Dave Windesi
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I'm not a teacher by training. I’m just a 17-year-old kid who said "yes" to the wilderness. What I found wasn’t just a blackboard or students—it was myself.
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"The Classroom Without Walls (And with Chickens)". AI-Generated.
On my first day of teaching, my students came barefoot. No uniforms. No bags. No books. One even brought a chicken, and I’m still not sure if it was a pet or part of lunch plans. The classroom? It had no walls—just a sagging tarp tied to trees and hope. But they came anyway. Bright-eyed. Curious. Willing. Their curiosity hit me harder than any city rejection letter ever did.
By Dave Windesi9 months ago in Chapters
"Rebel, Reflect, Rise.". AI-Generated.
I didn’t plan to end up deep in the jungles of Papua. In fact, after graduating high school, all I wanted was to be a college student like most of my friends. I tried my luck at several state universities in my city, hoping one of them would take me in. None did. That’s when fate—in the form of a church mission worker (or “Pastor,” as people called him)—stepped in and offered me something... different. “Want to be a young teacher in the middle of nowhere?” he asked casually. I said yes, like someone who thinks hiking means walking to the mall.
By Dave Windesi9 months ago in Chapters
