personal journey.


Mathematical Concepts
Courtney has been researching the price of chocolate in each town she visits. Soon she will buy her products and begin a small-scale business among her peers to learn what it takes to buy, sell, and make a profit. Additionally, she is reading up on free trade, and arguments for and against the WTO.

One day, we invited all of the students to participate in a minimum wage activity. The students were divided into'families'. Kate was a single mom of three:Charlotte,Sophie,and Allie. Lindsey was a single mom with baby Scout. Erin was a single mom with four children: Alizah, Rebecca, Anne, and Feyza. Hannah and Maisie had four children: Lena, Caroline, Courtney, and Susannah. They received their monthly budgets and had to make decisions and sacrifices in order to make ends meet and pay their bills. Listening to their processes of decision-making was the best part of the day. Each group had to justify their choices, despite knowing the long-term emotional and physical consequences. Some decided it was best to sell their children. All joking aside, they had amazing conversations about the cycle of poverty, and gained perspective by the end of the day, not only on issues of global poverty, but poverty in the U.S.

Honors Literature and Composition
Students of Literature are going crazy with Isabel Allende's 'The House of The Spirits'. At any moment one might find a student crying because of a twist of fate within the book, a love gone awry, or a favorite character's death. Their imaginations are being let loose, as they create their own fictional stories in the style of magical realism.

The day after Gabriel Garcia Marquez died, I read the BBC's tribute to him to the class, and almost ended up crying myself. It is an apt time to learn the significance of the genre, to spread its beauty, mysticism, and political foundations.

Global Studies
The alternate Inca Trail with our guide Puma and our time exploring Machu Picchu allowed the students to learn about Incans from the perspective of a shaman. They learned about the sacred trilogy of Incan cosmology, the condor, the puma, and the serpent. Their minds were blown with the expert stonework architecture and the argument of acoustic levitation, that stones were moved with the help of sound, one hundred conch shells blown on the mountainside which shifted the molecular biology to ease the burden of lifting.

In the afternoon some of us visited the Incan Bridge. The Incan Bridge is a terrifying structure carved out of the cliff side. Amazonas, or teenage female warriors, were the ones who trained to walk the bridge without falling. We sat close to the rock, listening to Puma play the flute, each imagining traversing the bridge.

Heading  into Puno on the shores of Lake Titicaca, we prepared for an experience of ethnotourism, where cultures use their unique identity to make a living. We visited the floating island of Uros and the  Spanish-
colonized island Taquile. What we first encountered was a fabulous example of the diversity of humankind, the Aymara. Their ancestors fled fighting on the mainland by building large boats out of reeds and tying them together, hanging out with their families in Lake Titicaca. Eventually the reeds would decompose, so they added layers upon layers of reeds, until they created entire islands where their families could exist safely. Today the Aymara of Uros rely on tourists for their livelihood, which meant students having to navigate forceful invitations to buy goods. We challenged students to shift the interaction away from a monetary one, and learn something about the Aymara; a phrase in their language, something about their lives, or their history. It was fascinating to watch the students struggle with the discomfort, but they persevered.

One of the most notable nights recently was when Alizah organized a 'Hunger Banquet' on her Chieflet day. Students were randomly assigned personalities as they came down to dinner. Kate and Charlotte were the lucky upper class and got to sit in chairs at a table. They were served pesto pasta, fruit salad, and bottled water. A few others sat in chairs and got to eat rice and beans. The majority of the group represented the lower classes, and had to sit on the cold floor and just eat rice. The percentage breakdown represented the global numbers of who goes hungry each day. Students learned that though there are pressing issues that affect food production such as drought, desertification, and salinization, the main reason people go hungry is not the lack of food, but the unequal distribution of food and resources.

Moving on from Puno we headed into Bolivia. Our home base is a hotel on the shores of Lake Titicaca, the home of the giant frog. The sunshine and carefree vibe of Copacabana is doing everyone a world of good. Students are working hard. Today we will introduce the Global Final Assignment, which will challenge students to synthesize all they have learned in the past few months.

INTERMEDIATE SPANISH
On the curvy mountain road descending from the Lares hot springs, the Intermediate Spanish students gathered together in the back seats of the bus to make sense of the verses of a song they were given. The song is Latinoamerica, by a Puerto Rican band called Calle 13. They underlined words such as “desaparecido” and “lucha”; words that give Latin Americans the chills, words that remind them of the oppression and fear that their parents faced, but also of the hope and unity this shared history has created.  The definition of these words can be found in any dictionary. Their significance can only be understood by speaking to people that have lived with these words. Not having access to Google Translate or even a pocket dictionary on the bus, the girls learned the meanings of their lines by asking our guides. Lena asked Rebbi what the lines “La nieve que maquilla mis montañas; Tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que me baña” meant. She excitedly relayed that she had learned why he works as a guide on these treks, about his connection with the mountains and his love of working with tourists. Anne was surprised by how much she was able to understand in her conversation, a conversation that went beyond “¿Hola, como esta?” and touched on military coups, land redistribution, and of course soccer.  Kate and I wondered what the author meant by “ soy toda la sobra de los que se robaron.” We discussed the use of tense and questioned "Who robbed who?” She wondered if it referred to Spanish colonization and US military involvement. Susannah read the lines, “Caminamos, caminamos, caminamos” (we walk, we walk, we walk) to the circle of guides and their families that had gathered in curiosity. Puma explained that although Latin America has suffered, people must continue walking and remain strong. Allie talked to Rebbi and Nelly about the line “Soy todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello” and learned the tradition of wearing necklaces with pictures of saints.

After returning from the trek, we huddled around the laptop and watched the images that went along with the lyrics. We had come to understand the meanings of these lines from conversations with the guides, street artisans, and hostel employees. The girls recognized the waters of the Amazon and the high altitudes of Peru.  Susannah began to understand the line “Tu no puedes comprar los colores” (You cant buy the colors) to represent ethnic diversity after watching the video and seeing the diverse indigenous, mestizo, and Afro- Peruvian faces.

The girls sat in pairs in the Cuzco sunshine and discussed in Spanish the meaning of their versus.  As they learned what the rest of the lyrics meant from their classmates, they began to understand the essence of the song, what it means to be “Latin American.”  They asked the cafe owner, a young French woman who learned Spanish from her Peruvian father, what  the lines "”Mano de obra campesina por tu consumo” meant.  Her Peruvian boyfriend chimed in that these lines had various, deeper meanings and that an “obra” can be many things.  The girls looked surprised to see two people, fluent in Spanish, discussing the meaning of a syllable word.  

To begin thinking about ideas for their final presentation, a song titled “América,” they watched the music video “Clandestino by Manu Chao.  The lyrics were printed out and handed out to the three pairs.  There were key vocabulary words cut out of their lyrics and the small slips of paper with the missing words were in a pile in the center of the table.  Because there were only enough words to complete two of the sheets, the pairs waited in anticipation for the song to begin, hands ready to grab at the limited words.  As Manu Chao sang the line “Solo voy con mi pena,” everyone searched for the word “pena” in the pile.  Some of the pairs were quicker than others and they grabbed for dictionaries to gain points to get ahead.  They searched for the words in the stack of dictionaries.  When the time was up, the students shared what they thought the meaning of each line was.  Heather was visiting the class and was teamed up with Kate.  Kate explained that “pena” meant “pity.”  Heather realized that this word had a different meaning in this context and apologized to Kate for leading her astray.  Susannah pointed out that there is a line in the Calle 13 song that ends with “vale la pena” and she had learned that it translates to “it’s worth it.”  We discussed the usefulness of dictionaries as a reference but the girls also had fun exploring contexts and sharing their knowledge.  As we pieced together what the words meant, the students began to relate to the songs meaning, telling stories of taking the same test that people are required to pass to gain citizenship.  While telling these stories in Spanish, their classmates helped them along with conjugations and vocabulary.

Yesterday, after coming back from town time in Copacabana, Anne and Lena yelled up to me as I graded their papers on the terrace.  “The reason that Eric moved here from Argentina is because the cost of living is so high!”  and “I learned how to say ‘zombie’ in Spanish!”  Eric had played Argentine folklorico music for us the night before and Susanna had confidently asked him what Operation Condor was after learning that he was from a country that was impacted by this.  I felt their excitement and their enthusiasm for Spanish and why we learn other languages; To learn about a history and a culture that is held inside of people and that learning their language can unlock. 



Sunday, April 20, 2014

What a wonderful bunch of girls!

Sharing the past two weeks with TTS 23, parents, and our local guides is an experience I'll cherish always.  The girls have learned so much about travel already including how to manage their packs and personal items, support each other in countless ways, most evident while trekking.  They show amazing strength and resilience while climbing up to a pass just below 16,000 feet.  Watching them perform skits to teach us travel tips and basic Spanish, I saw a level of trust and comfort with each other that was incredibly refreshing.  Each girl was comfortable being herself among her peers and teachers and that is one of the many wonderful things I remember.

I'm sure the pictures are of highest priority.  Here are a few from our first day together in Cusco:

Travel Tips presented by the girls for the parents in the form of skits - Erin, Allie and Hannah talk about handling money safely and protecting your friend while she is withdrawing money from an ATM.


Rebecca, Charlotte, Eliza and Lena talk about being prepared for all kinds of weather!

Sus, Ann(e)?, and Scout take questions from the audience about what to do in restaurants.

Courtney, Kate and Sophie present tips for staying clean and healthy while traveling.  
A passerby looks intrigued by the amazing acting happening.


And a hilarious presentation by Faisa (sp?), Lindsay, and Caroline about how to leave no trace and poop while camping.  There were at least 8 D's 



 I enjoyed seeing the students use theatre games to present information to us in a creative and fun manner.  There are so many things to share.  Thank you TTS for your commitment to empowering girls to teach and learn.  I thoroughly enjoyed the time with the girls and parents in Peru.  The guides were outstanding - and it was a treat to get to know both Jennifer and Heather - and Rick too.   Time well spent.

Annabel Sheinberg, Sophie's mom.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Can I be in all of these classes?!

Travel Journalism
As the first quarter came to a close, Travel Journalism students dove into the intriguing world of investigative journalism.  The midterm dealt with a fictional murder mystery!  Non-TJ members of the TTS community we're assigned roles to play, and the students in the class were charged with the task of interviewing these characters, reviewing documents, and researching police reports and newspapers to figure out how all the pieces connected.  They continued to consider the ideas of interpretation and analysis while writing their investigative report article. Next, we turned to blogging, and the significance of journalism and mass communication in the age of the Internet. As the group set off to Cordillera Blanca, the TJ girls took charge of the TTS activities blog to document the excitement of the Santa Cruz trek (check out their updates!).  The students conveyed the trip with words, and they also took some fantastic photos, both of the group and the incredible scenery!  I have no doubt that our visit to Machu Picchu will inspire more photography and opportunity to update the blog.

Advanced Conversational Spanish
The Santa Cruz trek provided ample opportunity for conversation, so naturally certain parts of the hike were designated as Spanish-only. With the majestic vistas of the Cordillera Blanca serving as points of conversation, the students enjoyed casual discussion practice while walking. The Advanced girls were called upon once again for their translation skills in a Global Studies class in which we chatted with our arrieros (donkey handlers) about their lives and work. Once back in Huaraz, we were able to take our class to the streets (literally), as the students worked together to navigate themselves to the market and purchase ingredients for group meals. During the experience, they were excited to learn and practice words for fruits and vegetables, as well as amplify their direction and bargaining skills in Spanish. As we explore the Sacred Valley around Cusco, the students will continue to fortify their translation and conversation skills with our friendly local guides.  Grammatically, our course is moving towards more complicated constructions in the subjunctive mood.  In addition, we are making progress with El Alquimista, as the girls continue to dedicate their minds towards a deeper comprehension of the novel.

Beginning Spanish
Girls of Beginning Spanish have added to boot changing verbs to their conversation repertoire. They also learned to use idiomatic expressions with the verb tener to express hunger, thirst, sleepiness, warmth, cold, luckiness, and being in a rush. Girls used the construction “tener que” to express what they have to do and the construction ir + a + infinitive verb to talk about the near future. Girls continued to collect new vocabulary words through their interactions. Hannah learned important restaurant vocabulary (la cuenta = the check) while paying for dinner. A trip to the market in Huaraz required girls to use their fruit and vegetable vocabulary as well as key phrases for bargaining in order to buy lunch for themselves and ingredients for the group dinner. Rebecca negotiated for a good price on broccoli and Maisie asked about different types of mangos. Erin learned the phrase “mantequilla de mani” in order to purchase supplies for her favorite peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. During our stay in Cusco, girls used their Spanish to navigate the city. Caroline, Courtney, and Hannah chatted with the hostel owner's teenage daughter about her school and life in Cusco. 


Global Studies
While in the Galapagos, our Global Studies conversation turned to ecotourism: the students read articles about the topic and interviewed members of the boat crews to investigate their perspective.  Our arrival to Peru inspired snapshot snippets on the bus ride, in which we previewed aspects of the nation's culture, history, and government.  These mini classes and discussions provided a scaffolding on which we will build comparisons between the three countries we visit during the semester.  The midterm exam for the course involved construction of a "mind map," a graphic organization of connections among various parts of the curriculum, centralized around a quotation from Joe Kane's book, Savages. The goal of Global Studies is to provide a forum to make interdisciplinary links between classes and our experiences, and so we are working as a teacher team to encourage inquisitiveness about our environments.  To provide motivation to this end, we have added a new crew to our group responsibilities.  This group, which rotates every other day, is in charge of "hospitality": ensuring that the people that we encounter as a group are acknowledged and utilized as teachers.  For example, hospitality crew helped run a discussion with our donkey handlers during the Santa Cruz hike. In addition, as we begin the second half of the semester, we will be providing format variations of the RRQ weekly reflection, to allow for student input and increased creativity.  We look forward to these exciting changes as they are implemented during the campus visit and our journey to Machu Picchu!


Precalculus
After their trip to the Galapagos Islands, the girls completed their projects which required them to research the distance between islands and use these distances along with the Law of Sines and Law of Cosines to calculate the angle that the boat should sail to travel from one island to the next. A natural extension of our discussions about navigation was our study of polar representations of points, where points are represented by a distance from the origin and an angle, rather than an x- and y- coordinate. Students explored various polar representations for points and equations and discussed which types of equations are more simply expressed in polar coordinates and which are more simply expressed in rectangular coordinates. Next, we transferred our previous trigonometry work address computations with vectors, including addition, subtraction, scalar multiplication, and the dot product.

Algebra 2
Since midterms, Algebra 2 girls have focused on rational functions. They applied their previous experience in factoring polynomials to factor numerators and denominators and make observations about factors of the numerator and denominator relate to the appearance of vertical asymptotes and holes in graphs. An exploration activity using their graphing calculator allowed girls to generate and test hypotheses about the appearance of horizontal asymptotes as well. Following the rational function study, girls considered radical functions as inverses of quadratics and cubics. Our previous work on graph transformations provided a natural foundation for graphing radical functions and inequalities. As we transitioned to study conic sections, Maise and Allie applied the distance formula to derive the standard equation of a circle. An ellipse drawing demonstration using a string held by two tacks at the ellipses foci (as shown in the figure below) allowed girls a hands-on opportunity to understand the definition of an ellipse.



Honors History and Government of South America 
The second half of the semester began with students taking over the class. Allie, Sophie, Rebecca, Maisie, and Erin taught their peers about the past two presidents of Peru in addition to the current one. They taught about The Shining Path, a revolutionary group still active in the country, and the influence of Che Guevara. Each student came up with their own creative way to impart information. At first we gathered beneath a rock in the high altitude meadow we were camped in to have the Cordillera Blanca mountain range as a backdrop. Yet as rain began to pour down we piled into our circular yellow 'dining tent'. Allie took on various personas via masks she made. Maisie read a speech she wrote. Sophie and Rebecca recited original poems, and Erin read a children's book she created. Scout, Lindsey, Anne, Susannah, and Alizah had already presented pre-Galapagos, and got to sit back and enjoy the presentations.

 Students rocked the history exams taken in the Galapagos. Though they are grappling with complex issues in class discussions and written work, I look forward to watching them engage even more with each Peruvian and Bolivian they meet, seeing each interaction as an opportunity to learn. As we regrouped post-midterms, students got to share the histories they learned from the Galapagos crew members. Interestingly, many workers spoke about oil issues, but in a vastly different way than people encountered in the Amazon, the region most intensely affected by drilling.

Many connections are being made. Students remembered the grotesque painting on the ceiling of the Guayasamin museum in Ecuador depicting Peruvian silver miners and their early deaths when reading statistics on resource extraction in Peru. They are brimming with questions and can't wait to ask people they encounter the things they want to know.

History students are knee-deep in reading on the colonial history of Peru and its road to Independence. After an introduction to the government and political structures of the country, we will read more on The Shining Path, and discuss violence as a means to an end. Who knows what will come next...role plays, a debate, a graphic novel? All will culminate in a beautiful map of our journey, full of historical and personal events and revelations.

Honors Literature and Composition
Students lay with their backs to the alpine meadow grass and their eyes to the sky as I read the first pages of 'The House of the Spirits', by Isabel Allende. They let their minds open to the Trueba family, and the fantastical things that happen against the sometimes violent political backdrop. Literature class in the Cordillera Blanca was magical. Students journaled spread out on rocks, having conquered the mighty Punta Union pass at 15,000 ft! Each in their own world, they silently finished the sentences: I used to be...I am...I want to be...


We will continue to immerse ourselves in literary analysis in the coming weeks, writing love letters between the characters, discussing plot, and trying our own hand at the genre of magical realism!

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

I come to get to know you (Riksinkapa Shamuni)


Re-posted from the Tandana Blog

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Written By: Alizah, New York, senior
February 20, 2014
The Traveling School arrived in Agualongo to greetings of “Feliz Dia de San Valentin” and Kichwa introductions from the community. In groups of three and four, we were paired up with the people who, over the next six days, would become our families.
After rolling out my sleeping bag on eye level with my host family’s pet guinea pigs, I joined my parents and five brothers at our “tulpa,” a small, separate room with a fire for cooking. I was amazed to find that every family member had a role in dinner preparation: the boys scrubbed dishes and collected kindling for the fire while my mom peeled entire potatoes with a single swipe. I tried (and failed) to imitate her “hand-as-cutting-board” technique with a bunch of scallions while ignoring every piece of culinary advice I had received over the past seventeen years. As the soup boiled between us – churning some roughly chopped scallions – smoke filled the small room. This gave way to our first family joke: “las gringas llorando” (foreigners crying).
We rose early the next morning for a community work party, or “minga.” Community members and students dispersed to gut chickens, peel potatoes, deepen an irrigation trench, tile the new community center, and prepare the soccer field for new lights that a former Traveling School student had fundraised for. After an exhausting and productive morning, we gathered for a traditional community lunch, which included blackberry juice, chicken soup, cuy (guinea pig) soup, and a customary mix of one dish contributed by each family. Following a series of “thank-you’s” from Tandana, community members, and students, we celebrated the morning’s hard work with an aftermath of volleyball, dance, and piggyback rides. Exhausted, and still digesting lunch, we returned home to prepare dinner. My eyes teared (a common theme, apparently) as I chopped onions one-on-one with my host-mom. For the first time of many, she told me how lucky she felt to have more daughters and how sad she was that we weren’t staying for a year, I was glad I had the onions to blame for my tears as I thought about how much love our families had to offer.
ImageThe next morning, dressed in traditional Kichwa clothes, part of the group went to mass with their families while the rest of us stayed behind to bake bread. Five oven-loads later, we piled with our families into two busses, which took us to El Lechero, a sacred tree and prime picnic spot. We set out PBJs, cold-cuts, and fruit and the families once again each brought a dish to combine. One of the community members facilitated this custom, and then offered us a bowl to share. In return, we offered the community free reign of our supplies, resulting in some triple-decker PBJs filled with unspread globs of guanabana jelly. After a group clean-up effort, we continued on to El Parque Condor, a bird rehabilitation center, for a flight demonstration. The kids – and two sixteen year old Traveling School students – got to hold some birds afterwards. Three days later, my brothers were still running around flapping their arms and bird-calling. We returned around 6pm which presented me with my biggest challenge yet: trying to get my homework done while simultaneously entertaining my seven year old brother who loves ninjas, Jackie Chan, and my camera. For the first time since our arrival, I was able to keep my eyes open long enough to finish a journal entry (a feat I was proud of until I realized it was only 7:46pm).
Over the next few days, we experienced a traditional cooking class, Kichwa lessons, and a 94 year-old espanto (fright) healer (who “cured” one of our own). We spent a morning at a tree nursery weeding, taking down a decrepit greenhouse, and learning about a local cement factory’s impact on the environment and economy. That afternoon, we panted our way up a 90 degree incline interspersed with cows to a weather station where we learned about the different weather-measurement instruments and the observed impact of climate change on Ecuador’s weather patterns and agriculture. We spent a memorable evening teaching our families to make s’mores (proof of which remains in the form of marshmallow residue all over my pants).
Between classes, service, and play, I acclimated to the world of bucket-flush, was both scoffed and supported in my attempts to hand-wash laundry, ate more starches on my plate than I ever thought possible, and unsuccessfully insisted that chicken is not vegetarian. Six exhausting days later, I found myself in the Casa Comunal for the last time, saying “mis despedidas” to the people I had come to love. We each stood up and said an individual good-bye and thank you to our family, and then sang a song – complete with choreography – that we had written in Kichwa class to the community:
From far away I come (Karumanta Shamuni)
I come to get to know you (Riksinkapa Shamuni)
I come to work with you (Kankunawan llamkani)
I eat a lot (Ashtakata mikuni)
I love the food (Mikuykuta kuyani)
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Monday, April 7, 2014

"It wouldn't be the Santa Cruz Trek, if it didn't kick our butts until the very last step"

THE SANTA CRUZ TREK
As documented by the students of Travel Journalism

Day 0: “Before the Adventure Could Even Start” – Scout, senior, Connecticut
Preparation for the Santa Cruz trek ensued with a flurry of packing lists, trips to the gear store, emptying out the fridge, and lessons on everything from reading topo maps to using the bathroom in the great outdoors. In the days before leaving, girls dug out layers they hadn't seen since Miami, organized group food, took their final showers, and got ready to hit the trail.

On March 29th, two days before leaving for the trek, we set off early for an acclimatization hike in the Cordillera Negra. Running alongside the Cordillera Blanca, home to the Santa Cruz trek, the Cordillera Negra is its less snowy counterpart, and from there we could see the white peaks we would be heading to the following day. While our acclimatization hike included a steady descent over the rocky trail leading back into the valley, it was filled with frequent stops occupied with everything from snacking to posing for pictures before the surreal mountain views. On one of our earliest breaks, Erin gave us a thorough lesson on “Leave No Trace” trail ethics, complete with demonstrations of switchbacks and packing out trash, and later on we spent a silent lunch reflecting on both the vast landscape and little miracles that surround us in nature.

Arriving back to our hostel three hours earlier than planned, tired and sunburned, the afternoon consisted of trips to the gear store to replace missing socks or moldy water bottles, and a briefing on where the next six days of walking would take us. It also happened to be Susannah's birthday the day after we celebrated Allie's birthday. Born from Erin's “Leave No Trace” lesson, the evening concluded with a “Leave No Trace” themed birthday bash. During the festivities, Susannah was led by Tour Guide Allie through a maze of trail ethic skits ranging from the LNT police patrolling for people leaving trash, to a herd of sweat-hungry cows and rabid dogs that she was diligently warned to stay away from. On the roof of the hostel, surrounded by the sounds of nighttime Huaraz and the glow of distant Peruvian stars, we shared our favorite "Susannah moments" and celebrated with ice cream, cookies and togetherness.


The next morning came with eggs, bacon, and optional PE or church. After a few hours of classes, we divided up to tackle group gear packing. With one group on dinner, one on breakfast and lunch, another on GORP and the last on group gear, the hostel kitchen was littered with wrappers and bulk packaging as we condensed, double bagged and piled up oatmeal, ramen, hot chocolate, and anything else dried, sustaining, and purchasable in large amounts. Following this organizational feat, our teachers presented us with the “sexy pack” demonstration – how to strap everything down, what should be accessible, what needs to stay dry, and where rain gear should go. Packing itself, after numerous lists and check-ins, was an affair of scattered gear, trashbags, prioritizing and running from room to room in search of shared and reclaimed clothing. When the cloud of bandanas, Smartwools, wet wipes, and poly-pro cleared, there were 23 neatly packed backpacks, one on each bed, and 23 trashbags of unneeded clothes and gear tucked away in storage. After a final study hall at Cafe Andino next door, it was early to bed in preparation for the next few days, boots lined neatly by the door, and eagerly awaiting our transport into the mountains the next morning.

Day 1: “Why Are We Backpacking?” – by Courtney, senior, New Jersey
My alarm beeped and screeched, flashing 6:00am in my face. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my orange Tupperware and walked to breakfast. In order to clear out our food supply, we had every type of yogurt and leftover birthday cake for the most important meal of the day. After packing our PB&J lunches, we headed out of the hostel and filed into our white “turistico” vans. We kissed Huaraz goodbye.

We sat in the vans for hours, driving on the edges of cliffs and looking our at the mountains that poked into the clouds. The ride ended as we arrived in the tiny village of Cashapampa. Two men stood smiling with donkeys. We were quickly introduced to our arrieros, Pedro and Luis. After a short introduction from all the TTS girls, Pedro went on to say that we were all his family throughout the trek.

With our hiking boots laced up and our big packs strapped on, we played a game of “Wah” as our teachers talked to Pedro and Luis. As Heather made her final announcement, telling us to have empty bladders and full water bottles, I felt a wave of anxiety, fear, and excitement wash over me. We began to march out, clutching our purified water bottles as we looked up at the trail we were about to conquer.

We began to talk on a rocky trail, crossing over a rushing river, the more we walked, the more steep and dry our trail became. As we continued uphill, I began to wonder why we were doing something so painful, as the sun blazed on our faces. I thought to myself, “I am not meant for backpacking.” The girls in front of me stopped, announcing that it was break-time. My legs collapsed and I dropped onto my backpack. I took a moment to look around and was overcome by the scenery that we had worked our way into. A waterfall flowed next to me and surrounding us were mountains that didn't look quite so tall from our height. There are some places that can't be reached by a vehicle.

As our trail began to flatten out and we crossed a stream, I could see Pedro and Luis waiting for us at our campsite. A waterfall marked our home for the night, and I dropped my bag, grateful the hike was over. Later, as I looked up at millions of bright stars, I thought, “THIS is why people backpack.”

Day 2: “Pacha Ichicocha” – by Charlotte, sophomore, Virginia
After a steep and strenuous initial day of backpacking, our campsite, ringed with mountains and waterfalls, stayed quiet until groggy but cheerful faces unzipped their tents at half past seven. We gathered for out rations of oatmeal before sending off three members of the group. Heather P, Vickie, and Hannah began their descent back to Cashapampa for health reasons, but only after rounds of hugs and safe wishes. Between redistributing the dwindling group food, filling water bottles in the Santa Cruz River, folding up tents, and organizing our bags, we were not prepared to leave until ten.

Starting at an elevation of 3700 meters, we only climbed 100 meters over the next four and a half miles. The terrain's gentle slopes and flat stretches came as a relief. The majority of the path remained level, yet littered with rocks and squishy with sand. We crossed over the Santa Cruz River multiple times as the trail wandered. Whether with animated skips, tentative stepping stones, or splashing strides, we kept on the elusive path past Llamacorral. We broke for lunch on the side of the trail. Packs plummeted to the ground as we eagerly shed the unfamiliar weight.

We hiked through Sapichuayta, maintaining a pace that supported the spectrum of speeds in the group. Conversations ranging from discussions of our parents to memories of previous backpacking trips entertained us for the five hours of walking. Pedro, our lead arriero, waited for us just around a bend in the trail, standing on a large rock. His greetings signaled the conclusion of the day's trek. Anew with energy, we explored our temporary home.

Our campsite lay at the edge of Lake Ichicocha. Rocks from the size of mere pebbles to mighty boulders sprinkled the even field. Mountains loomed on two sides while light tunneled through the channel they formed. We set up tents in the sunshine, nudging stray cows off our ground tarps.

History class ensued with the final few presentations of South American leaders, in an outdoor environment highlighted by a double rainbow arching as the backdrop. Cook crew prepared a hearty supper over a two-burner gas stove. We all ate in a circle, swelling the communal tent with our physical presence as well as laughs and voices. Voices rehashing the voyage so far, and speculating what was to come, scattered in the night air before returning to our sleeping bags to slumber.

Day 3: “Hiking Over the Hump” – by Allie, sophomore, Montana
Beep, beep, beep. Hearing my alarm, I rolled over in my sleeping bag, not wanting to go out into the much colder mountain world. Slowly, I , along with my two tent-mates Kate B and Alizah , extracted ourselves from our sleeping bags, put our warm clothes on, grabbed our Tupperware and emerged from our tent into the waking world. Immediately, I was again hit with the beauty of our campsite and the Cordillera Blanca. Already our third day on the Santa Cruz trek, and I knew I would never become accustomed to the view. Mountains shot up on all sides, their peaks hidden in the wispy clouds that hung ominously above. Waterfalls, disguised in the mountain rocks, sprung forth in a whitewater shower. The green grass flattened beneath my feet as I walked across camp to our breakfast tent.

A campsite like this is a pretty great place to have a birthday, one might say, and lucky for Caroline, now 17, her birthday happened to be today, April 2. The morning silence was  broken by “happy birthdays” and “can you believe you're 17?!” The excitement of another TTS birthday hung in the air as we ate our breakfast of oatmeal and polenta patties. After breakfast, everyone dispersed to prepare for the hike from Ichicocha to Taullipampa. This included deflating sleep pads, packing our clothes and sleeping bags, dismantling our tents, taking a pile of group gear that everyone helped carry, putting the final touches on our packs, and meeting at 9:15 in a circle at a central location ready to go. For the next 15 minutes, we stretched our sore muscles and talked about the day ahead of us. Hiking for five to six hours, gaining 1100 feet and ending up at “the most beautiful campsite in the world” was just the beginning of it.
 
Within the first ten minutes of our hike, we passed by a stunning blue glacial lake, set in a frame of towering mountains that met in a “V”behind it. “BAM!” rang out through the group as we all stopped for a Beauty Appreciation Moment. We had been hiking in this valley for a couple of days now, but this was the first glacial lake we had seen. We continued hiking for a couple hours, taking breaks here and there, until the scenery suddenly changed. Before we were hiking in forest-like areas with the Santa Cruz River running alongside, but all of a sudden, we were walking along vegetation-free, trail-free open land. Multiple creeks ran through the floor of sand, interfering with the desert-like scenery. We walked across this land for awhile, ate lunch there, and prepared for the switchbacks we saw cut in the mountain straight ahead of us. We stared the uphill as the weather decided to rain. Frantically getting out rain pants, coats, and backpack covers, we kept on hiking, prepared for anything. After a few hours, we were all gasping for air, feeling our backs and legs, when we saw it, “the most beautiful campsite in the world.” Not one, not two, but three glaciers towered over us and behind us was the valley we had conquered. Accomplishment filled the air with the knowledge we were now halfway done.

After setting up tents and laying out any group gear in our possession, we had a little free time until dinner. While eating a warming ramen noodle dinner, we partook in the TTS birthday tradition of going around in a circle and saying one thing we love about the birthday girl. As each person went, the dome-like tent filled with the love, support, and joy that was obvious in the words that were spoken then and throughout the day. Snuggling into our sleeping bags after dinner, sleep hit fast and hard as we prepared for another day - up to the pass.

Day 4 – by Rebecca, junior, Montana
“Zip, zip, zip,” I opened the tent door to reveal one of the most beautiful campsites in the world. Surrounded by three mist-covered glaciers and towering mountain peaks, my eyes swirled in astonishment of the morning view. After eating an assortment of oatmeal in our Tupperware containers, we packed our tents, gear and bags as the nerves began to grow. The collective group was feeling the weight today would hold, not only on our backs, but also in the steep uphill slopes to come. Although we were reminded that in times of hardship, the power of one's mind can shift an experience for the better or worse. Shouting “we are TTS”and the consistent encouragement that “we can do this” began our trekking off to a positive vibe. With two liters of water, snack bags full and rain jackets on, the twenty of us began our climb to the pass. To help speed up the time, we had conversations ranging from glacial lakes to boys. We stopped at the curve in a switchback and stood breathless (physically and literally) of the view. In that same instant, a condor flew over the pristine blue water and circled around the valley, displaying its immense wingspan. Our arriero, Luis, told us the condor is an Andean sign of good luck and fortune. With our spirits lifted and the “red wooden marker” in sight, we forged forward. The last 210 steps to the Punta Union pass seemed to be the most pivotal steps I have taken. Cheers, high fives, and hugs were exchanged as our group felt a sense of unity reaching the pass. We took photos next to the sign depicting that were 14,250 feet high in altitude. While enjoying the lunch break, we indulged in (Snickers like) chocolate bars that Heather F. used to symbolize and describe as the layers of glaciers. One the downhill section of our hike, some of us slid and slipped on the rocks and mud, but you would always look from your fall to see a hand waiting to help you up. The feeling of accomplishment grew as our campsite was within eye sight. We marched through the rain and happily arrive at our site. Setting up tents, cooking quinoa and pasta while snuggling together in sleeping bags concluded day four of the Santa Cruz trek.


Day 5: “Dia de Relief” – by Feyza, junior, Iowa
On day five of the Santa Cruz trek, we crawled out of damp tents looking out to the pass we had summited the day before. The feelings of accomplishment and joy from it still lingering. The mountains with icy glaciers and jet black rock provided a dramatic contrast to the green-brown grass and moss lichen covered rocks surrounding our campsite, Morococha. We drowsily ate our oatmeal in the yellow dome tent preparing for the six hour downhill hike to come.

After packing up a bit faster than the previous day, we gathered in a circle for group stretches and to talk about how important it is to be careful hiking downhill. We set off around 9:30, talking and laughing, as we scampered over rocks and trudged through mud. The path that day was quite sludgy, as it had rained the night before – the grass lush with plenty of rocks to avoid some of the puddles. Mountains spotted with trees surrounded us in all directions. Around 11:30 we stopped for a break and started our solo hike, one person leaving every two minutes with teachers intermixed. In silence we walked for half an hour alone, taking in our surroundings, listening to the sounds of rain pattering on the ground, the water in the river caressing and pounding the rocks while we pondered life. Once the last person had arrived, we continued hiking, chatter beginning, silence disappearing. We walked and walked, picking up any trash we saw, going in and out of conversations, hydrating and reflecting. Arriving at our campsite Huaripampa earlier than expected, we set up our tents in the afternoon sunshine and began classes. Starting off with literature, we journaled and laid on the grassy hill, observing the towering mountains, bright blue sky with wispy clouds, and wild horses, as we listened to Sarah's smooth calming voice read the novel, The House of Spirits, by Isabel Allende, written in the popular South American style magical realism. Following literature we had Travel Journalism and iLife classes.

Around 6:30, we gathered in our yellow dome tent for a dinner of mashed potatoes, chicken noodle soup, and soy meat. After dinner, we went around in a circle and voiced something we had learned on the trek and how we would apply it moving forward. Bringing the night to a close, Heather F taught us a song commonly sung in trapping canoes. Sung in two groups, each with a different part, growing in volume and then quieting down, we demonstrated with our voices how time comes and goes but one must appreciate the moment for what it is. With that knowledge in mind, we sleepily made our way to the tents underneath the bright stars and crescent moon, looking forward to the next day but ready to embrace our last night of backpacking sleep.

Day 6: “False Finishes and Final Feats” – by Alizah, senior, New York
One Saturday morning, after a breakfast of spiced polenta cakes and oatmeal (surprise!), we expediently packed away our campsite for the last time. By 9:15, we stood in our stretching circle, rolling our shoulders in preparation for our final descent. The trail immediately began weaving through a small village, Huaripampa; after five days of encountering nothing but cows, donkeys and an Australian hiker, ubiquitous houses and other faces came as a shock. Children emerged along the trail's perimeter, mesmerized by our trail games and oversized packs that tipped us slightly backwards. For nearly two hours, we followed Luis along the mildly sloping agricultural terrain in which every slight uphill was punctuated by the relief of going twice as far down. Finally we reached the river, which marked the beginning of our hour-long ascent to the end.

The road that we were climbing toward never left our sight, yet seemed no less distant with each step we took. Whenever our feet began to drag, however, Sophie would periodically remind us that “we're closer than we've ever been.” This mentality chipped away at the fatigue that had been building for nearly a week. Although the final incline was no steeper than the miles of mountain that we had conquered on days one and four, our proximity to the end combined with the lingering exertion that the past six days had demanded made these final hills seemingly insurmountable.


False finish lines – a red sign, a tourism van that could only be differentiated from ours from feet away, a hill so steep that it must give way to a plateau – both taunted us and divided the last leg into conquerable chunks. Finally, heads bowed and legs aching, we saw our vans (complete with the familiar Che Guevara bumper sticker and orange window coverings) fifty steep yards away. Although the group had been prone to dispersing as we walked, we finished the trek as a unit. One by one, The Traveling School reached the flat solace of road, which was marked by a sign pointing back to the summit we had conquered miles ago. Our panting reaffirmed Heather F.'s words from that morning: “It wouldn't be the Santa Cruz trek if it didn't kick our butts until the very last step.”

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Santa Cruz trek conquered

Just a little nugget to tide you over until students post stories about the trail.

Most popular trail game- If you really knew me, you would know...

Best dancing game at camp - Little Sally Walker

Daily intentions: Hike with someone new and spend time in the moment

On the last night, Heather Foran led a powerful chanting song in the dining tent to feel the immensity of the mountains and the bond between the group.

Currently, tunes are blasting through the mini speakers at the hostel as cook crew chops up ginger and onions as part of an amazing dinner with everyone hanging around, enjoying one another.

Erin is currently creating tomorrow's schedule as the first chieflet.

Stay tuned... the group will take an overnight bus to Lima and then fly to Cusco for the second Campus Visit. 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014