Rhino Tracking
by Ava S., Montana, Junior

It was mid-afternoon, and the Matopos savannah was backing in the
sun. We were wandering up a shaggy bluff, five hours in to a seemingly
unsuccessful rhino tracking mission. We climbed over rocks and through
dense bushes, following our guide Andy like a trail of ants. Suddenly,
Andy motioned for us to stop. We froze, not breathing, not moving,
silent. The air was still. Andy began snaking through the brush,
following a trail that only his expert eyes would recognize. We waited,
calm and quiet, under a tangle of trees. Suddenly, the line of girls
surged forward with an energetic jolt. Silent expressions of shock
passed along faces as the front of the line approached a dark mass in
the trees. Rhinos: confirmed! Gradually, a glimpse of an ear, a
wrinkled body, and a stubby horn came into view. Heart racing, we
rounded a small grove of trees, stopping 30 meters away from seven
heavy-set rhinos. We were in awe. After five hours of determined
wandering through the hot savannah, the rhinos felt like something we
had earned; a reward for our hard work and patience. Compared to game
drives, were a wildlife experience is around every corner, the rhinos
were an opportunity that we had to work for. Because of this, the
rhinos were extraordinary, and we watched them with immense
satisfaction.
Homestays
by Claudia A., Panama, Sophomore
The night finally came and the nervousness was almost tangible.
What will our family be like? What if they are crazy? What if they
hate us? What will we eat? Where will we sleep? We were about to find
out. The ladies came through the door and gave us all embracing hugs.
We walked home with them trying to ask questions, until we realized they
did not speak English. We entered the tin-roofed house, walked through
the rooms with pink walls where the TV was on, and got to our room with
two twin beds. We left our bags on the mat and sat with one of the old
ladies' daughter, who did speak English. She explained to us that the
reason why there were only women in the house was because the five
husbands were in different parts of South Africa working in the gold
mines.
The next day we woke up and asked if we could shower. They brought
us two blue buckets and two hand towels. Interesting. It took us
awhile to figure it out but you get in the bucket, wet the little towel,
and wash your body with it. Great learning experience. When we were
ready, we had an oatmeal breakfast, and the ladies were convinced that
we were not "pam-pam" (full), but we convinced them that we were and
they let us go with a suspicious look. Between breakfast and lunch,
Hannah [Waldo] and I were excited to to start learning and have as many
conversations as possible. However, we were reminded that no one spoke
English (the daughter had left for work), so we just sat on the entrance
steps and saw one of the ladies do laundry. At first, we felt
frustrated: was this all we were going to do for a week?

But as time passed and the bad feelings melted, and we were filled
with the realization that there was nothing else we needed to be doing
in that moment. The chickens seemed to be playing tag, and the ladies
talking to each other. It didn't matter that we couldn't understand, it
was enough to be there sitting with these ladies whose wrinkles hid so
many stories.
The next day we were lucky and we were trusted with one of these
stories. When they were 22, they lived in Mozambique during the times
of war. They had to sleep in trees to avoid getting killed at night and
there was no school for them to attend. Their husband (they share a
husband) was working at the gold mines and they walked for two entire
days through Kruger National Park to come live in the safety of South
Africa. They did not have much food, but at least they were not in
constant fear of being killed. We could see the pain in their words
even before they were translated to us and with this new understanding
of where they came from, we felt even more at home.
As the sun went down, Salvation, who was 13, asked us if we wanted
to learn how to dance. Of course, the answer was yes. She started to
shake her hips in a huge traditional skirt from side to side and when it
was our turn we couldn't even do it half as fast as she did. Over time
we got better...I think. The laughs from kids and elders filled the
room and they asked if we could show them our dance. Hannah did not
have any interest in showing hers, so we connected my iPod to the
speakers. Salsa music burst out and each of us grabbed one of the
girls. At first, they were confused about the steps, but then they
quickly got it and got really into it. We spun around for an hour until
our heads were all sweaty...Bucket baths!
After having "pap" every dinner for a week, our fingers did the
movement of eating without even thinking about it. We had mastered
charades, the long-drop toilet did not smell anymore, and we were
experts at the bucket baths We had to leave, but we know we always have
a family waiting for us in Islington.
TTS Halloween
Hannah L., California, Junior
Marisa T., California, Sophomore
On Hallow's Eve, cheeky baboons ran about,
And trees cast sinister shadows on the campground.
The TTS girls prepared for a night of mischief and magic.
Once the sun set, our alter creatures came out,
Lions, tigers, and cowboys were roaming about.
We dined on monkey brains and bobbed for crisp apples.
Trick-or-treating occurred, but not house-to-house,
We went from tree to shower stall, to Big Blue, to the laundry house.
Candy was received, but it wasn't a simple task,
We had to sing a lullaby, and make a teacher laugh.
Scary stories were told, filled with ghosts, demons, and fear.
We ran straight to our tents when we saw that the coast was clear.
Interview with Quinnie
by Ava S, Montana, Junior
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Quinnie and a furry friend |
If sunshine was a
human its name would ne Quinnie Mawhinney. Quinnie is a twenty-four year
old Montana native who loves the outdoors and working with teens. At
age sixteen Quinnie journeyed with The Traveling School to South-western
Africa. She recalls a solitary moment in Namibia on a hill that she
describes as “Pride Rock”. Gazing out over the endless landscapes she
watched wild animals roaming as the hot sun baked the earth. Inspired by
the semester and her passions, Quinnie has returned as a teaching
intern adding extra hands to the staff and spreading positivity among
the girls. I had the privilege to sit down with Quinnie to ask about her
journey thus far.
Since her semester in 2006, Quinnie has
continued to find inspiration from her time with TTS. “It re-inspired me
to love learning”. She comments. Quinnie reflects that the knowledge
she gained on her semester was practical giving her the confidence to
travel alone. Because if TTS’ positive influence, Quinnie has returned
to give that gift to other girls.
“It feels really wonderful to
make a full circle”, she says Quinnie is surprised with how dynamic and
demanding the teacher role is. Not only does she co-teach Science,
iLife, and Global Studies, but Quinnie also leads crews and manages the
TTS blog. However, despite her leadership roles she continues to learn
and wants to attend classes. Ultimately, Quinnie is thrilled to be back
with TTS, explaining and impacting girls’ lives.
Outside of The
Traveling School, Quinnie works to combine her love for the outdoors and
teens. She created an Environmental Summit for middle schoolers, a day
where students learn sustainable farming and environmental practices.
She also works closely with disabled teens taking from outdoor
adventures and encouraging them to try new things. Looking, forward, she
hopes to het her masters in counseling to continue her interactions
with teens. Quinnie says that she is proud of the work she has done and
looks forward to continuing the pursuit of her passions.
Quinnie
Mawhinney’s compassionable, encouraging attitude has a brightening
effect on those around her. I am truly grateful that she will be an
integral part of our school our journey and our family here at TTS.
Interview with Violet W
by Maris B, Wisconsin, Junior
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Violet reading to school children |
I first met Violet when she hopped out of a bright yellow taxicab in
D.C. first day of orientation. She had a bright smile and giant duffle
to match mine and the other girls. At first Violet came off as shy and
to be fair we all were. Later, after talking to her more I learned what
an interesting diverse person she is.
Violet lives in Manhattan
with her dad and little brother. She loves taking photos and plans on
being a photographer when she’s older. She bakes pastries and hikes
around the city. I’ve noticed Violet likes small things, for instance
she told me “I keep my window open all winter because I like snow”. When
I asked her why she said, “Because its quiet and pretty”. She also
loves riding the train because she doesn’t have a car and she enjoys
watching things blur by.
Violet likes her emotional space. She
goes to museums or explores parts of New York. There are a few special
places she likes to go. Inwood Park in Harlem for example, or on her
road looking at the city and gathering herself.
While in Africa
she still manages to get this time in. Every morning at 5:30am, when
everyone is still asleep, Violet climbs outs of her tent and finds a
quiet place to sit and read a book (more recently Hemingway). On one of
these occasions I found her perched on a huge grey boulder looking at
the waves at Lake Malawi.
A pivotal moment for her was when she
realized that being alone didn’t mean you were the ‘lone wolf’ and that
its perfectly fine too not be social all the time. She was happy to
understand that emotional space is healthy for a person that can take
energy from alone time. She says that being emotionable stable is
incredibly important to ones well being and making good choices to
protect her emotional well-being is vital.
It’s incredible that
Violet has managed to figure out exactly what she needs be it cake or a
walk in the park. Violet understands the world’s simple beauty and she
knows that life isn’t about moving from one activity to the next, it’s
about stopping to enjoy