I'm pretty sure that I'm currently in the same spot over the Pacific Ocean that I was in nearly four weeks ago, only headed in the opposite direction with a much firmer grasp on my writing utensil. I have participated, more times than I can count, in experiences that have promised to be life-altering. Of those, I can count on one hand (with fingers to spare) those that had any notable effect on my day-to-day existence:
- Ulyanovsk, Russia (Winter 1994 - 1995): What was supposed to be a two-week exchange program turned into a month-long lesson in flexibility and adaptation. My visa and passport were stolen, I got frostbite on both of my ankles, and I lived with a student who had an unfathomable love of sardines. (We once had sardines at all three meals in a single day: sardine-paste sandwiches for breakfast, sardine soup with lunch, and sardines and sardine oil over spaghetti noodles for dinner.)
I learned that there are complete strangers willing to translate for you and let you stay at their apartment in Moscow to sort out things with the embassy after your travelling companions have returned to the U.S. I learned that my ability to speak Russian only seemed to improve with alcohol consumption. I learned that it is foolish to believe I can out-drink a Russian man on New Year's Eve. I learned that there is no way to prepare your body for the shock that occurs when the orange marmalade sandwich you bite into at breakfast on New Year's Day is actually a red caviar sandwich. I learned the balance between having faith that things would work out and taking the necessary action to ensure that they would. Russia changed me. - UNC-Asheville (Summer 2011): Two weeks into an eight-week research program, I solved a 20-year open problem in graph theory. That solution launched a year-long conference circuit and garnered me face time with several of the most respected mathematicians of the past half-century.
In Asheville I learned to surround myself with people who think differently from the way that I do. I learned to align myself with the people whose skills most complement my own, even if they're not the most popular person in the room. I learned that, despite being distinctly female, I was fully capable of doing mathematics that was respected by mathematicians who never had to question whether their gender disposed them to mathematical thinking. I learned the pure bliss that can only come with the realization that you are the first person on the planet to comprehend something that many very intelligent people have been actively trying to understand for years. I learned that I had an obligation to make sure that people who were convinced they couldn't do math knew that I was wrong when I walked out of my first college algebra class after 15 minutes because I didn't think I had what it took to be successful. Asheville changed me. - Teaching in Chile ((I just realized the mistake I made in using seasons instead of dates in my previous examples.)(May 13 - June 19, 2017)): You already have a pretty good idea of the things I did in Chile, so let's move right on to the things I learned. I learned that there is immeasurable value in simplicity. I learned that whenever I am instinctively opposed to something I encounter for the first time, I need to question the source of my reaction rather than assume justification without intro- and extro-spection. I learned that barnacle punch becomes distinctly less palatable the closer it gets to room-temperature. I learned that there is creative power in chaos. I learned that I have gotten too used to going unchallenged. I learned that kindergartners are natural teachers, but high schoolers have been by-and-large stripped of that identity. I learned that extra effort can be a particularly hard sell to those who are most comfortable with the status-quo. I learned that just because I can't understand how something is successful doesn't mean that it can't be successful. I have learned that I am uncomfortable with the intersection of economic privilege and social oppression. I have learned that Google Translate is almost always good enough to help you get a point across. I have learned that when Google Translate fails, it fails catastrophically. I have learned that it is possible to pat yourself on the back hard enough to lose perspective on the actual magnitude of your good deeds. I have learned that you can become so focused on the futility of a situation that you dismiss the impact of a singular good deed. Chile changed me.