Busting into Boston: Days 4-6

Backdated to March 8th.

Day 4: Snow and the Conference

On March 8th, Kyley and I woke up to snow, snow, and more snow. We took a slow walk down to the T-station (during which we found drifts where I sank up to my thighs). Kyley was really interested in seeing Chinatown, so we headed that way. Though it was actually pleasantly cool outside of city proper, when we emerged in the city the wind was merciless and the snow was icy enough we kept ducking into alcoves to get shelter from the stinging. What we saw of Chinatown wasn’t too impressive (mostly some shops and a McDonald’s with Chinese on it), but for all I know the cool stuff was buried in the bad weather.

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nothing much

There are a lot of things I need to write about.

I need to finish up the Boston trip. I need to write about how on Saturday (or Friday–it’s a blur) two weeks ago today I got the call that my grandma was dying. I need to write about the funeral. I need to write about coming back to school. I need to write about the graduate school I chose.

But every time I open a blog entry to write, I feel overwhelmed. I am tired. I have too many things that need saying, and I’d rather do homework.

Once I write about it, it’ll be true. It’s stupid, because I’m not in Boston anymore, and I’ve made my decision, and she is dead, and the words won’t change any of that. But they will change a little of me.

It’s so strange being back in Georgia where it’s warm and sunny and people are stressing about the last six weeks of school and everything’s falling together in an avalanche of stuff and I can count on a few fingers the number of people who have asked me about the funeral or how I am but for the most part everything keeps turning and I am tired.

I will be upping my arthritis medication today and I am tired.

I haven’t touched my manuscript in weeks and I am tired.

I need to post those entries and I am tired.

My grandma is dead and I am tired.

That’s all for now.

Busting into Boston: Days 1-3

My roommate, Kyley, had never been on an airplane in her life. I was determined that before the end of our undergrad time together, she would go somewhere with me, if only so she’d be comfortable flying when she had to visit me in the future! We originally were planning to go to my house in VA, but when I found out the Association of Writers & Writing Programs (AWP) conference was in Boston this year… we made a slight change of plans.

Kyley dubbed the trip “Busting into Boston,” and on Tuesday we set out on our adventures

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Awareness is not Action

A lot of people my age are really involved in the End It Movement. I think that’s awesome. It’s always inspiring when young people get fired up about something and try to make a change.

But that’s my concern with the movement–the way it encourages my peers to “change” the world.

I wasn’t at Passion when the whole thing kicked off, and I’m not the most knowledgeable person about the movement itself, so I’m not in any position to criticize. But I do want to raise a few questions for the participants, which the aim of challenging them to reach further, do more for a good cause.

This week, many of my friends participated in a sort of silent protest to slavery. They changed their profile and cover pictures on Facebook to a black X graphic and explained in a status that they were “disappearing” for 24 hours to represent the thousands of people who have disappeared into human trafficking.

As far as raising awareness, this isn’t a bad idea. If I was signed on at the right time to see the status or profile change, or if I had enough friends doing it, and if I hadn’t known about human trafficking, I would have been made aware.

But here’s the thing: Leaving Facebook for 24 hours requires no effort (unless you’re a social media addict, in which case you probably have other problems).

Abolitionists throughout history have given their money, their reputations, their careers, their relationships and even their lives to free slaves. But my fired up peers seem to not be going much further than trying to make a statement by “disappearing” like a slave by getting off Facebook.

Awareness is the first step in making change–but not the last. And I’m afraid too many people who claim to be advocates for freedom are stopping with awareness. That’s not advocacy, that’s lazy. That’s taking credit for being part of a movement by doing as little as possible.

Push to the next level. I can think of four ways you can do this regardless of your circumstances (not in any particular order):

1. Give money (consistently).

Don’t give just once. Find a worthy organization, like Sarah’s Home, Hagar International or Love146. Put aside even $10 every paycheck to give to this organization. Do it consistently–keep track of what the organization is doing with your money. If you don’t have a job[, students], consider getting a part time position just so you can put funds toward the cause that gets you so excited.

2. Give time.

There are a lot of different ways you can do this.

a) Check in your community for opportunities to volunteer. Who knows? You might live near a safe home. If you don’t, look for other opportunities in unexpected places (like Comic Creators for Freedom, a fundraising campaign that happens once a year when comic artists get together to sell a digital wallpaper).

b) Look into organizations that might not deal directly with human trafficking, but whose efforts make a difference for people who might be targeted. At my school, I volunteer every week with The African [SOUP], which provides homes, education and care for orphans in Uganda who would otherwise be at risk of becoming child soldiers or prostitutes.

c) Go. Take a summer and intern or volunteer with an organization, state side or abroad. Go to the hard places and get firsthand experience.

You don’t have to be going undercover into brothels to help fight human trafficking–there are a lot of ways to help from where you are. Wherever you are and whatever your circumstances, work with broken people. Start making change now.

3. Get inspired.

Read. Research. Know. Buy books–hard books–and make yourself an expert. Then when you’re asked questions, you don’t have to refer people to a website–you can tell them the facts. This will also let you know more about how you can make an active change. If one particular type of human trafficking breaks your heart more than others, make yourself an expert in that. Know the need so you can meet it in whatever ways you can. (Some good books for this: God in a Brothel, Sex Trafficking: The Global Market in Women and Children, Disposable People: New Slavery in the Global Economy, A Crime So Monstrous: Face-to-Face with Modern-Day Slavery.)

4. Get God’s Heart.

Pray. I don’t mean a little “p.s. God help human trafficking stop” as you’re drifting to sleep. Pray diligently. Keep a prayer journal. Use your research to pray for specific needs. Fast quietly, privately, and pray fervently. Pray like praying will change the world–and it will.
Don’t stop at raising awareness, at challenging other people to act for you. Make a change yourself. Make a real sacrifice. Be a real part of the transformation of the world.

The Awkward Homeschooler Takes On Dance

This semester I’m taking Ballroom I and II (first and second seven weeks). I had my performance final on Tuesday, and thought I’d make a few remarks.

I wanted to take the class for a few reasons:
1) If someone can get the award for awkward homeschool dancer of the year, it’s me.
2) I discovered I love dance when I took Dance Improv a year or two ago. During the class, I not only learned to embrace my awkwardness, I grew more confident in my own skin and had a lot less stress in general. I wanted to try to capture that again in a more structured dance class.
3) There are a few vital scenes in my current WIP, Blessings, where two characters have to dance. As I wrote the scenes, I found myself wishing I actually had some experience to draw on. So technically the classes are story research.

In the end, I decided to challenge myself to overcome that awkwardness and embrace dance because, darn it, my characters needed me to. And the experience had been quite interesting.

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