2014 Cape Town Co-educators

2014 Cape Town Co-educators

Chapman's Peak

At Chapman's Peak
Back row: Manuela, Johnny, Morgan, Jenna, Lauren, Drew, Allie, David, Ken, Sarah, Emily K, Ava
Middle row: Jen, Savannah, Val, Emily B, Cassie, Katrina, Emily W
Front row: Snigdha,Tina, Jessica, Melanie, Courtney, Ryan
Very front: Kiya

Welcome to our blog

WELCOME TO OUR BLOG

As anyone who has participated in UConn's Study Abroad in Cape Town Program can attest, there are no words to adequately explain the depth of the experiences, no illustrations to sufficiently describe the hospitality of the people, and no pictures to begin to capture the exquisiteness of the scenery. Therefore this blog is merely intended to provide an unfolding story of the twenty-six 2014 co-educators who are traveling together as companions on this amazing journey.

As Resident Director and Faculty Advisor of this program since 2008 it is once again my privilege and honor to accompany yet another group of exceptional students to this place I have come to know and love.

In peace, with hope,
Marita McComiskey, PhD
(marita4peace@gmail.com)



Monday, March 10, 2014

Emily B facing her own insignificance in the cosmos while recognizing the need to respect, protect, and love

As I stood under the Milky Way in the pitch-black night on a rural olive farm somewhere about an hour and a half outside of Cape Town, South Africa, I saw the stars like I had never seen them before. Stretched above me, seeming as though to be bits of heaven falling, comets shot across the sky. The scene fit perfectly with the context of the weekend. I was on the farm, along with my fellow co-educators and members from Africa Unite to learn about human rights.  It was truly an amazing experience to be able to meet and talk with peers from around the African continent. To hear their stories and their perceptions on everything ranging from politics to music was an opportunity I am extremely grateful for. Though we may not have agreed on every issue we discussed, the exchange of ideas across cultural boundaries was priceless.

President Emily (far left)
If you know me, you know my love of model United Nations. It began in high school with my first conference and my participation with it has continued through college as a part of the UCONN Model U.N. club and by working for a Model U.N. company for the past 3 years. So needless to say I was extremely excited when I heard that we would be having a Model U.N.-esque experience (It wasn’t quiet Model U.N. since it didn’t follow Robert’s rule of parliamentary procedure). We began by organizing into groups, deciding what country we wanted to be and whom will be the president. My group chose to represent Zimbabwe with myself as president. We held a presentation asking the World Bank for a 1 billion USD check to improve living standards in the state. We ended up receiving the check, beating out 5 other teams in the process.


The most interesting part of the country role play for me was an exercise where we had to imagine that earth had been destroyed by climate change and a new planet was being settled by four out of the six countries. Two had fertile land while two did not and the other two wanted to settle and were asking to be let in. We had to decide whether or not to let the other two countries in and what rule to set for them. We fairly quickly turned inward holding fast to our nationalities and our borders. Rather than all share the land evenly we were on the brink of war. The exercise showed all too clearly the state of international politics today. During my time doing Model U.N. conferences each delegate always looked out for our own national interest though others were in need. This is a sad but accurate portrayal of how politics work. Rather than think outside the box of how to best solve the problem for everyone, for a better future, countries and us as individuals retreat inward, trying to protect ourselves not realizing we are all one in the same. All too often we get caught up in our own labels whether it be nationality, race, religion, etc. and cannot see ourselves as a piece in a puzzle rather than the entire puzzle.

These were the thoughts running through my mind as I stood under the stars, facing my own insignificance in the cosmos, and I couldn’t help but think of Carl Sagan’s famous quote:
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.”

This was really what I took away from the human rights weekend. We refuse to see the bigger picture of our existence and instead resort to killing and oppressing one another to gain control of this dot floating in space for a speck in time without even realizing we are only hurting ourselves. We must respect, protect, and love, each other because there is no help coming from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. 

Emily receiving her Human Rights Training Certificate

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