Going into this week, I was pretty skeptical about what my chances were going to be of coming out alive. On top of all of the busy work that my professors assigned, I had three midterms to study for and take, plans to make and contracts to prep for my summer internship, a health curriculum to work on for Sustain Haiti, and the advertising campaign for the Hunger Banquet to plan.
My hopes for finding some joy in the week were focused on watching Jimma-Jamma and the Cougars take on New Mexico on Wednesday night. Turns out my hopes were in vain.
I thought I was going to explode.
This week probably wouldn't have seemed so crazy had it not started out so rocky. My stress level skyrocketed on Monday as it became apparent that our graphic designer we hired had bailed on us and thus we had no logo for the Hunger Banquet ON THE DAY IT WAS DUE. Neltje, Colleen, and I ran around like chickens with our heads cut off, trying to figure out what our options were. We decided that going on a witch hunt for our flaky designer was probably out of the question, no matter how much better it would have made us feel. The last thing we needed was a warrant out for our arrest.
After a lot of scrambling, we finally came up with a game plan. Neltje's quick thinking found us another graphic artist and her vision was put into motion. When I caught up to her that night after classes and FHE, I was surprised to walk into a lobby filled with freshmen working on a 1500 piece puzzle, pieces spread between two large tables. They didn't even know who we were or really what the Hunger Banquet was, yet they knew that we were in dire need of extra hands and they were there to help. I was so grateful to them for their willingness to be there. I knew how hectic my week was and imagined that some of them had weeks similar to mine, and yet they were there to help, all without complaint. Would I have done the same thing had I been in their position?
Hours passed...
Still no completion of the puzzle.
Visiting hours ended...
The group got kicked out...
The puzzle making moved outside.
Work continued.
No sleep.
4 AM came.
And then...
It was done.
I think it turned out great! The logo is an actual photo, not something that was generated by a computer. In hindsight, I think the trouble we went through to come up with it was a great example of what the Hunger Banquet is all about. Through the hard work and effort of people who didn't even know us or fully grasp our predicament, peace was able to be brought to our situation. The creation of peace must come from a multidisciplinary background, and our little logo fiasco was a microcosm of that. Each person that helped us out had something to contribute and was a solution to our problem in one way or another.
Together, we can make a difference, PEACE BY PIECE.
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