Boot Camp Day 4. Thursday
// September 10th, 2009 // Holy Random Batman!, I just started writing and..., Life
Thursday started slightly earlier than a normal day (no it didn’t. They all start at midnight). We were all up by 7 so we could do devotions before the first year students had to go to La Universidad Autonoma de Guadalajara to take our Spanish placement tests. We took the van on Thursday, but we’ll be taking buses from now on (more on the buses in another post). We hadn’t seen our campus yet, so getting there was kind of intimidating. It’s huge, it’s beautiful, there are citrus and palm trees everywhere, and it just feels like there’s so much history there that you’re overwhelmed.
Once we got all the registration stuff figured out and connected with a proctor for our assessments, we were all crammed into a little room with what should never ever qualify as a desk for adults. They plopped the giant assessment packet in front of each of us, then gave us an answer sheet and explained (I’m giving her a little credit here, because it barely qualified as an explanation in English) how to take our assessments and what information was needed on the answer forms. I finished section two with some confidence, so I figured I would place into level two (out of 9). Everyone else finished after me, except the people who simply put their names on the answer sheets and handed them in, knowing they needed to be in level 1. The proctor then corrected my assessment on my desk in front of me: 8/10 for level 1 and 4/10 for level 2. I was then whisked away to a room with a woman who spoke very fast and rather quietly (this is a problem, since I have had a sinus infection that has plugged my ears for days, so I am having trouble hearing), so I couldn’t understand her very well. As it turns out, she was conducting an placement interview (Yes, I meant to put “an.” It’s grammatically correct, even though it sounds funny.), so I didn’t exactly pass that with flying colors. She then swapped over to hesitant English to explain to me that I hadn’t demonstrated enough confidence in my speech to thrive in level 2 communication (we take 1 grammar class and 1 communication class). I assured her that I had the hearing thing going on and I just needed to get back into it and that I’d prefer to be placed into level 2, so she just let me start that way!
Oddly, I’m the only one of us in level 2. Two people tested into level 4, I’m in level 2, and everyone else is in level 1. We had to do a bunch of silly paperwork and running around to get everything set up, and we still didn’t finish before we had to leave, but we can finish that mess on Monday when we start our classes.
We got back to the house around 10ish for a 10:30 meeting, which was basically just a short description of what we’d be doing for the rest of the day. We got to take a tour of all of our ministry sites, praying at each site. This was very exciting for all of us, since we’d only been to one site and hadn’t even gotten to put a full effort into that experience.
We first went to El Colli, divided into El Campo (a dirt field with patches of grass and patches of trash) and La Cancha (a playground). I was in the El Campo team, so we were dropped off first. We walked around praying individually for about 15 minutes before coming together to pray a blessing over the whole place. I got some interesting insight about that place. I saw army ants crawling all over the place and started thinking about needing more soldiers in the Lord’s army, how we would need to crawl on our bellies in humiliation at times and would need to carry burdens much larger than ourselves at times, but how if we work tirelessly and with God’s will in mind and heart, we will build something much greater than the surface can show. We also had a prophesy of life returning to the area, as evidenced by the near jungle on the perimeter. It was definitely an eye-opening trip.
Next, we packed up the van and headed to our youth center, La Fusion. This place is amazing. It’s in a completely broken area of town where you can feel the oppression and depression all around you, but there’s this place above a nail salon that has brightly-colored walls, ping-pong, foosball, carpetball (this game is amazing, so I’ll have to post a video someday), beautiful high arched brick ceilings, and a basketball court in the back. It’s so clearly a lighthouse in the area, and we each took a turn to pray against the strongholds affecting kids in the area.
We then headed off to one of the college campuses (CUCEA) to have lunch, meet the Chi Alpha group on campus, and prayer-walk the campus with them. Lunch was interesting, because I ordered first and got my food last. It was delicious though (chiles rellenos), so I didn’t complain. We got to walk with Jensen, who is from a small island country I can’t remember in the Caribbean. He was a great guide and we got a good idea of the culture on the campus, which gave us knowledge of what to pray for.
After CUCEA, we scooted over to another university where Angela teaches English (UTEG). This was easily the most uncomfortable I have ever been. On top of being cranky already from wearing jeans in Mexican heat and being sweaty, coupled with being itchy from mosquito bites, smashed together with having spent the entire day crammed into a hot van with people who were all talking the entire time, I was the last one into the classroom, so I got stuck with the crazy girls. You know those girls in high school who try to corrupt any wholesome guy who shows them the slightest bit of kindness? I had to work with them. First, they wanted me to teach them how to say breast implants in English, so they could put it on their homework as things they would accomplish in the coming years. Then, they asked me out for tequila and dancing, explaining that one of them was an exotic dancer. This was not my favorite 45 minutes in life. Richie tried to rescue me, but they dismissed him and went back to attacking their prey. Eventually, Angela took pity on me and started a class-wide game of hangman.
Finally, we escaped that place. On the way out, I had a short conversation with Carolyn about my time spent as an atheist, which I still have to finish. We then took a trip to UNIVA, a private Catholic university several blocks from our house. We prayer-walked the campus in one group and met a couple people who our leaders were friends with from last year, then we got ditched. Our leaders left a second year student (Justin) with us and took the van home, telling us it was our task to get home safely for dinner, with the caveat that Justin wasn’t allowed to do anything except keep us alive. I started walking to the nearest exit, which happens to be on the opposite side of campus from our house. Stacia corrected our course and got us going in the right direction (this should have been a sign that I should not be leading the charge on this day, although I’m usually the best direction person I know). Richie and I asked the guards at the gate how to get to our house. They gave very easy and clear directions…which we both heard wrong. They said “derecho” and we heard “derecha.” This seems like a small difference to you non-spanish speakers, but derecho means straight and derecha means right. Considering they were talking about the first intersection, we got ourselves in trouble at the start. We ended up going way out of our way, Brittany almost passed out from dehydration (we’re all adjusting to this altitude and bottled water only thing), were given three sets of bad directions before getting ourselves straightened out, and finally got home. It took us about 45 minutes. Upon getting back, Justin told us of our mistake and explained that it’s about a 5 minute walk if we’d gone straight, and that we come out at the corner that is literally 1 house away from ours. Awesome.
Throughout the day we were faced with tons of riddles from Matt. Most of us enjoyed them and rose to the challenge. Some people didn’t. I was one of those that did. I’m usually good at riddles and answered a lot of them, so I had fun with it, despite the very vocal protestations of some of our less riddle-friendly compatriots.
After a quick dinner, several of us went to play ultimate frisbee at the Autonoma campus. Normally, we’ll be able to join in with the games on Thursdays, but they were practicing for their tournament this weekend so we just took one of their players and played our own side game, which ended 7-6 at dark. It was a great game and a lot of fun and we kept everyone involved without getting ultra-competitive. We all really enjoyed it.
Upon returning home, we faced one last challenge to regain a portion of our toiletries. Matt gave us two ropes and blindfolded two of our team members, who were also instructed not to speak. He then interwove the ropes and faced the two members towards one another. Over an hour later after many failed attempts, swappings of the rope holders, removal of blindfolds, Matt took Phoenicia downstairs and showed her how to do it, once, quickly. She wasn’t allowed to approach or speak to the rope-holders, and she couldn’t quite communicate it. Stacia went next and, in typical Stacia fashion, came bounding up the stairs and couldn’t contain her excitement. About 15 seconds later, we all rejoiced. Then we received 1 stick of deoderant, 1 bottle of shampoo, and 1 bottle of conditioner. We were told that we got to choose one item for the guys, one for the girls, and one to be shared. Loree suggested that the guys get the deoderant, the girls get the conditioner, and the shampoo be shared. This made sense to all of us, so I poured some shampoo into a cup for the guys and handed the bottle to the girls, then we all went to take showers and go to bed.