Friday, June 3, 2011

Andrew Torii.

I really miss my brother. He left November 29, so he's now been gone a couple days past 6 months. I haven't seen him since August 14, when I left LA, which means I haven't physically seen him in almost 10 months. Sometimes I forget that I was in contact with him from August to November. It's like there's a void.

I don't feel sad as often as I used to (or maybe I don't allow myself to), but nowadays, when I feel the sadness, it's still intense. I wonder all the time about what he's doing and where he is. What he's wearing, what he looks like. What he's thinking, what he's eating. But I don't let myself ruminate. I don't allow myself to focus on those questions and consider what the answers really look like. I wasn't even sure if I should post an entry like this. It's all about protecting myself from being too vulnerable to pain and anger and fear.

But I really wanted to post this entry about him because I wanted to celebrate him and think about why I am so grateful he is my brother. So, in no particular order...



1. He gave me my beloved purple Ipod Nano, Umi. It was my birthday gift last summer. He just came home one afternoon and put the box in my hands. I hadn't had an Ipod in years and he knew it would be necessary in NYC.


2. He's tall and broad shouldered and well built. He's a good looking kid :)

3. He and I would go see movies together anytime - morning, afternoon, evening. I remember him coming to pick me up at Hermosa Beach, just sitting in the sand together for a while, and then getting up to go watch Despicable Me. I always love just chilling with him.

4. He drove my friends and I to a bar in downtown LA so we could all drink on my birthday last summer, even though he was underaged. He ended up getting into the bar no problemo anyway.

5. He is so good with our little cousins. They love playing with him.

6. He sent me texts like, "Maybe I'll just become a monk." At the time, I never understood where he was coming from. But in his leaving, I feel like I have learned so much about him I couldn't understand then.

Obviously this list is not exhaustive! And it may seem kind of shallow, but what these things really say about what's so great about my brother is that he is generous, committed, smart, kind, thoughtful. He really is an amazing guy. And I have to admit I have always compared the guys in my life to him. He (and my dad) have always set the bar high for me.

I wish he could meet my roommates now. I wish he could meet my coworkers now. I wish he would visit me in NY. I wish we could have a conversation about all the crazy things that have happened to him, to me, to our family. I wish I could talk to him as myself now - because I feel more myself these days than I ever have in my life. And I've a feeling he's more himself now than he has ever been in his life.

But the day will come. For now, Andrew, I hope you are finding much freedom and inspiration. I hope you're safe and healthy. I hope you're being you. I hope you are experiencing what it means to live life in all its joys and sorrows and fears and dreams - in all its fullness.

I will always be waiting for the day I can see you again. I can't wait to give you a hug. I love you.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

The clouds will pass.

Today is a mild and breezy summer day in NYC. And I'm obsessed with it. I wish I could bottle it up and carry it around with me everywhere.

Yesterday it was hot and humid. So hot I couldn't hear myself think. The hotness was just heavy heavy heavy. It was still 85 degrees at 11pm!

Today is the kind of day that makes me feel like the world is full of possibilities and positivities.

Yesterday was the kind of day that made me anxious about all the things I've got cooking. It was the kind of day that got me stewing. Fundraising for Malaysia, paying off my credit card bill, buying much needed toiletries on my volunteer stipend. Notice the trend? I really do try not to stress out about it, but when I let it get the best of me, money issues can get really weighty and just sit with me. It plops right down next to me, on the subway, at work, in the kitchen, and won't budge(t). Hah.

I was in a rather frenzied mood at work all day yesterday. My mind was going a mile a minute about personal issues and I found it really hard to be present at a meeting as well as in conversations with residents.

But then the Foyer's video game tournament commenced last night. The girls' bracket of the tournament involved them sparring over Wii's "Just Dance 2." I initially had some walls up because the boys' bracket involved a PS3 basketball game, but then Alfred decided he wanted to compete for the Wii, so he played with the girls (oh yea, the prizes for each bracket were the PS3 and the Wii, donated by a Foyer group mentor - I need a mentor). Once I got over my huffy thoughts on gender boxes, I really enjoyed watching the residents dance it out. They just threw themselves into the game. All worries pushed aside for 3 minute dance battles. And I've seen them do this time and time again over the last 9 months. Many of them don't have supportive networks of family or friends, some have had a very difficult time finding jobs, some run out of food at the end of each month.

I know sometimes we as people just have to distract ourselves and have a little fun and that doesn't necessarily make everything else better or more tolerable. I don't mention their day-to-day frustrations in order to elicit pity or romanticize their ability to have fun; I say all this merely to say that I greatly appreciate their energy. And they have often inspired my own energy.

Pete, the GSV executive director, gave me this Buddhist analogy about a month ago when we were talking about feelings of fear and panic: we all too often fixate on the clouds in the sky and forget to look at the sky itself. The clouds always pass. They will come and go. But the sky is infinite and, while it too changes, it is constant.

So today, I'm feeling pretty upbeat. All the love and support I've been getting on the Facebook event I created for Malaysia fundraising is helping a lot. The residents singing "Proud Mary" in the multi-purpose room next door to this office are helping (the competition is over, the dancing is not). The beautiful weather today is helping. And I have to admit, those clouds, whether gray and thunderous or transparent and illuminated, have definitely helped in their own cloudy way.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Mind, body, soul.

On May 14, I went to visit my great aunt, Sr. Ann Teresa, in Ossining, which is about 45 minutes on the train north of NYC. She is a retired Maryknoll nun; I'll probably be mentioning nuns quite frequently in this blog :) We had a really nice visit - lunch, tour of the huge convent, visit to the nursing home. In the nursing home, Sr. Ann Teresa introduced me to 2 nuns with Alzheimer's. They were sweetly petting a fluffy white bunny named Sugar. Too cute. Over the course of my 5 minute conversation with Yae, who is also originally from LA, she asked me repeatedly where I was from, what I was doing in NY, how long I was going to stay. As we were about to say goodbye, Yae, in what seemed a moment of clarity, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Take care of your own health and you'll be okay." Then, after saying goodbye, as Sr. Ann Teresa and I walked away down the hall, I heard Yae saying to her companion, "A young lady like that just needs good friends..."

I've thought a lot about that short conversation. March, April, and May were rather difficult for me emotionally. Didn't help that it rained through most of it (I've been thinking a lot about the weather/seasons and how it has really affected this LA girl). When I studied abroad in London, they had their coldest winter in 20 years. It actually snowed. It almost never snows in London. So, I wasn't surprised that now I'm in NYC, we had week after week of gray skies. No such thing as April showers bring May flowers this year. It was April showers bring more May showers. I'm realizing that in general, I talk about weather so much because it really has provided good metaphors for my inner state.

Anyway, after going through a depressed couple of months, I had a panic attack at work and then experienced continued psychosomatic symptoms after that panic attack. It was a wake up call. I knew I needed to more actively self care. I needed to find balance.

Perfectly, GSV had a weekend silent retreat scheduled about a week after I had that episode at work. I had preconceived notions of serious solitude and serious reflection. Not true. Yes, there was a lot of much needed solo prayer and meditation, but I also laughed a lot with my fellow GSVs. Sure, I could have refrained more from laughing at the dinner table, but I'm really not sorry at all. I really needed that laughter too.

Now, as May ends and June begins, I feel more stable. Even though it's hot out and the air is heavy, I've been running regularly. I might not feel the same way in a couple weeks when my face is melting off, but right now, I really love how my bones feel in the heat. With each step, as I walk NYC's pavements, I can really feel the weight of my body, which connects me to this beautiful world of ours. I'm also trying to revamp my diet so that it's not so sugar heavy - not an easy task for this sweet tooth. But definitely easier in the heat, since I'm less prone to craving heavy desserts. Note: less prone. Still, summer calls for more veggies and fruits. I'm trying to get more sleep.

Taking care of my body has definitely helped calm down the physical symptoms of my anxiety. But as the silent retreat reminded me, peace is also about joy and laughter. And I think that's why Yae's words struck me so much. Health and friends - both are so important in finding balance!

In honor of friends, here's 5 of my lovely roommates and me goofing off at our slumber party last week. We pulled our mattresses into our living room. They give me so much happiness! Directions for this pic: make a serious face. Who are we trying to kid?



Monday, May 23, 2011

Begin anywhere.

"Dive into life, embrace the unknown, dare to live." - etching on one of my favorite bookmarks. It has become one of my personal mantras.

And so. I dive right into this blog again. I'm not going to go into a huge update of where I'm at right now; I'd rather my life unfold through the "pages" of this blog. I title this entry "Begin anywhere" (John Cage) because it was on one of those quote cards that I gave to my roommate Alaina earlier in the year and it really resonates with me. I have been constantly beginning everywhere this year. Emotionally, spiritually, mentally, physically.

In celebration of life and the spirit of beginnings, I'd like to share more words that have spoken to me. These are from Eileen Myles' novel memoir "Inferno." She is a poet and so talks about writing poetry. Replace her "poems" with "Lara's blog" and I've got a good explanation for why I'm reactivating this pursuit.

"Absolutely all events and moments are, if not spun into writing, are charged wildly anyhow, set free to sail along strands of teeny infinitesimal jangling power lines."

"What I started to understand was that the poem was made out of time - past, present, and future. It lives in the present, it breathes there and that's how you let anyone in. I think people can feel this accessing of time in poetry very readily. As soon as the poem ceases to be about anything, when it even stops saving things, stops being such a damn collector, it becomes an invite to the only refuge which is the impossible moment of being alive."

"Poetry is just the performance of it. These little things, whether I write them or not. That's the score. The thing of great value is you. Where you are glowing and fading, while you live."

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Reverse culture shock?

I've been home for 18 days now - almost 3 weeks. It has flown by so quickly; I feel like I was in London only a week ago.

There was hardly any reverse culture shock, but missing London hit pretty hard. Harder than I was expecting. I went on a really long walk with the dog several days after coming home, 4 hours to be exact (2 hours to the beach, hung out at the beach for a bit, 2 hours back), and it was pretty disappointing. The streets looked really big and were stressful to cross, the scenery and skyline wasn't as fun, the sky wasn't as blue and clouds weren't as fluffy. However, it was beautiful arriving at the beach. That made up for the walk.

So I will say that, though I was slightly bummed at first, after 3 weeks of being home, after spending several days at beautiful LMU, after waking up and walking outside to wonderful mild weather, consistently blue skies, and clear breezes, I am falling in love with California all over again. And I really truly am glad to be home.

It doesn't hurt that I've had some help along the way. As I said, I went back to LMU to visit and to camp out during graduation weekend. Saw people that I missed and picked up right where we had left off. So that was comforting.

I also had to report for jury duty for the first time. I evaded it the first time, got called in while I was in London, and then was told I had to come in this time or else. Since I'm not working yet, I didn't mind going too much. I was pretty intrigued by the whole process and the possibility of witnessing a court session. Also, watching the introductory DVD on "the best judicial system in the world" and "the best country in the world" was interesting. Brought up mixed feelings of pride as well as doubt. In the end, I didn't have to serve on a jury.

It's also nice to be back to the US dollar instead of constantly converting and trying to budget. The only source of money I had when I was abroad were my parents. Now, I can go back to work (if Gap ever gives me hours as they said they would) or scrounge around (e.g. just babysat today for a couple of hours) as well as rely on my parents (not going to lie).

Movies have surprisingly helped. I've watched Sliding Doors which is set in London and a couple others with British actors. Everytime London is mentioned on TV, I can't help but give a little shout out. I'm looking forward to watching Mary Poppins and Spiceworld soon. Even seeing Simon Pegg (who plays a Scot, but is really a Brit) in Star Trek helped fill my London void.

All in all, coming home has been great. But I do feel different. In the first week especially, I had to remind myself that I was here and not there. I was here in LA, but my mind would wander back to London. I kept thinking about people I knew in London continuing on with their lives there. I couldn't help but walk through the streets of South Kensington which I could see so vividly. I had to tell myself to focus on conversations I was having with friends because it was harder to respond excitedly or appropriately.

I was worried about the questions that people were going to ask, but, surprisingly enough, the "How was it?" question hasn't been difficult to answer. It's my own inability to talk about my study abroad experience that has been difficult. Because I want to talk about the trip. I could theoretically talk and talk and talk. But when people do ask specific, interesting questions, it's hard for me to even begin. And you'd think that all this journaling and blogging that I've done would've helped! But I suppose, in the end, I've always been more of a writer than a talker. And for that reason, thank you to everyone who has read this blog for the past couple of months.

London is now a thing of the past. That college opportunity which had tickled my fancy in high school has been taken advantage of to the fullest. I have come back with new tastes to old favorites, with opened eyes and keener ears, and uprooted but excited visions. I am so grateful to have been able to go and I can't wait to go back...to visit/revisit!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

My end-of-semester internship report.

This was my report on my placement for my internship seminar, a class where 9 of us students met once a week with a professor to reflect on our experiences in a British workplace. I thought it would give a good idea of what I've been doing at my internship.

Introduction

My time studying and working in London has posed questions I never could have expected and provided answers in ways I never knew possible.

I. Workplace Profile

Tower Hamlets Education Business Partnership (THEBP) is dedicated to serving the primary and secondary schools of the Borough of Tower Hamlets and providing them with volunteering schemes. THEBP’s role is “to encourage the public and private sectors to work with schools in Tower Hamlets on a range of projects designed to raise achievement and provide pupils with opportunities to improve their work related skills” (www.thebp.org). THEBP was established in 1991 and is a member of the National Education Business Partnership Network (NEBPN). The NEBPN is the umbrella organization for 126 Education Business Partnerships across 11 regions in England.

The Borough of Tower Hamlets in London’s East End is about 8 square kilometers but houses a quarter of a million people. Tower Hamlets includes the areas of Spitalfields, Bethnal Green, Bow, Stepney & Wapping, Poplar, Canary Wharf, and the Isle of Dogs. Though the City of London is nearby, Tower Hamlets is one of the poorest boroughs in the UK. THEBP employees often brief their volunteers with these statistics on Tower Hamlets: 66% of Tower Hamlets pupils qualify for free school meals against a national average of 18% while 64% of Tower Hamlets pupils speak English as a second language. The borough is inhabited largely by Bangladeshi and Pakistani populations.

From personal conversations with THEBP coworkers and a volunteer at one of the events, I learned that the other Education Business Partnership branches are smaller than THEBP and provide less support for their schools and volunteers. Because THEBP serves such a disadvantaged borough, the office receives much more money from sponsors than other branches. As a result, THEBP staffs about 20 employees, of whom about two-thirds are full-time while the rest are part-time or contractual. THEBP’s Board of Directors includes persons from Lloyd’s Community Programme, London Borough of Tower Hamlets, Merrill Lynch, City of London, Clifford Chance, and schools in Tower Hamlets. THEBP also regularly works closely with companies such as Deloitte, Morgan Stanley, Barclay’s, Lloyd’s of London, and RBS.

THEBP strives to aid schools by promoting more effective student learning and engagement by implementing a range of projects through which “business people help students develop their confidence and raise their aspirations by bringing both practical experience of the world of work and presenting a positive role model” (http://www.thebp.org/).

THEBP employees usually tell their volunteers that many Tower Hamlets students just don’t have access to the world of work because some of them come from unemployed households or laboring class households. One of my supervisors, Rebecca, said that at an event at the Lloyd’s building some time ago, a couple of students were 45 minutes late because they stood outside the building not knowing they had to go in and talk to reception. THEBP hopes to provide Tower Hamlets students with the communication, social, and corporate skills that others take for granted.

II. Internship Description & Learning Analysis

Since I was hoping to be placed in a school, I was pretty disappointed from the beginning of the study abroad program, especially since I had heard from other education students who had been in London for the fall semester and had great experiences with their school placements. When I learned that I was going to be at a company called Education Business Partnership, I became even more disappointed. The “Business” part of the company’s name really turned me off. I had no desire to be in an office or any corporate setting, which is what “Business” implied. However, being realistic, I told myself that I would make the most of whatever my placement turned out to be and that I would learn as much as I could from working with a British company.

My expectations were way off. THEBP turned out to be one of the friendliest, most understanding, and interesting workplaces I’ve been in. Though the office was professional and business-like, the employees were engaging and kind. Everyone said hello to me, all the time. Everyone was interested in meeting me. During the first week, I had meetings with the different departments, even though I rarely worked with all of them. My supervisor, Rebecca, wanted to make sure that I had a good understanding of the whole company, in order to better inform my specific tasks for her. Furthermore, THEBP employees were all supportive of each other’s projects. There didn’t seem to be any job competition – although people in the office weren’t outspokenly passionate about the improvement of Tower Hamlets education, it was evident that they all cared very much about their work. I remember one coworker, Im, coming from his desk upstairs to talk to Ian downstairs and ask if he could help Ian in any way for one of the upcoming events.

My supervisor was Rebecca who was Secondary Projects Manager, meaning she organized the project schemes for the secondary schools. Typically, I helped Rebecca create certificates, input data from student evaluations, draft letters to schools and volunteers, and research ideas for reading and math quizzes. I was also able to help organize and attend a Public Speaking Competition with her. I was also fortunate enough to help other coworkers with various tasks. I helped Megan edit a business mentoring training handbook. I observed a primary level volunteer training session held by Alice. I attended 2 all-day business enterprise conferences called Getting Ahead with Ian. THEBP was conducive to an internship placement because they understood that I was a student: they were flexible with my workload but they also knew that I wanted to experience as much of the office in the short amount of time that I was there. Furthermore, though I wasn’t given any huge tasks, the projects I was given were engaging and required creativity.

Just as important as the work I did for THEBP were the interactions I had with my coworkers. Coming into my internship, I wasn’t thinking too much about my social and communication skills; I was thinking about my technical knowledge, education experience, and presentational skills. However, I soon realized that, for this internship experience, just talking to my coworkers was as important as the work. On one level, I had to learn how to read their gestural cues and body language because sometimes I couldn’t understand their accents. On another level, I had to learn how to react to my novelty status in the office; I was usually introduced as the American intern, people often asked questions about being American, my boss constantly took jabs at my culture-starved country. In that sense, I had to learn how to be in the spotlight and deal with the pressure. On the most important level, I was able to talk to my coworkers about their experiences working for a charity, about being British, about living abroad (many of them had traveled and worked elsewhere). THEBP became one my best resources in London.

One of the most valuable lessons I gained at THEBP was awareness of the charity sector. I hadn’t really associated charity organizations with professional settings. As an LMU student, I was very aware of the post-graduate service opportunities available both locally and globally – at least in placements involving hands-on work. I knew about programs like Teach for America, JET, the Peace Corps, the Jesuit Volunteer Corps, and Greenpeace. However, I didn’t associate charities like THEBP with service opportunities. My rationale was that if you were getting paid, you weren’t performing service. Working at THEBP was an eye opening experience because I realized that the employees there are working for their living, but they are also living for their work. Because they are engaging in projects that make a difference in the lives of others, they have no qualms in saying that their work is important. They believe in work. It was interesting to see that a charity needs an accountant, an IT manager, a head honcho to schmooze with very important persons. It was a corporate environment with primary and secondary school students for clients. At the same time, THEBP employees understand that life is meant to be enjoyed. They take holidays regularly, they leave the office at a decent hour, they take tea and lunch breaks to chat. I have come to realize that this is all important because when trying to make a difference in the lives of others, you yourself must also remain healthy and inspired. One of my education professors at LMU, who was also a full-time high school teacher, said that she takes time to travel because the only way she knew how to enlighten her students was to stay enlightened herself.

On that note, I have found that my career plan has been evolving. During high school, I fancied myself a “missionary.” Now I realize that I didn’t really understand what that meant, it just sounded good and important. When college came around, I formulated a roadmap to success: I would graduate with a BA in Liberal Studies, I would teach and work for my Master’s in Education simultaneously, and then I would attain my EdD by the time I was 28. I would also live, preferably by performing some volunteer work, in another country for a good amount of time sometime during those 7 years. However, the article “To Hell with Good Intentions,” confirmed what I have been rethinking over the past year: that if I have any sense of responsibility at all, I should “stay with your riots here at home…you will know what you are doing, why you are doing it, and how to communicate with those to whom you speak” (Illich). I realize that my passion lies in studying the education of Asian American students. These Asian American students can be found in the US. The Illich article confirms for me that it is okay to remain in the US if that is where I belong. I am not any less worldly because I remain in my home country.

At the same time, working at THEBP has helped me realize that service is not only found in the deserts of Africa or the tropics of South America. Service is found in charities like THEBP. Furthermore, because THEBP works largely with South Asian student populations, I found many correlations between the South Asian British students and Asian American students (e.g. in themes of self-identification). This brings me to my next point. My supervisor Rebecca gave me a great piece of advice: always be aware of my skills and talents and passions and never settle. I have realized that my skills and talents and passions could happily take me into a career path involving organizations like THEBP. My plan no longer looks the same as it did 4 years, a year, even 6 months ago. I understand now that I may or may not end up in the classroom right away. I may or may not live abroad as I had dreamed. If I do end up abroad, I will know that I go to gain global perspectives and global experiences.

III. Cultural Analysis

One THEBP-specific cultural encounter was the humor of my boss, Mike. He was a friendly older man, the head boss of THEBP. He had his own closed office and would disappear at times to talk to corporate sponsors and other important people. At the same time, he was willing to answer the receptionist’s phone if she wasn’t in and pick up the post and make a cup of tea for everyone. He was also willing to crack a joke at my American-ness at least once a day. I realize now that this bothered me more than I like to admit. A typical conversation between Mike and I went like this:

Mike: And where are you jetting off to this weekend, Lara?
Me: I’m staying in London! I’ll probably try and check out the [insert museum].
Mike: Ah, trying to get a bit of culture. I suspect you don’t get enough of it at home, do you?

Or like this:

Mike: Do you know Andy Murray?
Me: No, can’t say that I do…
Mike: Oh, I forget for you Americans nothing else exists besides basketball and such.

I got used to Mike’s jests and learned to take it with a grain of salt after realizing that he was probably being sarcastic and exaggerative, in true British fashion. But I have now realized that his humor really bothered me for a while because an American boss would not so easily take the liberty to poke fun at a foreigner’s nationality. America is so P.C. and I was not used to dealing with such jibes. Also, I didn’t feel comfortable enough to joke back, which left me laughing politely and feeling rather idiotic.

Another cultural shock: London’s diversity. I was surprised by how many languages I encountered in London. Walking in South Kensington alone is a linguistic feast – I can easily hear French, Arabic, Bangladeshi, Cockney, and Polish on a 10 minute walk. Coming from Los Angeles, I was expecting to be used to the diversity of London. I had eaten food from China, Cuba, Mexico, Thailand – I felt I had all the necessary tools to acculturate myself in London. I was surprised, therefore, by how differently London’s diversity manifests itself. Maybe because the city is more condensed than LA or maybe because London is part of a UK/European country or maybe even because I am so accustomed to LA’s diversity, I felt London’s diversity very differently. Everyone seemed to be from everywhere and, just as significantly, the British seemed to have gone everywhere. People in my office have lived and holidayed all over the world – India, Canada, San Francisco, Australia, Chile. I have never worked with such a well-travelled group. This affected my internship experience because I was able to talk to my coworkers about the joys and frustrations of living in another country. Some even talked about moving to Germany or France like it was no big deal, probably because it is so accessible from London. So even though I have to go back home to California, now that I have studied in London and travelled in Ireland, Italy, France, Austria, Greece, and Turkey, the world does seem more accessible to me now. Furthermore, through THEBP, I have had regular interactions with British people. Consequently, I am nervous to go back home. The article, “The Final Frontier: Going Home,” captures my fears exactly: “Friends and family may expect the same person that left to be coming back home, but you might find that, due to your experience overseas, others may be uncomfortable with the fact that there is a part of you and your life experience to which they cannot relate” (Andreshak-Behrman). Just as significantly, I am expecting myself to react to home in the same way, but I am nervous to find out that maybe I won’t.

Conclusion

No matter what happens when I go home and what happens in the far future, I believe my time in London and with THEBP has enabled me to better adjust myself in any situation.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Getting involved.

When my study abroad program first started, FIE gave us membership cards for the student union at the local university, Imperial College. Membership allowed us to take advantage of their gym, their pub, and most importantly their student organizations. I thought it would be a good opportunity to meet non-American students (everyone in my program and classes is American), so I decided to check out the Imperial College Union website and see what they offered. There were a couple interesting looking clubs, but an organization called Community Action Group caught my attention. I already missed my service organization at LMU so I figured it would be worth checking out.

On our second Sunday in London, two other LMU guys, Sam and Alex, and myself made our way to one of the Imperial residence halls at 7 PM. I was a little nervous because I wasn't sure what we would encounter. We arrived at this little residence kitchen where a small group of students were sorting food. They were really welcoming right away and so our relationship with CAG began.

CAG is an organization that picks up leftover food from chain cafes called Pret-a-Manger and Eat (I can't even think of similar stores in the US, these places sell ready-to-go sandwiches, wraps, baked goods, coffee and they are everywhere) as well as from Whole Foods. So on Sundays they pick up all these leftover sandwiches, cakes, bread, wraps, salads and then make tea, coffee, and hot chocolate in these huge urns. Then they all pile into an Imperial College minibus and drive about 20 minutes into the middle of London to a designated spot where homeless persons know that they will be. CAG passes out the food and drinks from the bus.

That first Sunday I participated was an eye opening experience. The homeless were there already waiting for us and as soon as we parked they gathered right around the bus. I didn't have much to do because there were enough students passing out food so I just got out of the bus and mingled a bit. The first guy I had a full conversation with was named Leo; he was from Romania but had lived in Canada and Ohio for a bit and had been living in London for a couple of months. He had studied some kind of science and had come to London to find work. However, he wasn't finding anything which is why he was on the street. I've never participated in homeless service back in LA because it isn't something that I'm particularly passionate about, but talking to Leo started to change my ideas of homelessness. He was intelligent, kind, well-travelled, and nothing like I had imagined homeless people to be.

So over the course of the past 4 months, I've attended CAG's food run at least half a dozen Sundays, maybe more, I didn't really keep a tally. I've met backpackers from Belfast and breakdancers from Poland. I've handed cups of hot chocolate (the most popular beverage) to teenagers and vegetarian sandwiches to an elderly guy who recently had a stroke. Sunday food runs with CAG never disappoint.

The other great thing about CAG has been the student members. The surprising thing was that most weren't British. Among the regulars were the German president, a Slovenian girl, a Finnish girl, a Polish guy, a Bavarian guy, another German guy, and then 2 British guys, one of whom said he didn't consider himself British at all, having gone to boarding school in Europe.

After the food run, we often went to the college pub for a drink and to hang out a bit. That was usually just as fun, if not funner, than the food run. On one occasion, we also went with CAG to an event called "Voices from the Edge," which was a performance about poverty and homelessness. Actors sat on stage and performed stories from a script. It was really interesting.

Another night Sam, Alex, and I made our way to Brixton, about 40 minutes south from Kensington, to watch a jazz performance. After we had sat down, we looked around to check out the crowd. Sam nudged me to tell me that one of the guys sitting at the next table over looked like the CAG president. I looked over and agreed. And then we realized it really was him! Turned out he lived a couple minutes away, but had never been to that bar, and had coincidentally decided to check it out that night. It was a nice surprise seeing him there and that was one of the times when I felt that London was becoming familiar.

CAG has also been beneficial, especially for Alex. He's travelling around Europe for the next couple of months and needed somewhere to store his luggage. After asking the RA and trying to find decently priced rental storage with no luck, he decided to email one of the CAG guys. He said no problem, so now Alex doesn't have to pay for storage!

Getting involved with CAG has definitely been one of the highlights of my London time.