Today is my last volunteering day! I have “project” today, which means I will be helping construct stairs. Everyone has a project day, 3 clinic days, and a reality tour day. Each clinic sends maybe 5 people/day to the project. On Thursday, the project team had a really tough time. It was really hot and you can’t take and breaks without pausing the entire bucket brigade. The rest of the week has been a little cooler, and every day we have less distance to pass the buckets. Hopefully today will be busy but not too soreness-inducing.
My alarm was set for 7 today, but I couldn’t sleep later than the clinic people. Especially because they were fond of snoozing their alarms. I hate it when people snooze their alarms.
I stubbornly stayed in bed until my alarm went off. I rolled out of bed, donned the shirt to be sacrificed today, and got breakfast. I didn’t do much else until the bus came to pick us up.
The bus ride was uneventful. We drove past our first reality tour stop, all the way to the top of the mountains. We could look down on the cemetery we stopped at on the first day. We disembarked and climbed up a stairless slope to the very top ridge of the mountain.
Along the top of the hill runs the Wall of Shame. This wall was funded by the rich community on the other side of the wall. They paid Pamplona residents to build it. It’s about six feet high, with barbed wire on top and armed guards on the other side. The rich community built the wall ostensibly to prevent crime in their neighborhood, but it cuts off many Pamplona residents’ path to work. The first construction began 5 years ago and plans to extend the wall are underway.
From the top of the hill, we could see both sides of the wall. To our left, there were houses all the way up the hill. They were all about the size and construction of a midsize tool shed. Dust was everywhere, and few green things grew. On the right, houses started way down the hill, on nearly level ground. There was lots of green spaces, fences, and even pools. Water was clearly not as hard to come by.
We went down the hill to our left by a Medlife staircase. Our first task was painting, even though the staircase we were building wasn’t done. There wasn’t any concrete there yet so we couldn’t build. I helped mix the white paint with my arm. There weren’t really any stir-sticks.
White paint was for the sides of the stairs, black was for the railings, and red was for the front. I took my bucket of white paint up the stairs and painted the sides of a few flights, then I ran out of things to paint and I started paining the rocks rearranged in circles around trees. The trees were newly planted as part of the stair construction; their roots will prevent erosion in the soul that is the foundation of the steps, and their branches will provide shade. Plus, they’re pretty. Painting rocks in circles around trees isn’t exactly a high priority job, but we ran out of steps to paint, so that’s what I did. We got to the end of our shift with very little to do. Four girls painted a beautiful, exacting Medlife logo on a shed; everyone else put their school name on the steps. People plated soccer with locals or carried local kids around on their backs. The kids loved piggyback rides. We gave lots. They were tiring too; it was really hot out with very little shade. The kids wanted us to run and jump and spin in circles.
I changed shirts on the bus around lunch time. My Dropbox t-shirt had red paint spots all over it, as did my desert pants. We were supposed to wear our Medlife t-shirts for the afternoon photo ops anyway.
Around then, the local ladies brought out buckets of chicha, a popular Peruvian beverage made from purple corn, and plates of crackers. People tied balloons onto the staircase and a local boy named Paulino demonstrated traditional highland “scissors dancing,” so called because it involves a percussion instrument that looks like an unscrewed pair of heavy old-timey scissors. He wore a brightly colored costume with a big headdress and his stage name, Apusullar, embroidered on the front. The dance involved a lot of stepping on the sides of his feet and it looked kind of aggressive. A lot of the families in that community come from the highlands. Many arrive speaking only Quechua.
The other clinics arrived in their buses after he finished his performance. We had a short ceremony, wherein Medlife leaders and one student from each clinic talked about their experience, and they broke a warm bottle of champagne on the steps. Then we had the mother of all photo ops on the steps, and then we all went back to the hostel. Our bus climbed down through the district, passing a group performing the Stations of the Cross for Good Friday. We could see the improvements in the areas as we went down the mountain. There were more parks and trees, the houses got larger, the construction more permanent.
We got back to the hotel around 4. I showered and packed. We had a meeting to talk about how many people we helped this week - over 3000 between the 5 clinics.
A few of us went to Wong’s between the meeting and dinner. I wanted plane snacks. I got an apple, a really fat carrot, some plantain chips (chifles) and a granadilla. And chocolate.
Dinner was tasty. Dessert was flan.
After dinner we walked down to a pebble beach. It was dark and quiet and beautiful. There were lots of couples. We hoped to see crabs, but those dreams were dashed. We did see a large cross that lit up so you could see it for miles, a statue of Jesus, and the soft light of the Rosa Nautica. The latter is a fancy seafood restaurant built on a pier. We walked there and found that had a nice bar and tourist shops. It was very pretty and quaint.
We went home after that. On the way, we found a creperie overlooking the ocean, so we got some crepes. They were tasty but difficult to eat. The setting was nice and very romantic. Strings of diffuse, twinkly lights lit the ocean balcony. The creperie, which was called Beso Frances (French Kiss) was shaped like a gazebo and was very pretty.
Jenny got a taxi back to the hotel from there. She lost a shoe to the ocean. 3 people went with her, since we were already paying for the taxi, the rest walked back. The walk was pleasant. I basically went straight to bed when we got back. Camila was already asleep so the room was dark.
This summer I had the incredible opportunity to do a 10-week internship at Gilead Sciences in Foster City, CA. For those unfamiliar, Gilead Sciences, Inc. is a research-based biopharmaceutical company focused on the discovery, development, and commercialization of innovative medicines.
With 45 Nobel Laureates on its Faculty Roster, it’s not surprising that research is an integral part of the Caltech undergraduate experience. One of the programs that promotes such research is the Summer Undergraduate Research Fellowship (SURF). There is no minimum knowledge or experience required to participate in a Caltech SURF. In fact, students can participate in a SURF as soon as the summer after their freshman year. It is not difficult to get a SURF. All you need to do is find a mentor who is working in an area of research that interests you and willing to mentor you through a research project. The mentor can work in a Caltech lab, at the NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL), or at another participating institution. Once you find a mentor, you work together to write a project proposal that you later send to the SURF office for review and approval. About 98% of the SURF proposals get approved. This fellowship is a great way to explore various fields of research and obtain real, hands-on experience where you get to apply the theoretical knowledge you’ve learned in class. Not only do you get to work and learn alongside your mentor, but you also get compensated for your time. The length of the SURF is ten weeks, and it starts at the beginning of the summer. However, it is not uncommon for many students at Caltech to continue their research project throughout the academic school year.
Like many students at Caltech, I suffer from a slight boba addiction, where side effects may include over caffeination, minor sugar highs, and of course, a large toll on one’s wallet. This addiction is not helped by the fact that there are at least three boba shops within walking distance of campus. So, after an entire term’s worth of boba runs, I came back from winter break with a new year’s epiphany: it was time to get a job. Rather than try to curb my addiction, I decided to find a way to subsidize it.