After the completely over-the-top, awesome day yesterday, we woke up to heavy snow falling at Rosie’s. I was not expecting this, but I should know better—expect the unexpected. The week has flown by, and Thursday is our last day on the rez. We had another busy day planned—I had to pick up the CPR manikins from the OLC Nursing Program and take our sponsor family from One Spirit their items in Pine Ridge—all before 10am. The students are exhausted at this point and decided to stay behind to work on their meal for the youth center—the much-hyped buffalo roast. My exhaustion has set in, and I am also feeling the end-of-trip funk that I have described in previous blogs. I thought that the drive to Pine Ridge in solitude would help my mood, but with the vigorous snow, it made me even more anxious instead of giving me some calm. The highlight was meeting Terri, the mother of our sponsored family. She is a single mom who is raising three kids with ages ranging from 23 to 15. She also makes soup and other meals for the homeless on the reservation each week—all with an extremely limited budget. We got to chat briefly, and I look forward to getting to know her better over future trips.
The students and Kathleen were making their final purchases in the store when I returned. I had hoped to be able to squeeze in a trip to the historical center before the high school, but we seemed to be moving in slow motion today—getting in a few screenings in the store not withstanding. We finally wrapped everything up and left to go to OLC with the students making the request to just go to the OLC bookstore. As we arrived at the bookstore, I realized that we still had some items for the youth center that needed to be returned tonight since it was our last night. Unfortunately, these had been left back at Rosie’s. I let everyone off at the bookstore and headed back to Rosie’s to get them.
Even though it had snowed a good 3 inches this morning, by afternoon the majority of the snow had melted and left the landscape around Rosie’s and elsewhere a mud pit. As I was hurrying into the cabin to get the items to return to the youth center, I made a fateful step that landed me in the mud on my butt. With my poor attitude, frustration with having to drive back to the cabins, and overwhelming fatigue, I briefly considered crying. Instead, I sat there for a few seconds thinking that I had probably deserved this, and that this was the wake-up call to turn my attitude around. Again, hurrying and over-planning gets me nowhere—except in the mud on my butt! I had to change 90% of my clothes, which left me with even less time.
By the time I got back to the OLC bookstore, the request was thrown out to eat lunch at the motel. Because of the time and our commitment to go to the high school, we could not do both. I let the group off at the motel for lunch (after all, even though our diet has consisted of cold cuts and granola bars—or maybe that is only my diet—my goal is not to starve anyone!), and I went to the high school to do the last day of teaching on CPR and first aid. This was absolutely not optimal, but we can’t be in two places at once, unless the group splits up. I also dropped off prom clothes at Oyate Teca in Kyle. While my CPR teaching was not as good as the previous day’s sexual health discussion, it was ok and was enough to help me get outside my own head and finally improve my attitude just a touch.
We headed to Allen for our final day of teaching and fun with the kids. Suzie had made a contact earlier in the week with a lady who had come into the youth center to pick up mail. Her husband is a hoop dancer (which I didn’t think was traditional to the Lakota, but it actually is—they are the “Michael Jordan” of Lakota pow wow dancers, I was told), and Suzie made arrangements for the hoop dancer to come to dance for the kids at the youth center. After negotiating an unplanned honorarium, the dancer set up for his demonstration. There was a good mixture of kids and adults, and it was great to see Travis, the youth center director, so excited about this added event. One of the youth center board members and elders, John Bad Wound, has been at the center most nights that we have been there this week, and we have gotten to know him well enough for the fun joking that I appreciate in this culture. I nearly fell in the mud again taking some things to the dumpster behind the center, and afterwards, he told me that I would be the featured mud dancer after the hoop dancer.
The hoop dancer was amazing! This was my first time seeing this type of dancing in person. His presentation involved the audience, with anyone who wanted to try out the hoops invited to participate. All of the students and Kathleen and most of the kids participated and had a blast. He also incorporated several of the week’s teaching topics into his presentation—specifically self-esteem and bullying, which was a great addition, especially coming from the traditional Lakota viewpoint. My favorite part of the experience beyond the hoop dancing itself, was a centering activity that focused on “Grandpa Rock”. Since apparently today is all about me and what I am thinking (see previous comments about attitude), I needed this badly. I was able to clear my head and quiet my racing thoughts for just a minute at least—I possibly need to carry around a boulder with me for future centering exercises! The night culminated with the much-anticipated buffalo roast that was delicious, as well as the final teaching on CPR and first aid. The kids loved having the students there so much that they did not want them to leave. After photos and goodbyes, we are off again for our last night at Rosie’s.