This past summer, I was fortunate
enough to get a scholarship, which funded an NGO internship in Oaxaca, Mexico
for four weeks. I worked at a school that taught children of all ages (infants
to teenagers) who have been diagnosed with Down syndrome. Because my Spanish
was not exactly comprehensible at first, I had a hard time communicating with
the students. However, one of the students sensed my timidity with the language
and would occasionally strike up a conversation with me, speaking with a tone
of support and patience. Every other day, we had an hour designated to a “dance
party,” which was sometimes their only form of exercise. I, again, was shy at