Look left, look right.
I look upon, I am looked at.
Eyes wander, gaze, stare and glance.
Eyes look at me, my clothes, my skin, my everything.
My students see me, my community mates see into me but how do people shift to seeing me as me.
life in this new place is full. Full of sights to see, people to meet and experiences to live.
Life in this new place is different. Foods, clothes, smells, manners and mannerisms.
Life in this new place is a challenge. A challenge to experience poverty, a struggle to wittiness death, a pain to see hunger.
Life in this new place is beautiful. A simple hello, the honest wonder of a student, the small triumphs that inspire me, enliven me, strengthen me.
I look left and I look right.
I do not fit in but I still belong.
Can I fit in? Will I fit in? Should I fit it?
I look upon, I am looked at. As looking becomes seeing, I am becoming a new me, a new teacher, a new American, a new volunteer, a new person of this ever exciting, intensely fascinating world.
To what, to where do I look next?
