My classmates are a lot better at editing than I am

So recently I have realized that I am kinda, sorta not as good at editing as I originally thought. So no Oscar for me. Luckily, I have attached myself to a group that has three really good editors, Bridget, Hannah, and Aurelia. I just sit quietly and do whatever they tell me. I hope they don’t resent me too much because of it. 

Although class is a solid 7 hours a day and is pretty exhausting, the days go rather quickly. But because I am not as busy as other students, I have had some time to think. This whole experience, Africa and the class, has been completely new to me. Never before have I written blogs or done any sort of journalistic writing. Never before have I been talking with survivors of a horrible act of violence. Never before have I stood on a rock 5 feet from the Nile river (but really how many people can say that?) It has been great, every part of it. I have learned how to do things that I never thought I would do. I was watching a documentary on TV and was critiquing it. I had never thought that I would be doing that. Just small things like that make me think of how lucky I am.

I also now look at things in a different light. I was driving back to Omaha from my grandparents house in Iowa this weekend and was stuck behind a semi truck going 40mph for about an hour or so. I am not gonna say I didn’t get mad because I got more upset than when Lloyd found out Petey’s head fell off. But I then thought about how only 2 weeks before I was driving on a “road” in Africa that seemed more like a dirt bike track. And even though that truck was really dragging down my mood I had to think about the people who are forced to walk 10 miles to go to the store. And that calmed me down a bit. So now even if I think my life is in the pits, it is actually much, much better than 97% of the world.

Yours Truly

Matthew W. Dorwart

PS I am very happy to be riding my moped again (yeah that’s right, I have a moped), and I think that I could drive it on the streets in Africa… and live to tell about it.  

 

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