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Personal Narrative: From Traveling To Nicaragua

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Since traveling to Nicaragua, I find myself perplexed by the Nietzchean idea that language is the enemy of experience. It is difficult to explain in words an experience that is both awe-inspiring and awful, edifying and heartbreaking, beautiful and atrocious. If my time on the Bucknell Brigade was either entirely great or completely horrible, it would be easier to write about. But since the memory inhabits a confusing and ambiguous space between two intense opposites, my voice had withdrawn into silence. Immediately after returning to campus, the only emotion I was able to convey was anger. Truthfully, throughout the nine days we stayed in Nueva Vida, my most dominant emotion was not just anger, but rage. I was envious and resentful of how …show more content…

Group reflections took place at the end of each night we stayed at JHC. A wide circle of twenty-four colorful plastic chairs would be formed around the stone tiled floor of the front room, and one by one we discussed our individual thoughts and feelings we experienced that day. “I’m not doing so good Paul,” I explained once the circle of students dispersed to go unwind for the night. “I just feel separated from the group since everyone is having such a good time and all I’ve wanted to do is allow myself to be upset.” I knew I could trust Paul since this was his 26th trip down to Nicaragua with the Brigade. Paul is a high-energy sixty-something year old man who took great pleasure in rallying the troops. Each morning at precisely 7:15am, he would pass through the isles of bunk beds– which consisted of a single plank of plywood and a one inch thick, sorry excuse for a mattress– and in his chirpy singsong voice, resurrect a bunch of exhausted volunteers from the dead. “Gooood morning brigadistas! It’s a beauuutiful day in Nueva Vida. Its time to wake up… get up… and lotion up!” A cheery daily tune I will never

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