My time volunteering at APEX center
so far has made me, sometimes forced me, to think about things that aren’t
necessarily easy to think about it.
Driving to the center every week has become a sort of ritual, just like
going to class or work. But at the same
time, I’m still not completely comfortable with it. I still automatically hold my breath on the
drive there, and look around me warily as I get out or into my car. As many times as I go to the center, I have
to remind myself that it’s not getting any safer. In turn, the center reminds me that I can do
my part to help those who are being affected by the violent and unsafe environment
that surrounds APEX. It also reminds me
to be grateful for the privileges in life that I often take for granted like
attending college or getting support from my parents.
I’ve
encountered a few moments while volunteering at APEX where people question who
I am or what I’m doing there. I’ve had
to explain, or had the employers explain, that I’m a volunteer from Loyola who
comes once a week to help. The former head volunteer at APEX once asked why I
was volunteering there and for what class. When I said it was for my
Shakespeare class, she looked at me in surprise and asked, “Really, why?”
Initially, I didn’t know how to respond, but I ended up telling her that we
were supposed to relate real world situations to Shakespeare. She just smiled and said, “Oh, that’s
interesting.” For her, working at APEX
was a huge part of her life. She was
there six days a week. (She just had to
resign because the government stopped paying for her to work there) I was just
another volunteer who needed hours for a class, and who would move on from the
center.
Sometimes I worry that I’m not
helping since I spend most of my time there behind a computer. But during our cluster conversations this
week, someone in my group said something that gave me much needed encouragement. He said that whether you’re doing data work
at a desk or interacting with the children, both jobs are equally as
important. I have to remind myself that
without the office work, the center would not be able to run successfully. It also helps when I see or hear about the
great work that goes on in the center.
I recently met a young man who
represents one of the center’s success stories.
He was in danger of being pulled into a negative lifestyle, but because
of his time at APEX was able to get out and create a new life for himself. I watched the pastor (who runs the center
with his wife) proudly tell me and another volunteer how this man had come back
to volunteer at the shelter in order to give back to the community that had
helped him. This moment showed me how
the hard work that goes in the center pays off.
This moment also reminded me of the
article we read for class about the kids in Syria who put on a Shakespeare
play. I thought about how preparing for the play must have gotten the
children’s’ minds off of the bad things in their life, given them hope for the
future, and also educated them at the same time. This is similar to what goes on at APEX. The children come to get away from the bad
things in their surroundings and are given hope for a successful, violent-free
life, all while in an educational and safe environment.
I know your experience at APEX has been challenging, and I appreciate your candid descriptions of the work you've done there. As you suggest, fulfilling the desire to feel helpful is not always as important as simply getting basic supporting tasks done. Maybe there's an imaginative parallel to be drawn here with he parallel you draw between the Syrian refugees' performance of Lear and APEX: both create conditions of possibility in which it is possible for people to imagine alternatives. That too, I am convinced, is the work of theater.
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