Brandon Scott - Bridge Year Ghana
“The great affair is to move.” Robert Louis Stevenson said it, and I try to do it as much as I can. I am from the very rural and very small Hobgood, North Carolina (which spell check repeatedly tells me is not a word), so it has not always been very easy “to move” in the sense that Stevenson meant. Nevertheless because of opportunities from my high school, I have been up and down each coast, many of the states in between and I lived abroad in Panama during the summer preceding my sophomore year. I “move” not to say I have been here or there but to gain experience and challenge old comforts in pursuit to find out what really is important to me. I do not know what will happen in Ghana, but I expect that I will learn something about the people and the culture, but also something new about myself.
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Posted Feb 22, 12
It is almost 7:00pm but the darkness of the sky resembles midnight from where I come from. I am in the front seat of a rickety taxi with my four friends cramped in the back like, as the cliché goes, sardines in a can. We are leaving the center of the city back to our homes, a drive that should have taken half an hour but is protracted to three times its length because of the bad roads.
The driver turns off without warning and soon we are passing through the market where in one breath I smell the exhaust system of the tro-tro in front of us...
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Posted Jan 24, 2012
Nine months ago, I remember working on my essays for my Bridge Year application. I was staying at the Dobell’s, the house of Mr. Dobell my subtlety eccentric track coach (and erstwhile AP Language and AP Literature teacher) and Mrs. Dobell (then Ms. Sullivan) or Mum, as I like to call her. They had just bought the house and just begun moving things in from their old house earlier that day. Now late in the evening, Mum was ripping up cigarette-laden carpets with more success ...