I felt uncomfortable as I looked around. Everything was so distant from what I was used to. I could the eyes looking at me wondering why I looked so distinct from them. I wasn’t that different from all of these people, but in their minds, I was completely diverse. Being in Tanzania, I learned that these contrasts can stand out. Even though I wasn’t that different from them, they thought I was important and special. My favorite experience in Tanzania was visiting a school named Lutangilo Secondary School. The school was on the top of a mountain so it was magnificent, but we were stuck in a tiny car for over four hours and it was an atrocious road. It was bumpy, twisty, and hilly. Driving on the road was almost like a roller coaster except it was worse. It was also steamy and humid in the car. Because of this, my sister got incredibly car sick. I knew that it was going to be a lengthy ride. Before we arrived at the school, we jumped out of the car so we could breathe. We assumed that we would have a few minutes to calm down and feel refreshed as we walked the quarter mile, but a mob of students arrived. As they came down a hill, they grabbed my hands. They ran to me and asked me how I felt.
“Sister, are you feeling sick?” one girl asked me. “I am okay, thank you”, I replied to the girl.
“We heard that someone felt sick”, a boy replied.
“My sister is sick, but she is back there and she feels better”, I replied, but I didn’t know where my sister was or how she actually…