Welcome Message

In the next 30 days I will be documenting my own educational, travel-based adventure!

The Mission: To discover the root causes of urban poverty in the United States through service-learning experiences across the US.

The Method:
Completing service projects in 11 cities of the US that each explores one of the root causes of urban poverty in America.

The Outcome:
To create an educational dialogue that provides citizens across the US with the tools on how they can contribute the little time they have to helping their own communities come together and problem solve for a better tomorrow.

I invite you to open your mind and join me on my journey!
Those that let their minds soar, fly JetBlue!


Friday, September 10, 2010

“Would you like to try a piece of my..."

Entrance to Pike Market Center!


Pike Market is a must see when visiting the city of Seattle.  It is composed of a long strip of stands that range from organically grown produce to beautiful floral arrangements that mark up at around $5.00 per bouquet!  My first impression of the market was a bit overwhelming.  As you enter, an instant explosion of senses erupts and creates an almost mind-altering experience. You pass street performers playing a banjo and a swamp, string drum and your nose fills with the music of fresh-cut flowers and crisp fruits and veges! I walked up and down the market getting lost in everything that was happening around me until I found the new love of my life. 

She had an slender body with some curves and a magnificent glow about her.  With a soft body and enhancing aroma, it was difficult for me to turn down her constant enticing advances.  As I approached her, my breathe was taken away and I could barely formulate words to say Hello.  It has been a while since I have fallen in love at first glance, but she made my veins pulse and my heart beat faster.  I had never tried her kind before, which added to the nerves, but I knew that I had to make a move or else.  I dove in, her sweet skin brushed mine and our mouths locked.  Another explosion of sensory overload occurred and I was lost in the moment.  The market had disappeard and it was only us, in this warm embrace.  As soon as it had started it was over and I had to run to my next meeting at University of Washington.  I promised her I would be back for her before I left Seattle, and today I will go back and embrace her once again. 
 
Wednesday, Spetember 8, 2010: The Day I Fell in Love With Golden Nectarines!
Best Freaking Organically Grown Fruits and Veges!
The Famous Fish Tossers
Pepper Trees
Giant Alaskan King Crab Legs....YUMMY :)
Close-Up of One of the Beautiful Bouquets
 
Cheers, 
Bryan      

Millionair Club Charity: Food Service

Mission: To encourage self-sufficiency through jobs and assistance to those that want to help themselves.

Today I felt instantly welcomed into the Millionair Club family when I arrived at 6am to report for food service duty.  This incredible organization is constantly moving, starting with their breakfast service to over 150 people each morning.  I was put right to work prepping all of the home made dishes Terry, the kitchen manager, had prepared for that morning.  Unlike many food service organizations for the homeless, Millionair Club prepares all of its meals fresh every day in house.  The club has excellent facilities including an entire basement warehouse, which food banks and other organizations are envious of. They receive all there food through donations and spend a minimal amount of money on purchased food each month because of all the donations they receive.  


Terry has been working as the kitchen manager for the past 15 years.  His attention to the needs of those he is serving comes through in the flavors of his cooking and you can taste the passion in every meal.  The rest of the kitchen staff love to joke with one another and are some of the most hard-working people I have encountered.  


Many of us when thinking about homeless services automatically turn to food service and soup kitchens.  The need for these services is apparent and helps in providing meals to those who cannot afford to make or buy their own.  Millionair Club looks at meals a little differently.  The main focus of their organization is to provide members with daily job opportunities that help individuals build up enough self-sufficiency to become employed in a full-time position.  Each meal that the Millionair Club creates ensures a proper amount of nutrients, high protein, and a healthy balance of fruit and vegetables for its client’s diets.  They do this to prepare their clients to work at their best when sent out on jobs for the day.


The Millionair Club has an open door policy when it comes to meal service and anyone is allowed through the doors to get a hot meal for breakfast or lunch.  The population served through this program ranges from the chronic homeless to the recently unemployed and on average they serve between 150 – 300 people for each meal.  On holidays, they sometimes serve over 600 people for one sitting! 


I encourage those of you who have the time to check out your local food service agencies.  Call them up and check to see how they serve meals.  Do they have an open door policy?  If so, are you allowed to come down for a meal and sit with clients?  These are the questions we should all start asking ourselves in order to get involved in our communities.  Start asking those questions people.  Opportunities are only out there for the people who seek them.  Be that person, make that contact, experience community!

Cheers,
Bryan  




Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Take-Off...The Start to Any Great Adventure NEEDS Music

Take-Off!

I am officially sky high presently located somewhere over Montana hovering at around 36,500 feet and it feels good.  I’m still in awe that this project is up and running and for the next month I will be touring the country coast to coast. I will also visit every corner of the continental US and cannot wait to explore the diversity that this country has to offer.

Many of you may not know that I am not a huge fan of flying.  I don’t mind being in transit but it is the take-off and the landing that make me a bit anxious when I’m traveling.  I don’t know if it’s the turbulence when you increase or decrease your altitude or if it’s the concern that most plane accidents happen during these two designated times, I just am not a fan of those two “key” aspects of a flight.  Regardless of the reason I find myself in need of a relaxant in order to get through them. 

Now while some may turn to good ole Dramamine or a cocktail or two, I turn to my IPod.  I am a strong believer in the power of music to influence the body and create a right song for any and all situations.  One of my favorite pastimes is when I am rocking out to some of my favorite tunes in the car.  Window down and bass bumping, there is no greater sense of freedom at that very moment.  I used to be embarrassed when another car would pull alongside me as I reached the climax of a song belting the “hard-to-reach-note” at the top of my lungs.  Nowadays, that doesn’t even phase me.  Instead I turn towards them hoping they will join in on this amazing moment that is this song and sing a brilliant harmony to complement my vocals.  But unfortunately that has yet to happen to me, so if you come across me during my travels and this happens to you, please make my day and sing along!   

My whole point to this story was that I NEED music in order to get myself through both landing and take-off.  Unfortunately for me, it is illegal to listen to an IPod during both of those times on a plane because it interferes with all the equipment and the captain/flight attendants will throw a hissy fit and literally pull the plug on your harmonious groove session.  So how do I deal? I wish I could say I’m a BADASS and do it anyway, but already being concerned that I will be in that 2% population involved in an airplane crash I choose to abide by the rules.  Instead I get all pumped up for take-off by jamming out to what I refer to as take-off songs. Let me explain.

A take-off song has a few very key characteristics.  First it needs to be danceable.  The reasoning behind this is it is important to get your blood pumping before take-off in order to get your adrenaline coursing through your veins.  Although you may attract several awkward looks for fellow passengers, my only advice to get rid of those is to invite those sitting next to you to also dance with you! How great would it be if you got a random flash mob to occur right before take-off, AMAZING!

The second thing your take-off jam needs is a build.  I have no clue what this is characterized in musical jargon but it is when your music reaches it climax and the song turns from AWESOME to AMAZING all in the matter of a few seconds.  This may be a different feeling for everyone but I think you can understand what I’m talking about. 

The last thing necessary for a GREAT take-off song relies solely on the individual listening to it.  In order for it to work, the individual needs to release all tension in every part of their body and allow the music to course through the body till it hits the top of your head and the tips of your fingers and toes.  Allowing music to do this can be challenging, but I’m telling you once you will your body to do this you will not be disappointed!

Each leg of my journey I will be posting my take-off song for the day.  I encourage everyone to leave ideas for great take-off songs that can get me through my travels in the next 30 days.  I will start a discussion thread on the Facebook group as well as be looking for comments left on the blog.  I have included a sample of a great take-off song, which fits perfectly with my first stop! Hello Seattle [Remix] by Owl City is an excellent example of how you can start your flight off right. So sit back, imagine you are taking off and enjoy the music folks! 
http://www.polyvore.com/hello_seattle_owl_city/set?id=11917977
Cheers,
Bryan    

Thursday, September 2, 2010

And I'm Off...in 5 Days

Well folks, here it is! The long awaited itinerary for the trip! I can’t believe that in just 5 short days I will be standing, in hopefully a very short JetBlue boarding line.  Thanks to everyone who has contributed to my fund and I continue to encourage donations for my project.  In order to fully facilitate an urban poverty experience, I will be living off a budget of $933.00 for the entire 30 days.  This represents the amount of money an individual living at the poverty line lives on each month out of a year.  My plane ticket, which I purchased, will act as my housing costs since I have generous hosts in every city! So, on my trip I will be living on roughly $15.00 - $20.00 a day for food and transportation costs.  Rough I know but I will hopefully feel the pressures that come with living at the poverty line.

Below is the final itinerary for my trip.  Each heading represents the symptom of poverty that I will be addressing in each city! Enjoy and again thank you all for the tremendous outpouring of support you have all shown me thus far!

CHEERS!
Bryan    
Hunger & Homelessness
Seattle, Washington
Tuesday, September 7, 2010 – Saturday, September 11, 2010
Portland, Oregon
Saturday, September 11, 2010 – Wednesday, September 15, 2010
San Francisco, California
Wednesday, September 15, 2010 – Saturday, September 18, 2010
Youth & Education
Los Angeles/Long Beach, California
Saturday, September 18, 2010 – Monday, September 20, 2010
Chicago, Illinois
Tuesday, September 21, 2010 – Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Denver, Colorado
Thursday, September 21, 2010 – Monday, September 27, 2010

Affordable Housing & Rebuilding Communities
New York, New York
Monday, September 27, 2010 (Day)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010 (Night)
Monday, October 4, 2010 (Day)

New Orleans, Louisiana
Monday, September 27, 2010 – Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Jacksonville, Florida
Thursday, September 30, 2010 – Monday, October 4, 2010

Government & Policy
Washington DC
Monday, October 4, 2010 – Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wrap-Up SessionsBoston, MAWednesday, September 22, 2010 (Overnight)
Thursday, October 7, 2010 – Sunday, October 10, 2010

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I Found My Heart at Wounded Knee

 I’m sure many of you are sitting there after a long, hard day’s work reading away and are saying to yourselves, “Where the hell did all of this come from?” Yes I admit I am usually known as the planner, who wouldn’t drop my work for anything, even y own god damn birthday party. Recently, much against my personality, I have been trying to become more spontaneous.  I like to think of myself as having guided spontaneity, meaning I like to jump and act on ideas with a well thought out plan or plan details as I go.  However, two years ago on an Alternative Break through the University of Connecticut I was awakened to the effects of rural poverty in our very own country.

Larry Mandell, the president of United Way New York, accounted experiencing poverty on a daily basis.  He stated in relating his experience with American poverty that “[he] get[s] to walk in both worlds.  In a given day [he] might be in a soup kitchen and also in the halls of Fortune 500 companies dealing with the senior executives. [He has] become acutely aware that the lives of those who are well off are not touched at all by contact with the poor. It's not that people don't care or don't want to help. It's that they have very little awareness of poverty.” This is where my story begins, two years ago on a service trip…
  
The bus bumped along the mudded and poorly paved roads of the Pine Ridge Reservation.  I peered out the window letting my eyes wander across the vast, flat landscape.  Looking up at the rising sun, I squinted to avoid the glare bouncing off the dirtied glass pane.  The sky went on forever with nothing to obscure the view of the sacred land we slowly drove on.  In such a wide open space I never would have expected to feel so closed off from the world.  

I was on spring break in the frozen, barren prairie of South Dakota and on my way to a cemetery in which lay victims of a massacre that happened many years ago.  I was leading a group of twelve UConn students on an Alternative Break service-learning experience exploring the culture of the Oglala Lakota Nation and the way that poverty has affected them.  Although I was at first excited about leading this trip, as we got closer to our destination I began to regret ever agreeing to go on this trip in the first place. 

“Almost there now” exclaimed Tom, the director of the organization that my group was working with that week.  He was a well statured man with a long white ponytail that made him look like a rebel out of the 1960s.  His voice droned on as the bus pulled to a halt at the bottom of the steep muddy hill that led up to the Wounded Knee Memorial. 



 
 Cautiously we marched off the bus and formed small huddles in order to defend against the ice cold wind that battered us from above.  The earth beneath me began to quake with the rhythm of the native drum as the images of the massacre flooded my mind.  The Indian Wars of the late 1890s were coming to a close and the last Sioux nation was confronted by the United States Cavalry to disarm them of all weapons.  During the surrender, one native fumbled beneath his cloak causing an onslaught of fire from the soldiers igniting chaos on the hillside of which I stood.  As natives were murdered their bodies were strewn across the surrounding prairie and frozen over by the morning frost.  My stare fell on a child lying on the ground beside me, face contorted in pain, alone.  I began to panic and my desire to help this young child overwhelmed me.  The howling wind brought my attention to my group scaling the hillside and when I turned back the body was gone.    

I tried to take in every inch of the expansive blue sky, spotted white with puffs of clouds that surrounded us.  The expanse before me held so much freedom, if only the natives were able to take flight to escape the berating bullets of the soldier’s gun.  As the group reached the top, our eyes set themselves upon a small, trash-strewn graveyard.  Framed by metal fencing and an archway overhanging the entrance, the cemetery looked like something out of a Hollywood movie set.  Tom turned to the group and started describing the Wounded Knee Site and the history behind the cemetery.  

My mind started to wander as Tom’s voice became a part of the gusts of wind that hit our group with an undeserved wrath.  Standing in front of this cemetery I realized it had been a full three years since I had returned to the gravesite of my grandfather, causing an overwhelming emotion to tear through my body.  My grandfather’s death had been the most difficult time for me during my college career.  Ever since he passed away I have never been able to come to terms with his death or build up enough courage to pay my respects to his gravesite.  


A crisp wind struck my face as Tom’s voice shouted, “I encourage each and every one of you, after paying your respects to the memorial, to separate yourself from the group and reflect on your experience thus far.”    

One by one we entered the enclosure to view the obelisk-like structure.  My turn came to enter. I walked carefully down the single paved walkway that was put in place to prevent observers from stepping on the sacred burial site.  Standing in front of this stone structure, as if controlled by another power, my hand rose up and placed itself on the memorial.  Images of pain and suffering ran through my head like I was fast-forwarding through an old movie.  Pictures of women and children fleeing for their lives, men shot down by rifles, and then my grandfather’s face staring back at me alone and pleading, frozen in a pool of blood on the floor.

My hand shot back as I snapped back to reality.  The people around me must have noticed something had disturbed me, as I made a quick escape out of the metal enclosure.  I started to wonder why that could have happened to me.  Was my conscience really that guilty?

In order to take my mind off of what had just happened, I started picking up pieces of trash that covered the cemetery.  We were there for a service trip after all so I figured this would help ground me back to my original purpose for traveling here over my break.  As I meandered through the cemetery grounds, I read the beautiful poems and sayings that had been written on gravestones by the families and loved ones of the deceased.  Eventually I found myself separated from the pack and off by myself in a corner.  I decided to take Tom’s advice and dig a little deeper with my experience on the reservation.  

In South Dakota, especially in Pine Ridge, I realized how removed I was from my normal everyday comforts.  Transported here by the vision of helping a 
community, I found more and more each day that I was the one who was being helped.  Each of the Oglala Lakota people I had met this week ignited a new passion within me.  The stories that they told and their way of life made me reflect on how I had lived my own.  Most importantly, the people of the Pine Ridge Reservation led me to realize I had let the memories of my grandfather, which I held so dear to my heart, slip away.

Grabbing on to the chain-link fence that had captured me and the other students in this historical land mark, I looked out over the horizon.  This was the first time I had built up enough courage to talk to my grandfather’s spirit, which I felt around me at that very moment.  The release was unfathomable.  As if he himself had come down and touched my shoulders, I suddenly felt that I had somehow reconnected with him and forgave myself for the guilt I felt over his death.  The wind whipped through my hair and froze the single tear that was slowly slipping down my cheek.

Sometimes, we must travel away from our everyday lives to realize what is truly important to us.  The interactions with new people, the partaking in new experiences, the desire to learn, are all things that can allow each individual to understand his full potential.

As I turned to start heading down back to the bus, my eyes found one last grave stone that read the following message, “For This Is A Journey We All Must Take And Each Must Go Alone”. For each person his life is left in their hands and it is up to them to travel a journey of self discovery.  The wind picked up, leading me to the never ending horizon where one day my own sun would set.    

A Peak into Poverty

Poverty.  How does one define poverty?

How much do you really know and understand about what poverty is? The root causes, the symptoms, actions to take, or education to pursue are all areas that even in my mind are not completely clear.  I would like you to take 5 min of your time to complete an activity that I myself completed when I decided to take on this project. 

I would like you to first take out a piece of paper and your lucky pencil.  Shut off any and all distractions including your 80’s Rock Tunes and reality TV shows.  And at the top of your page I would like you to write the word POVERTY. Seems simple enough right? Now in 5 min, I want you to define what poverty is, to list the causes of poverty, and then I want you to list the characteristics of poverty.  Now don’t go add a tab and find the Google definition and research everything to look smart, this is for you, to see how you understand poverty in its simplest form. 

READY…GO! (Cue Jeopardy Music Here)

I encourage you to share with everyone some of your answers to the questions I asked you to think about above.  You can do that by adding a comment to this post or going to the Facebook group and posting it under the discussion board!

When using the Merriam-Webster, ‘picture-perfect’ definition of poverty we get:

POVERTY ~ the state of one who lacks a usual or socially acceptable amount of money or material possessions.
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/poverty


Basically this definition looks at poverty from a solely economical view point.  Now I am sure that we have all been at this stage at some point in our lives.  The United States is driven by its economy and as American citizens, we drive ourselves along that never-ending highway right into retirement or the poor house, which ever comes first.  Now I could bore you all by going into a cost-benefit analysis of why money is good and why it’s bad but instead I would like to deconstruct the above definition I have presented you with.

Like many of you, I would guess we had similar definitions as the one above when completing the exercise.  Most people look at poverty from a monetary perspective because that’s the easiest way to measure it.  However, I ask you to reflect on the definition above and your own based off my following observations.

The Unusual Use of the Word Usual
The use of the word USUAL in the definition brings me to my first concern about who exactly is the one defining USUAL.  So, we go on the internet, turn the pages of a book, searching for that specific answer and realize that USUAL is defined by our government.  They set what is known as a POVERTY LINE.  This is an average number collected by surveying through the Census Bureau of the pretax annual income of a single individual.  Presently, awaiting the results from the recent 2010 Census, the United States Government defines the poverty line for an individual citizen below the age of 65 as $11,201.00.  So the usual amount of money for a US citizen to live on is slightly higher than that total.  Now I believe that the definition would make more sense if the usual amount of money was defined by a range as opposed to a single averaged value.  Unfortunately the Census does not supply this information so we are left to believe that if our yearly bank accounts are wavering somewhere around this number, we are at risk for being impoverished members of society. 

Socially Acceptable Money?
Now that we understand what exactly usual amounts of money are defined as, let us look at the next option the definition gives us.  Someone who lacks a socially acceptable amount of money or possessions is considered to be poverty stricken.  Now when we define socially acceptable certain basic life necessities come to mind.  Access to a food source, shelter, safe water, access to healthcare and education, and perhaps even an Ipod are all items that one may considerable socially acceptable.  Now in the grander scheme money is necessary for all of these services or entities so, someone who is able to afford a home, food, healthcare, and bottled water is doing relatively ok.  It’s the people that are not able to afford such basic needs that are truly stuck at or below the poverty line. 

In trying not to sound like a complete cynical college graduate, I would like to challenge the use of the phrase “socially acceptable amounts of money”.  Now who’s to say that our star athletes, some of our mediocre actors, and certain government officials who find their salaries sky-rocketing into the 10s of millions of dollars are not poverty ridden?  By the definition it states that people who “lack” the usual amount of money needed to survive are considered to be living in poverty.  How is a paycheck for 20 million dollars to make an hour and a half film considered socially acceptable?  I believe that we need to move away from an economically dominating definition for poverty and look at it on multiple levels instead.

Root Causes of Poverty

I want you to look back at your list of causes for poverty.  Going back to our definition, most people when looking for the direct causes of poverty consider money to be the largest factor determining an individual’s status.  This often times creates the poor-man’s stereotype that the primary causes of poverty result from the individual characteristics of the poor themselves.  David Hilfiker, a family doctor turned clinic specialist, discusses this notion in a short book entitled Poverty in Urban America: Its Causes and Cures.  http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/seeingpoverty/pamphlet1.shtml 
He challenges that it is not the individual’s characteristics that define the root causes of poverty but instead results from imbedded “social structures that are beyond the individual’s control”. 

It is important when looking at a social issue, such as poverty, that we are able to differentiate between the root cause of the problem and the symptoms that are produced from those causes.  Many times we will confuse a symptom for a direct cause to the problem.  This is what Dr. Hilfiker discusses in his above book, that our society looks poorly on the poor because often times we blame their condition on their own actions.  We blame the poor for being lazy, uneducated, drug addicts, and violent.  Now this is not to say that these above issues are present in the urban poor of America, but it is a very small percentage. 

So where does poverty come from? Certain social structures that are presently in place in the United States continue to result in poverty and cause the symptoms that you and I are more readily familiar with.  The root causes that I am going to present you with result from completing a Root Cause Analysis.  This summer I had the great opportunity to work with a summer program that partnered with Ashoka Youth Venture Programs where I was introduced to this exercise.  It follows the 5 Why’s Model to find the primary causes of a problem rather than solely working on fixing the symptoms.  I encourage you to use this same model to identify for you what the root causes of poverty are in America today and compile your own list. http://www.slideshare.net/CharlesGYF/cat001-root-cause-analysis  
Root Causes of Poverty
Government Policies
Racial Inequality
Segregation/Wealth Disparity
Corruption
Economic Re-Structuring
Lack of Basic Human Rights

My above list is not all encompassing to say the least. However, in the next 30 days, I will be exploring if my list is actually true.  Could it be that the US government is causing poverty within its own borders? Is their still racial inequality in the land of the free?  Isn’t economic restructuring necessary for Third World countries to join the rest of society? I hope to answer these questions along with many others on my travels of the US.

Characteristics or Symptoms of Poverty
The last part that I asked you to do is to create a list of characteristics of poverty.  I want you to consider this list more of a list of symptoms that occur because of the above causes.  Again as I had stated previously, these “symptoms” are generally what each of us would think about when asked what we understood the word poverty to mean.  These may include low-income, job loss, domestic violence, limited access to healthcare and an education, and perhaps housing issues as well. To give you a brief (not all inclusive) list, here are some major symptoms that result from the causes of poverty:
Symptoms of Poverty
Hunger & Homelessness
Decreased Access to Healthcare
 Decreased Access to Education
Increased Violence & Crime
Destruction of the Environment
Non-Sustainable Living
Decreased Access to Affordable Housing
Employment Opportunities & Income Levels

Now on the surface level, it is these symptoms that we “Do-Gooders” try to work on eradicating when we contribute to our own communities.  The food and clothing drives we run so that the homeless person on the street won’t go hungry or cold or the houses we build for those less fortunate are thought as addressing the issue of poverty directly.  Just like when a doctor makes a diagnosis, treatment is mainly focused on improving the symptoms of whatever ailment your body is going through.  It has many positive outcomes such as increasing your daily health, creating hope and a vision for a healthier future, and better yet attacking the bad organisms or juju that is raging through your body and making you sick in the first place.  Without organizations that are addressing the above issues in our communities we would be nowhere right now, and the world may look a little darker than it may seem now. 

However, I pose this question to you.  How many times have you gone to a doctor, been prescribed medicine based off your symptoms but never actually told what was causing those symptoms in the first place? Or better yet, been given medication that actually worsened your condition because the root causes of your symptoms were not addressed?  As individuals, organizations, and human beings we need to be asking the root cause questions on a daily basis.  We are not looking for a quick fix here and a new house there, but rather ensuring that the long-term benefit of each of our actions has been well thought out and ties back to the greater issue, in this case poverty. 

As I embark on my adventure on September 7th, I look forward to working with some of the greatest organizations in the 11 cities I will be landing in.  I plan on talking to agencies working on the larger picture of attacking the root causes of poverty while working for organizations that are doing diligent work to help fix the symptoms in hopes of providing a positive sustainable change in the lives of many US citizens.  As my excitement for the trip heightens I encourage you to reach out to more of your friends and family members to start thinking more constructively about issues happening in your own communities. 

Cheers to discovering the roots of every tree in the country!
Bryan
 
     

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

The Journey Begins!


Walking across the so called “stage” on graduation day, which just happened to be the same day we were all supposed to be worshiping our mothers, one might expect to be beaming with pride and a sense of accomplishment.  It may have been that I hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before or maybe the celebratory glass of champagne I had downed at 8 O’clock that morning but I didn’t have that feeling of success.  Waiting in the large line behind thousands of people waiting patiently to get my diploma, many images and memories of my four years as a Husky flew through my head.  In these past four years I thought, I have learned more about myself than the molecular composition of proteins or alpha-beta transmitters.  I had a desire to be more spontaneous and less rigid and to be more individualistic rather than relying on others to control my every move. 

When it was finally my turn to receive the destined document of academia some stranger handed me a certificate that said “Attended Commencement”.  This did not help my feeling of great accomplishment in the slightest.  As I was herded towards even more people I didn’t know to take pictures, I decided to jump out of line.  I had spotted my academic advisor sitting in the center of the giant basketball stadium and bee-lined it for him.  In front of thousands of people he jumped up, we shook hands, and both of us turned and waved ridiculously at my parents making enough of a scene that our faces became plastered on the JumboTron for all to see.  I made my way back to my seat, leaned back with my legs reclined on the chair ahead of me, and thought, just another day come and gone.

Ever since high school I have felt restricted by my academics.  It was as if I was just another product from the factory of pubescence placed in a giant recycled cardboard box and shipped off to continue to be shaped and molded by higher education.  I needed to be out in the world exploring and applying what I was learning rather than basing my intelligence off the 25% chance I answered the multiple choice question correctly on my last science exam.  Prepared with the ambition to study my ass off and play later, I entered college as the normal confused yet confident freshman that thought I had my life planned out for the next 12 years.  Slowly I began to realize that it was the out-of classroom experiences I was having that truly allowed me to take full advantage of my college education.

After my first two years I had learned that rather than stressing about every exam and slaving away in the library until the wee hours of the morning I learned to get out and educate myself through experience.  Now I’m not advocating a textbook burning, or skipping out on classes; far from it! What I am advocating for is experiential learning in the classroom to enhance student’s academic understanding and application.  The feeling of applying what you have learned in every day life situations is as invigorating as putting 20 fireballs in your mouth at once. It electrifies every sense in your body that you start to sweat out passion. 

In the next 30 days I will be documenting my own educational, travel-based adventure! 


The Mission: To discover the root causes of urban poverty in the United States through service-learning experiences across the US.

The Method: Completing service projects in 11 cities of the US that each explores one of the root causes of urban poverty in America.

The Outcome: To create an educational dialogue that provides citizens across the US with the tools on how they can contribute the little time they have to helping their own communities come together and problem solve for a better tomorrow. 

I will demonstrate that impulse is the precursor to curiosity.  Impress upon you that the five senses can teach you much more than a top university professor.  To confirm that the true tests of life come from getting your hands dirty and the answers come from the constant interaction with people that may put us so far outside our comfort zone that our palms start to sweat.  I hope to discover the spice of life, to find purpose and perspective, a career path that suits me, and a passion that is so unmistakable that I don’t just feel it, I act on it. 

I invite you to open your mind and join me on my journey!  I request a simple $5 donation for my travels to help offset food and transportation costs and at the end I will donate half of what is raised to a charity! So please support the cause and my travels and get ready to explore with me.

And remember, those that let their minds soar, fly JetBlue!