We volunteers laugh, because after a few months here it becomes blatantly obvious that there are Girls' House volunteers and Boys' House volunteers. If you're the volunteer for a section of girls, you know you could never survive in a section of boys. And if your section of kids are boys, you talk about how you wouldn't have a clue how to entertain a bunch of little girls.
Maybe it's fate that you end up with your section, or maybe your section shapes who you become while you're here. Either way, you realize you're exactly cut out for the group you're with, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
I am a Girls' House volunteer, through and through. Last night, they dressed me up in beautiful traje (traditional Guatemalan dress), doodled our names on my notebook, and spent 30 minutes talking about shaving our legs and commenting on how prickly mine were.
Dress-up, doodling, and shaving your legs. Yep, girls' house it is. :)
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