According to The Dialogue, one in ten Hondurans are illiterate, and 27% of Honduran youth neither work nor study. The Honduran government estimates that nearly 1,000 rural communities lack an elementary school. On my first trip here in 2014, I was exposed to children studying outside due to lack of space, under the scorching hot Honduran sun.
Cofradía is a calm and quiet place; not much goes on outside of school and the work one does there. The tranquility is great after a long day, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes one desires to let off some steam in a bigger, busier city. Additionally, Cofradía is, in my opinion, more homogenous than the big cities I’m used to back in the states.
After months and months of talking about this trip, it was finally here. It was really happening, and I couldn’t have been more excited. Teaching middle school in the states is great and all, but I’ll be the first to admit that I was craving the affection from the little ones in my new class.
Recently, while reading the biography of Michele Obama, a particular quote stood out to me.
"All the habitants of the earth carry an invisible history, and just for that they deserve tolerance."
After a weekend of visiting the AMIGOS DE JESUS school, I could understand why.