Dream of Dreams

It was three years after I concluded my term as a volunteer teacher in Micronesia. The memory about that great two years over the hill on the tiny island was fading out. However, there is some idea who put me back on fire. It convokes  my spirit to go from my comfort zone. The area that I built for this three years. It is so comfortable until I forgot the meaning of life. Everything is over there. I may go out to chill out without obstacles. In Chuuk, I couldn't go anywhere except outside of my room or my office as long as I was in the compound. In my place right now, I got lose of direction in my life. Every thing looks like okay. Nothing disturbing on the surface. On the artificial level, it seems alright. Actually inside of myself, it is becoming rotten. 

I just read about Indonesia Mengajar. It is an outreach program for the best student whom just graduated from the undergraduate program to serve as an elementary teacher. They will prepare with many competencies such as teaching skills, survival techniques, leadership, and many things before they will be sending to the remote places in Indonesia. I found two purposes for this program. The first, their services helps many children in some elementary schools in the peripheries area of Indonesia. The chosen places are still underdeveloped. The basic infrastructures like electricity, water, and even for the education is still limited. Their presence and action over there hopefully accompany the local people to taste the basic standard education from the best under graduated students from all over Indonesia. The encounters between the have and haven't would encourage both of them to be and do more for the brighter future. 

Besides for the local needs, the program also put the volunteers to have an experience. A year live between the natives increases their awareness about the gap between their own life and the local. The experience itself glued tightly in the deep of their heart. It is important for the next Indonesian generation to have such experience. Later they will be the next leader. With that experience, it is broadening their world view. Hopefully, they will put in consideration the voiceless people who live far away from the center of the authority. 

Indonesia Mengajar vision is burning again my dream of dreams. I was lucky since I had such kind of experience to serve as a teacher in the place of nowhere. I never think and imagine that I would spend my life on that tiny island of Weno, Chuuk, Micronesia. It was just two years. Honestly, I want to expand my term. However, the life must go on. The dream is coming from that encounters with the natives with their limited life but wonderful simple life there. That experience brings me want to create something similar like Indonesia Mengajar. If they do for fifties some fresh graduates, I could add more numbers with another similar movement. 

Jesuit Volunteer Corps from USA contributes in my dream. It is a kind similar like Indonesia Mengajar but in a broader sense and specific. It is broader since JVC doesn't serve as a teacher. They also provides volunteers for another kind of works such as pastoral ministries, etc. It is specific because it based on Catholic Christianity formation especially Ignatian Spirituality. I'm still counting my energy and collecting many similar visions and ideas to execute this dream: The Indonesian Jesuit Volunteers. 

The Intro

It is like a music.

The intro put the nuance, mood of the music itself.

It is the beginning of the music, a preparation before the music main body.

This intro is a starting point for me, the author of XavierOktagraphy.  In sport, warming up and stretching are the important  part before doing the sport games. It prepares our muscles. This intro prepare our mind about XavierOktagraphy. This clarifies about the collection of medias in this blog.

XavierOktagraphy is the media for the author to express his effort. It is about him and Xavier High School. I guest there are a lot of high school use St. Francis Xavier name as their name. By Xavier, the author means the best high school in Federated Stated of Micronesia, just call them Micronesia. The school places in Mabuchi Hill, Sapuk Village, in small island of Weno, one of the island in the Chuuk Lagoon, in the middle of Pacific Ocean, Micronesia.

This blog is a media of memories. It wouldn't put something news about Xavierites, the person who are in Xavier High School either the faculty or the students. The stories are about the presence and encounter between Xavierites in the year of 60th and 61th anniversary of Xavier High School history. It could be a brief time. However, there are unique and memorable moment between us in the home of Navigators.

Welcome and enjoy your presence in the Xavier life through this blog. Feel and taste our gratitude having the opportunity to spent our life in Xavier High School. The story of unity, all may be one, ut omnes unum sint of Micronesians, Palauans, Marshalleses, Americans, Phillipinas and Phillipinos, Australians, Japanese, and Indonesians.