Lunch
on the first day was peppered with awkward silences and shy glances; not one of
the twenty attendees had been to a JUNTOS workshop previously. Hungry from
crowded, bumpy bus rides, they swallowed their nervousness with heaps of rice
and chicken, trying to act nonchalant and cool.
But
soon they were discussing puberty and reproductive systems, leadership skills,
self-esteem, HIV, and other topics that teenagers need to know about, with no
trace of embarrassment and minimal giggles. The students, most of them between
15 and 20 years old, spent three consecutive days in a conference room with
four Peace Corps Volunteers and four Mozambican teachers, receiving what I can
only describe as D.A.R.E., Growing and Changing, and sex ed all rolled into one
extremely educational weekend.
However,
it was no ordinary weekend in the classroom. When we all wrote our expectations
for the weekend on a giant piece of paper, someone wrote that they hoped for “something
different than what we usually experience.” And that, without a doubt, is what
they got. Unlike a normal school day, the students did most of the talking. They
didn’t stay in their chairs all the time; they got up to act out skits about
gender equality, walk around the room writing on the wall all the slang they
could think of for female and male genitalia, and, the ultimate challenge, free
themselves from the Human Knot. They learned about how HIV works through a game
involving throwing wads of paper at each other. At 6:00pm on Saturday, I found
myself running through a dark, half-closed-down market, looking for thirty
bananas to give my condom demonstration (I found two bunches of the mini kind).
All
of the students are part of a youth group called JUNTOS – Jovens Unidos no
Trabalho para Oportunidades e Sucesso, or Youth United in Work for
Opportunities and Success. I know, I know, Motherp, it should be JUNTPOS. But
it rings well in Portuguese without the P; “juntos” means “together” so it’s a
good group name. Peace Corps Volunteers run JUNTOS groups all over the country,
each with a focus area: theater, dance, journalism, or photography. Each year,
a few neighboring groups get together for this workshop, to talk about topics
that are not usually talked about. The five students we chose to invite from
Nauela are those who were the most involved in the group up until this point.
The
kids felt important and responsible more than they ever had in school. With over
1,000 students in the high school, and a grand total of 23 teachers and staff
members, it’s hard to reach every kid to let them know they matter. By inviting
these five students, giving them the responsibility of transmitting these messages
back to their communities, and talking to them openly about relationships,
decisions, our bodies, and our self-images, they better understood their
individual roles and importance in society. During one activity, the kids were
supposed to stick paper to their backs and walk around writing compliments on
each other’s papers. One of my shy, self-conscious students actually squealed
with joy as I helped her read and understand the words her peers wrote on her
paper – “fascinating,” “sensational,” and “beautiful smile,” among other
things. It’s not often that they get direct, individual positive feedback.
It was nothing like my kids had been to before. They didn’t have to do any chores – buckets of water magically appeared in the bathroom for our baths, their plates were washed, meals were cooked and served…and complete with snacks and juice every day! For 48 hours they were treated like kings and queens. After that first lunch, there wasn’t a moment of silence, not even at 2am. They were, after all, twenty very riled up teenagers who almost never leave their hometowns.
It was nothing like my kids had been to before. They didn’t have to do any chores – buckets of water magically appeared in the bathroom for our baths, their plates were washed, meals were cooked and served…and complete with snacks and juice every day! For 48 hours they were treated like kings and queens. After that first lunch, there wasn’t a moment of silence, not even at 2am. They were, after all, twenty very riled up teenagers who almost never leave their hometowns.
Lunch on the final day was seasoned with music blaring from three different cell phones, laughing, chatting, hugs goodbye, and signing each other’s workbooks. It truly was “something different,” and I’m certain they’ll never forget it.
My very own JUNTOS group! |
Sam's hands help Clemence make a visual representation of phase three of AIDS. |
Antonio explains why the monster with seven hairs and one ear slightly larger than the other is happy. |
Example of what not to do on the left: use two condoms at the same time. |
Can I put this on my resume? |
30 mini-bananas. |
Protein with every meal! |
Jennea assigned kids to be the flu, the immune system, AIDs, and Antiretroviral drugs, and then let them pelt paper at each other. Understandably, chaos ensued. |
Juvencio explains something to the students |
Steph stands in front of the students looking important, feet wide apart for extra balance. Is that really how I stand? |
A dramatization to demonstrate gender inequality. |
Dancing never fails to wake up the nodder-offers. |
Such great eexperiences for everyone involved! But what would gramma wamma lamma bing bong say? Oh, Steph! :-) XO
ReplyDeleteShe would say "Oh, you children talk about...this area?"
ReplyDeleteI just think so. Today (June 30) would have been her 96th birthday! She sure was a pip. Gramma, what's a pip? I wish I knew.
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