By: Madeline

Prejudice is a funny thing. Pride is even funnier. And when I say funny, I don’t mean the laughing kind of funny. I mean the kind of funny that is hard to explain and comprehend. Those two words simply have such a vast array of things that could tag along after them in a conversation that I try to avoid them as much as I can. But I do know one kind of prejudice and one kind of pride that seems to stand out to me all the time, and not only because of where I live. Prejudice seems to me to be one of the most blinding faults a person can have. It can keep them from seeing the good in things, which is often one of the biggest blessings you can have. There are so many kinds, racial prejudice, religious prejudice, and prejudice against anything else you can name. And the fact of the matter is, it makes me sad. The idea of alienating a trait of a person, thing, or group of people, then despising them for it shows that whoever is prejudiced against something, obviously has a big problem to

     There is so much to write about right now I barely even want to blog because I like things to be spaced out evenly. This is just going to be a big blob of random information. Humph. I'll begin at the beginning.      Fourth of July. A rather obscure holiday for me. As I've always had to celebrate two independence days, one with a little more forced gumption than the other, it takes part of the joy out of it. Also, we aren't actually in America 90% of the time. No fireworks. No real Americans. Happy 4th! Of course we make the best of it with the food and games and whatnot.      Holidays in Rwanda are different.      I've noticed that for one thing, there are about half as many expats in Rwanda as actual citizens. So for our American holiday, they had at least forty Americans there. Aidan also made us some explosives. It was a rather fancy, complicated firework that sent sparkles and fire spewing in all directions. The secret? Take a bunch of match heads and wrap t

     Alright, alright, I know it's not really alliteration like I prefer in the title, but I'm too tired to think of alliteration right now. It's hard to leave your blog for a few days, travel to a completely different part of the continent, then come back and write about all of it, on top of being clever. But, just to humor you all, I will try.       So far, we've spent two days in Rwanda. Our plane rides were... Interesting... They went rather smoothly for the most part until we almost died on the last one. When we were landing in Uganda, I guess we landed at sort of an angle, and when the plane hit the ground, we sort of did a bounce-and-lean-dangerously-to-the-right thing. The one side of the plane lifted off the ground and we must have been tilting at a forty-five degree angle. Then we leaned to the left as the pilot tried to right the plane too quickly. It was fine in the end though and we got to the Rwanda airport at one in the morning without any trouble.