Personal Narrative: My Experience In Tanzania

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.
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It was gorgeous. They appreciated every little thing that they had. The classrooms were filled with an insufficient amount of room for all of the students, but instead of complaining about how crowded it was, they were happy and grateful for the opportunity to learn. The supplies and equipment that they had were basic and ancient, but they used them and appreciated everything. They had also just built new dormitories for the girls. The girls used to sleep in classrooms, but now they had two new dorms. They had to share bed, but all of the students were fine with