Group on Signal Hill

Group on Signal Hill
Back row: Avery, Kelsey, Ainsley, Patrick, Wylie, Erin, Ethan, Janiel, Larissa: Third Row: Tekowa, Anna, Audrey, Jerard, Andrew, Carl, Allie; Second Row: Elise, Aimee, Vara, Carolyn, Melissa, Morgan, Liz, Erica, JR; Front Row: Savitri, Brianna, Sharon, Lindsay, Andrea

Welcome to Our Blog

WELCOME TO OUR BLOG

As anyone who has participated in this program will attest, there are no words or pictures that can begin to adequately capture the beauty of the scenery or hospitality of the people in Cape Town. Therefore, this blog is merely intended to provide an overview of the program and a glimpse at some amazing adventures and life-changing experiences had by the students and staff of this program who have traveled together as co-educators and companions on the journey. As Resident Director and Faculty Advisor since 2008 it has been a privilege and honor to accompany an incredible variety of wonderful UConn students to a place we have all come to know and love.

In peace, with hope, Marita McComiskey, PhD


09 April 2013

Larissa on childhood coversations




My work in Eros always has been such a learning experience, especially in just watching and listening to my students.  It’s so amazing how much you can learn from children, they are so knowledgeable on so many things that we seem to progressively lose over the years!  Three of my students were playing house today, one of their usual playtime games.  Two of the kids held a baby, and they told the other to play dad.  Before the ‘dad’ could even say or do anything, the two other kids started yelling, “don’t hit my baby!  You hit my baby, you leave my house!  Stop hitting my baby!”  Before I even got a chance to fully comprehend the situation they were both simultaneously imagining, I found myself having to pull those two students off of the ‘dad’ as they punched her into the corner.  Keep in mind these are four year old children.  One of the punching kids defended herself by explaining that if daddy hits baby, mommy hits daddy.  After talking to the kids and dealing with the situation at hand, I had to compose myself as I realized that two of my little innocent babies had gotten this play situation from a real life scenario.  They had to have, it’s not everyday that children play house that way.  Whether it is from something they are living through, something they’ve heard talked about, or something they’ve seen from TV, it’s something they should not have to ever think about at such a young age. 

Another interesting conversation I witnessed in the classroom today was one about race.  When asked what color the crayon was, my student responded correctly that it was black.  “My daddy is black, and mommy is white” he told me.  Another girl added, “my daddy is black too”, knowing that her mom is colored (she works in the school so I see her often); I asked her what color mommy is.  She responded, “mommy is white”.  I followed up with asking, “What color are you?”  Both would be considered by most as being colored, but one answered, “I’m white” and the other answered, “I’m bla… brow… I’m…” and put her head down to continue coloring.  I’m not really sure what to make of this statement, but it just got me thinking about how interesting it was to see children not know how to classify their own race.  Is that a good thing that it does not really matter to her what color she is?  Is that a bad thing that she is so confused about different races mixing that she isn’t even sure how to look at her own skin and therefore her own self? 

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