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The List
When I first arrived to Armenia, I was lost in all of our majestic historic landmarks; however today I find myself lost in my thoughts, my thoughts of how six weeks have gone by and I am about to return home.
Reflections of a Wanna-Be Local
I remember my first day in Armenia back in June when a friend asked me why I came to Armenia this summer. Immediately, my answer was to help and put my values and my education into practice. Little did I realize that Armenia was the one helping me. I’ve been to Armenia twice before, I constantly read the Armenian paper and like you I have read all the blogs from last years Youth Corps participants. I thought I knew a lot about our homeland and our people. Now that I look back I realize how completely wrong I was.
Back to Basics
Do I have any right to be upset? I’m a healthy 21-year-old senior in college, living at home with my parents in beautiful La Crescenta, CA. What right do I have to get upset or mad or frustrated at the fact that kids in Gyumri do not know the meaning of our tricolored flag? Who am I to get disappointed when my campers don’t know how many Armenians were slaughtered in the Genocide? My hardships may be minimal compared to these kids, but I cannot deny the fact that I am genuinely and wholeheartedly upset.
Endings and Beginnings
As I had unmistakably imagined, it was extremely grim having to part with the little ones on the last day of session 1 of Camp Gyumri. Being an alumnus AYF and Camp Hayastan camper, I figured I was completely prepared for the trauma of this scene; the kids pass out handmade lanyards or drawings that they have made for their favorite counselors, snap a couple of group shots and are on their way out bursting with laughter from the memories they have made and the victory-leading chants that they have newly acquired.
Commemorating the Anniversary of Lisbon 5…in Gyumri
Tuesday July 27, 2010 was not like any other ordinary day we’ve had here in Gyumri, Armenia so far. Instead of going home or to the ARF getron after camp, we walked through the hrabarag to the Seven Wounds Church along with our 85 campers to commemorate the 27th anniversary of the death of five young, brave men.
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The List
When I first arrived to Armenia, I was lost in all of our majestic historic landmarks; however today I find myself lost in my thoughts, my thoughts of how six weeks have gone by and I am about to return home. ...
Reflections of a Wanna-Be Local
I remember my first day in Armenia back in June when a friend asked me why I came to Armenia this summer. Immediately, my answer was to help and put my values and my education into practice. Little did I realize that Armenia was the one helping me. I’ve been to Armenia twice before, I constantly read the Armenian paper and like you I have read all the blogs from last years Youth Corps participants. I thought I knew a lot about our homeland and our people. Now that...
Back to Basics
Do I have any right to be upset? I’m a healthy 21-year-old senior in college, living at home with my parents in beautiful La Crescenta, CA. What right do I have to get upset or mad or frustrated at the fact that kids in Gyumri do not know the meaning of our tricolored flag? Who am I to get disappointed when my campers don’t know how many Armenians were slaughtered in the Genocide? My hardships may be minimal compared to these kids, but I cannot deny the fact that I...
Endings and Beginnings
As I had unmistakably imagined, it was extremely grim having to part with the little ones on the last day of session 1 of Camp Gyumri. Being an alumnus AYF and Camp Hayastan camper, I figured I was completely prepared for the trauma of this scene; the kids pass out handmade lanyards or drawings that they have made for their favorite counselors, snap a couple of group shots and are on their way out bursting with laughter from the memories they have made and the victory-leading chants that they...
Commemorating the Anniversary of Lisbon 5…in Gyumri
Tuesday July 27, 2010 was not like any other ordinary day we’ve had here in Gyumri, Armenia so far. Instead of going home or to the ARF getron after camp, we walked through the hrabarag to the Seven Wounds Church along with our 85 campers to commemorate the 27th anniversary of the death of five young, brave men. ...
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