Friday, September 19, 2008

The New Waluk

I never noticed how drafty it is in my school. Four Hundred for Francis was a huge success and it has been a tremendous week. Around 30 classes participated, endless numbers of students have approached me in the hallway all week, and in the end we raised over $1000. On Monday Francis gets to go to school, and in a few years a village in Northern Uganda will get a much needed doctor, but today the blessing is all mine.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Going Bald At 30

30 years came with a bang. It happened to be yearbook picture day at work and license renewal day in my wallet, so I decided to do it up right. I believe the picture says it all. I welcome my new state of maturity and I had a great time with my friends celebrating this monumental occasion.

So what’s causing my hair to fall out? He’s the memo I’m sending out to all my co-workers on Monday morning. I’ll let you know how it all works out…or falls out for that matter.

Four Hundred For Francis

September 15th, 2008

Dear 2nd Block Teachers,

Francis is a young man in Northern Uganda with a dream to become a doctor. He is the younger brother to one of my dear friends and since last spring he has become pen pals with one of our own students, Erin Berry. Erin, along with the Invisible Children club and myself have committed to helping Francis fulfill his dream by providing a scholarship to put him through medical school. In order to do this we need to raise $400 by Friday.

Francis has been interviewed as a part of an upcoming documentary on the situation in Northern Uganda. You will have the opportunity to briefly meet Francis this week as we show highlights from his interview on the morning announcements.

The Invisible Children Club met last week, and addressed the question of, “how are we going to get this money by next Friday?” The consensus was that people would pay to see me shave off my beautiful, masculine, curly hair. My response was, “If you can get Francis into school, I will gladly shave my head.” So if the money comes in by the end of the school day this Thursday, my head will be shaved on Friday’s edition of the Trojan Vision.

I ask you to please encourage your second block classes to give to “Four Hundred For Francis”. You can send the money to me in room 207 and I will keep a daily tally for each class participating. The class that raises the most money will receive a very special prize; a bracelet from Uganda made by Francis himself for each student! These bracelets will arrive in October, and their sale is expected to help pay for Francis’ future years of education.

Any money in excess of this semester’s tuition bill will be used to pay for Francis’ winter semester and anything beyond that will go to the Schools for Schools campaign to help a high school in Northern Uganda.

Thank you so very much for your help.

Chris Waluk
Rm 207

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Pressure

In the summer of 1998, Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire made history as they chased after Roger Maris’ heralded home run record. The great home run chase of ’98 was one of the most followed stories in the entire history of the sport. In September, when things were getting really interesting, espn would interrupt any program they had running in order to show McGwire or Sosa whenever they came up to bat. The stress from all the pressure became visibly clear in the way McGwire looked and acted. It was widely known that the summer Maris beat Babe Ruth’s home run record, his hair was falling out in clumps from all the stress. But when Sammy Sosa was asked by a reporter about how he was handling all this extreme pressure, he just smiled and said, “Pressure is washing cars and shining shoes to support my family in the Dominican Republic.”

For the last 10 years I have often remembered that quote in order to keep things in perspective and to realize that other people have much greater problems than myself. Recently however, I am starting to relate to the thin, young Sosa whose mother would send him out working in order feed his siblings. In a situation like that it’s not hunger that causes stress. It’s knowing that if you fail, your siblings go hungry. If you don’t make any money, you’ve let your family down. Now that’s pressure.

As I try more and more to free myself from the vice of money, I keep learning how difficult this really can be. It seems like everybody needs it. If you have a dream to change society, there is probably a charity out there waiting for some money in order to make that dream happen.

So what’s stressing me out? At the moment it’s a boy by the name of Nyero Francis.

Francis is a 21 year old Ugandan who wants to be a doctor. He did not qualify for a government scholarship, but was accepted into a medical university in Gulu. Francis needs to pay about $450 to cover his semester costs before they will admit him into school. The semester begins in a little more than a week. I told Francis' brother that my club at school was going to support him, but it didn’t take long before I realized that Francis had put his entire faith in his future on me. If I didn’t send him $450 within a week, his aspirations for a meaningful future, for the time being at least, were going to get squashed.

I have a plan to get the money, so everything will be fine. But as I meet more and more poor people, their financial woes are starting to get to me. It seems like everybody has a need, and everybody has a dream that they just can’t seem to achieve on their own. And the more you get to know these people, the more you feel their struggle and the more pressure you feel to be their solution. It’s not a 10 year old boy shining shoes to feed his family, but it can still be enough to make your hair fall out.