On Why YOU Should Teach for Nepal

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The problem with our generation is that we are more in touch with the problems of United States of A  than we are with the problems in front of our house. We are all living in the the 21st century of the West but we fail to see that most of our country is stuck the past century. We fail to see the world that lies beyond YouTube and Instagram. We think the world's problem is our own which, when you think about greater issues such as global warming and climate change, it is without a doubt. But that's not the whole truth.

PhDs in the UK research why tea tastes better in a red cup, Parliament of France debate what to call  a chocolate bread — Pain au chocolat or Chocolatine and parents in America are pissed that their kid's name was shared by an airline employee in social media, who *they* named Abcde. Kids in America perform poorly because of lack of internet connection, not because it's available. Kids there don't have to cycle bare foot at temperatures exceeding 30° C, nor do they have to walk along landslides for hours on an empty stomach to reach a school that can't even guarantee education worth all that trouble they go through. A large class size there is 30! students. Obesity is a challenge. And here, in Nepal...

The Teach For Nepal Fellowship has given me, among many other things, this opportunity, this privilege to see the issues at hand, here at home. It has given me the chance to try and make some dents. The problems in the first world, is many a time, solution here. But we fail to see that and take them mistakenly as challenges facing us here and now. The Fellowship has brought me to the reality and yet I know there exists this fantasy a world beyond. It has given me and hundreds of youths like me the chance to help create the fantasy that we are so lost in, that we so desire.

That chance is now very close to slipping away, leaving you to dwell in the fantasy beyond the wardrobe. "What wardrobe?", you may ask and that is why you need to come touch the soil that has made you, that you are made of. Realise that there are worlds upon worlds and you are not even thinking, you are not even aware that the World which matters most to you even exists. The layers of Nepal needs you to see it and understand it so that you may help mould it into something greater, into something better. Apply for Teach for Nepal Fellowship ( www.teachfornepal.org ), be the change you wish to see. Deadline December 10, 2019.

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