Hooray! The group is back from New Orleans and ready to rock College Park with details of the trip. Expect a few more posts from both trip leaders, including this one:
For someone who usually over-prepares for surprises, I was startled many times over this past week in (super beautiful and filled with AWESOME gumbo!!!) NOLA.
For many reasons, I expected to gain the most from the educational experiences I had set up with Emily and with the New Orleans community. While I think I’m really excited to share my new found understanding of T-Walls and flood damage with everyone I know, I found something even more special and striking on the trip.
I met a very special kid on my first day volunteering at Head Start. I’m going to go ahead and call him Ron. Over the course of 4 days I got very attached to this 3-year old kid. I still see him in my head all day: He has long eyelashes, brown (really sad) eyes, and a big smile I rarely ever got to see. He spent every recess sitting under the jungle gym, and by the end of the week I had gotten used to coaxing him out from under it. He never would; instead he’d collapse onto my legs or start crying. He cried almost every day. These crying fits would never be provoked—he’d sometimes wake up from naptime crying.
Finally, I took a risk on the last day and decided to ask his teacher what the problem was. She told me that Ron lived with his grandmother ever since he witnessed his mother being killed by his father. I asked what sort of resources there were for kids like Ron. She said that after Katrina, there were none.
I ended up not being able to say goodbye to Ron (it’s just as well, I would have tried to tuck him in my backpack and take him with me back to College Park), but I don’t think I’ll have many days from now on where I don’t think about the misery I knew he and so many other kids at that center feel. I have no idea what could happen to him.
Luckily for me, I have the reassurance that someone will be there to care for him during schooltime, but what about at home? And what happens after he goes to public school, where class sizes only get larger? Kids studying in New Orleans Parish (a parish is similar to a county) right now aren’t guaranteed the same attention or relief that students are in, say, Montgomery or Howard County, or even in neighboring parishes similar to NOLA. I can’t help but wonder why not, especially after meeting a remarkable kid like Ron, who is already struggling at age 3.
I can’t say that I gave Ron or any of the other BRILLIANT students at MLK Head Start as much as they gave me. But a little attention and concern might go a long way.
- vanessa, 1/2 of the TLs (thanks, awesome participants + awesome staff advisor, see you at post-trip! you’re the greatest nuggets in the world.)




