With the exception of Mexico and the Bahamas, I have never genuinely been outside the privileged first world, and even then I was ensconced within the pampered and tourist-friendly resorts and restaurants that are so radically different from the...
On March 21st, the Jesuit Medical Society sent off six students and teachers to poverty stricken Guatemala to bring much needed medical supplies to doctors there. Within a make shift pharmacy, science teachers Ms. Jan Jones, Mr. Max Von...
In the first two weeks of summer, while most of the Jesuit community was watching its beloved Mavericks in the NBA Finals, 21 students and their three faculty chaperones geared up for something entirely different: a taste of Nicaragua....
From April 6 to 10, 2011, students and faculty from Jesuit and three doctors and one social worker went to Guatemala to help the sick of the country. They worked with an organization called The Vamos Mayor in two clinics,...
The Jesuit Medical Mission team—comprised of Jesuit faculty Mrs. Jan Jones and Mr. Ben Kirby; students Spencer Adamson ‘11, Peter Chung ‘11, Synyoung Li ‘11, Philip Morton ‘12, Jimmy Nawalaniec ‘11, John Simion ‘12, and Vinay Srinivasan ‘12; social worker Ms. Kathy Bennett; and...
Lost in the rubble of what one Jesuit student has labeled “Snowmageddon 2011,” Director of community service Mr. Rich Perry has announced that he, along with junior and senior counselors Mr. Paul McDaniel and Mr. Jack Fitzsimmons, respectively, will...
Last Sunday night, January 16, eleven members of the Jesuit community arrived back in Dallas after spending five days in El Paso, TX as a part of Jesuit’s second annual Border Immersion Program. Created five years ago by senior...
Nicaragua is the poorest country in Central America, grossing only $16.6 billion dollars in 2009.
It is a place where people toil long, hard hours as farmers and menial job workers to eke out a living. But what this country...
Sweat runs down my sand-crusted forehead, across my cheek, and finally lands in the Concrete mixture. With each shovel-full, my back winces as some Honduran boys and I move the pile of concrete to the left.
I understand enough Spanish...
