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Meandering on the familiar path of campus, my mind was wandering because of the incoming summer plan. I was wavering between staying at home to enjoy small free-time after long hard study and making strange summer plan. Suddenly, somebody patted on my shoulder: “Hey, Qui”. Quickly I recognized that was Nga, my leader of my TVC club which I have been participating in during my freshman year. After a short conversation about club activities; she asked: “The next summer is almost coming. What are you going to do?”
“I do not decide the summer plan” I relied “I usually squander all of summer time on movies, parties, and games; therefore, I do want to make something strange in next summer.”
“Why don’t you participate in voluntary “Green field” trip which is one of biggest voluntary trip is organized by our senior student. It is so awesome; but it is not such a comfortable summer trip.” she said, smiling.
“How do you feel after that trip?” Immediately I asked. “After that trip, I learned many lessons about life. Not only did it make me more confident, but also it taught me an unforgettable lesson.” She relied confidently “Whatever you get and whatever you give must balance up someday. Giving first, you will receive something in the certain future from other people. The life is about give-and-take”
During that night, her sentence “the life is about give-and-take” could not be wiped off my thought. I have not understood it yet, but I have a penchant of fathoming it. Finally I decided to take part in “green field” trip as making a big change in my life.
One month later, many splendid rays of summer sunlight streamed on every mountain, forest of the area near the border between Vietnam and Cambodia. Our buses had stopped after a long and weary journey. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes to look rigorously around the new place. My dazzled eyes were flooded with verdant fields and high mountains. I found that I was standing in front of the tranquil village with a lot of extant thatched cottages. Local resident welcomed us warmly and friendly. All of students divided into small groups which had about four students and we lived with host families in the village. Our works in this trip were helping the single aged people repairing their cottage, renovating the decrepit village bridge with local people and teaching village children. After an hour break, we had a meeting to assign a task each group of students. We had a night to adapt to new environment and making friend with members of volunteer group.
The next day, when the breathtaking morning sunlight started to flooded into everywhere in the village, we began our main task which was teaching host children. Almost children in the village have helped their parents tilling the soil or taking care of their rice-fields in the morning. Therefore, we used this time to prepare the classroom and propagate the night class for people in village. We started to walk to the classroom which was a small room the single old woman gave to build for village children. It took us about twenty minutes to reach the destination. In front of our eyes was an old cottage like any house in the village. An old woman with white hair welcomed us genially. She guided us to go to the room behind the house which was so grimy and cluttered with lots of old furniture. Quickly we began to clean up it. Under the scorching summer sun, someone brought furniture out of the room; someone cleaned the room, the furniture with old towel. Being bathed in perspiration, we still enjoyed the friendly banter with each other while peals of laughter dispelled our tiredness. Finally everything was ready for night class.
When the blazing sun was low in the orange sky, the children started to come to class with their parents. We held their tiny hands, which were worn out and dry, to guide them to their seats. They inquisitively looked around the class and timidly held the books which we had prepared before going to the village. At 5 o’clock, I slowly walked into classroom. My hands and legs began to quiver because this was the first time I stood in front of lots of children as a teacher. Taking a deep breath and whispering to myself “I can”, I confidently introduced us and the purpose of this class. Then I started to teach them how to read and write simple letters. I and my friend held each child’s hand to guide them write. Holding their hands made me remembering my first day I went to school. The class ended by the kid song we have just taught them. Then we brought them go home. This was a happiest day with me because I have just done a valuable thing. Besides my tasks, I also helped other groups’ activities when I had free times.
Sitting on the bank of river in front of a lush rice-field, I felt free and comfortable. My soul inspired the natural tranquility and splendor of nature. Two-month of living in this village helped me understanding thorough the meaning of life and changing my selfish heart. It taught me how to treat kindly and gentle with every people around me. Two-month was a short time but it was an unforgettable time with me. After precious journey, I would continue to participate in other volunteer trips like this trip whenever I could and wherever the trip would go. Although my help is so small but I try to widely disseminate what I learned from now to next generation students; so we would have more good hearts to make our world better and to share our happiness with any unlucky people.
Meandering on the familiar path of campus, my mind was wandering because of the incoming summer plan. I was wavering between staying at home to enjoy small free-time after long hard study and making strange summer plan. Suddenly, somebody patted on my shoulder: “Hey, Qui”. Quickly I recognized that was Nga, my leader of my TVC club which I have been participating in during my freshman year. After a short conversation about club activities; she asked: “The next summer is almost coming. What are you going to do?”
“I do not decide the summer plan” I relied “I usually squander all of summer time on movies, parties, and games; therefore, I do want to make something strange in next summer.”
“Why don’t you participate in voluntary “Green field” trip which is one of biggest voluntary trip is organized by our senior student. It is so awesome; but it is not such a comfortable summer trip.” she said, smiling.
“How do you feel after that trip?” Immediately I asked. “After that trip, I learned many lessons about life. Not only did it make me more confident, but also it taught me an unforgettable lesson.” She relied confidently “Whatever you get and whatever you give must balance up someday. Giving first, you will receive something in the certain future from other people. The life is about give-and-take”
During that night, her sentence “the life is about give-and-take” could not be wiped off my thought. I have not understood it yet, but I have a penchant of fathoming it. Finally I decided to take part in “green field” trip as making a big change in my life.
One month later, many splendid rays of summer sunlight streamed on every mountain, forest of the area near the border between Vietnam and Cambodia. Our buses had stopped after a long and weary journey. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes to look rigorously around the new place. My dazzled eyes were flooded with verdant fields and high mountains. I found that I was standing in front of the tranquil village with a lot of extant thatched cottages. Local resident welcomed us warmly and friendly. All of students divided into small groups which had about four students and we lived with host families in the village. Our works in this trip were helping the single aged people repairing their cottage, renovating the decrepit village bridge with local people and teaching village children. After an hour break, we had a meeting to assign a task each group of students. We had a night to adapt to new environment and making friend with members of volunteer group.
The next day, when the breathtaking morning sunlight started to flooded into everywhere in the village, we began our main task which was teaching host children. Almost children in the village have helped their parents tilling the soil or taking care of their rice-fields in the morning. Therefore, we used this time to prepare the classroom and propagate the night class for people in village. We started to walk to the classroom which was a small room the single old woman gave to build for village children. It took us about twenty minutes to reach the destination. In front of our eyes was an old cottage like any house in the village. An old woman with white hair welcomed us genially. She guided us to go to the room behind the house which was so grimy and cluttered with lots of old furniture. Quickly we began to clean up it. Under the scorching summer sun, someone brought furniture out of the room; someone cleaned the room, the furniture with old towel. Being bathed in perspiration, we still enjoyed the friendly banter with each other while peals of laughter dispelled our tiredness. Finally everything was ready for night class.
When the blazing sun was low in the orange sky, the children started to come to class with their parents. We held their tiny hands, which were worn out and dry, to guide them to their seats. They inquisitively looked around the class and timidly held the books which we had prepared before going to the village. At 5 o’clock, I slowly walked into classroom. My hands and legs began to quiver because this was the first time I stood in front of lots of children as a teacher. Taking a deep breath and whispering to myself “I can”, I confidently introduced us and the purpose of this class. Then I started to teach them how to read and write simple letters. I and my friend held each child’s hand to guide them write. Holding their hands made me remembering my first day I went to school. The class ended by the kid song we have just taught them. Then we brought them go home. This was a happiest day with me because I have just done a valuable thing. Besides my tasks, I also helped other groups’ activities when I had free times.
Sitting on the bank of river in front of a lush rice-field, I felt free and comfortable. My soul inspired the natural tranquility and splendor of nature. Two-month of living in this village helped me understanding thorough the meaning of life and changing my selfish heart. It taught me how to treat kindly and gentle with every people around me. Two-month was a short time but it was an unforgettable time with me. After precious journey, I would continue to participate in other volunteer trips like this trip whenever I could and wherever the trip would go. Although my help is so small but I try to widely disseminate what I learned from now to next generation students; so we would have more good hearts to make our world better and to share our happiness with any unlucky people.