<p><<If you were a student and told me that story, my question would be: “What did you do then?” “How did you filll the time?” </p>
<p>I wouldn’t care about whether you got any real community service done, but I wouldn’t think too highly of a student who complained about “doing absolutely nothing” and of the whole thing being a waste of time.">></p>
<p>The subject probably wouldn’t come up in an interview because I’ve done many other things including community service in which I learned much more and had a great community impact. This included in places in the U.S. in which I was a newcomer or was working with people from cultures different from mine.</p>
<p>Here’s what happened in my Caribbean service experience: The community thought that my husband, sons (ages 11, 15) were CIA agents (I kid you not), and most people wouldn’t speak to us. The children called my kids “white boys,” something that the kids hissed at my sons. When my family was around, the people spoke in patois, which we couldn’t understand. This was a country in which everyone speaks English, so our exclusion from their conversations was deliberate.</p>
<p>We are African American – and clearly African American. In fact, my father was from the country that we were visiting. I spoke to people who in general, didn’t speak to me. An exception was a group of elderly ladies who did reply to me, and then asked if I had brought them any eyeglasses. When I responded that I had not, they complained and then walked away.</p>
<p>Every day, we got up and asked what we would be doing and the leader of our group of about 6 Americans from all over the U.S. checked with the village leader who told us virtually every day that there was nothing to do.</p>
<p>We did get to “volunteer” in the village’s school. Apparently, it was near the end of the school year, and basically the teachers were looking for an excuse to leave the classroom during a time of the year in which the kids were allowed to run wild. In the classroom in which I was, the teacher gave me a book to “teach,” and then walked out. The kids then ran around screaming and started throwing chunks of ice at students who we walking outside. (I have no idea where the kids got ice). My sons and I tried to organize some games, with a bit of success, but overall, the experience was a waste of time.</p>
<p>When I say “nothing to do,” I mean that literally. During the day, most of the villagers went elsewhere to work in the fields. It was literally deserted except for some guys whom we saw smoking dope. Some women did laundry in the river, but spoke patois when we tried to talk to them. We could walk a couple of miles to a very small store to get a soda. In the evening, people seemed to stay inside their houses, which we were not invited to. There was no library, and since we had gone to do service and to get to know people there, my family hadn’t brought books. </p>
<p>We asked the local man who had invited the service organization if there was anything we could do to be of service. He expressed surprise that we weren’t happy having a “relaxing vacation,” as apparently some previous Americans had viewed that experience. Based on our encounters with one twentysomething American who was staying there for the summer, my family concluded that most other Americans who had gone to do “service” there were really interested getting a tax credit for having access to lots of dope.</p>
<p>"I still think you are focusing too much on the “community service” part and not enough on the cultural exchange / international living experience part. "</p>
<p>The students whom I have interviewed who did “community service” abroad were kids of immigrants who spent the summer with relatives in their parents’ home countries, something that is very typical for kids of immigrants to do.</p>
<p>I’m sure that they learned some things about their parents’ home cultures and also had to stretch their comfort zones to fit in. However, the fact that those students visited their parents’ home countries didn’t make them stand out in the applicant pool as such trips abroad are done by many immigrants’ kids. </p>
<p>I can only remember one student who could articulate anything noncliched about that kind of experience. “I learned that people are people.” "I learned that in the U.S. we have comforts that people in other countries don’t. " “I learned that the country has many poor people,” were typical responses – generalities, cliches, nothing specific or particularly insightful. My impression was that very Americanized kids were against their will sent abroad by their parents, had a miserable time, but decided to exaggerate about the experience in order to impress colleges.</p>
<p>An exception was the young man who literally was the most outstanding student whom I ever interviewed. He told me how uncomfortable that he felt in his parents’ home country because his American ways made him stand out the wrong way, and he didn’t know some traditional ways of behaving. He had a lot of insight about what the trip taught him about fitting in to a new culture, and about what it meant to be caught between two worlds. He also had unusual compassion and empathy in describing how his relatives’ abroad had different perspectives and customs than he had.</p>
<p>As for the community service that they allegedly did abroad in their parents’ home country, I can not remember ever hearing any student describe their service in a way that sounded believable. </p>
<p>For instance, a student described “helping a doctor,” and when I asked for details, the student vaguely described following a doctor around. This was very different from, for instance, a college student whom I know who took a one-week medical mission trip to the Caribbean and who afterward described calming children who were receiving shots, and seeing people who had major, obvious health problems and had waited a year for the medical team to arrive so they could get treatment.</p>