Differences in opinion

After about a week of volunteering with CRAWL, there were a couple of things that I had issue with. And it wasn't just me, these were issues that every other volunteer had as well. The biggest issue was that there were hardly enough hours of work. We would show up at the train stations at about 6:15am-6:30am and be gone by 8:00am. And that was it for the day. Even the volunteers that were teaching said the same thing. It was a couple of hours in the morning and then you had the rest of the day off.
The second issue was the feeding of the kids. The typical serving we gave a child was 2 ounces of milk (yes, 2 ounces!) 2 cookies and a pastry. Sometimes we would give them a slice or two of bread instead of the pastry. There was absolutely no nutritional value in what we were giving them.
Another issue was that we served the 2 ounces of milk in little 2 ounce plastic cups that the second after the kids drank the milk, they threw them on the ground. We were now creating our own little garbage machine. I realize that Kolkata is strewn with garbage but that's no reason for us to be adding to it.
Another problem was the time that we went to the train stations. We would arrive there so early that most of the people and children were asleep. Most of the time we had someone from the organization who was Indian with us as a translator. They would have us wake the children in order to feed them. This seemed to make absolutely no sense. Since they are street kids and orphans, it's not like we are waking them to start their day because they've got to be somewhere at a particular time. We are waking them because this fits best with CRAWL's schedule and the volunteers who will be teaching can get back to the classroom on time.
Also, there's a fine line between giving aid to these children and enabling them to become beggars. When I would see the children later in the day, they would be begging anyone who would stop and pay them attention. At no point would any of us give them money because the use of drugs is a huge problem here. We would usually buy them cookies (just like we feed them in the morning). But now when I would by them cookies, they wouldn't want me to open the package. I would later find out that this is because after I leave, they sell the cookies at a discount, back to the vendor and then have to give the money to an adult who runs an operation of beggars there with the kids at the station. It's kind of like a mafia hierarchy that is taking place. These kids are being pimped out to beg.
Two of the women who teach the English classes are Dutch and I believe that they do a fine job. And from the little that I know them, I think their hearts are in the right place. One of them, though, recently mentioned to me the trouble she was having teaching English to a student who doesn't speak English, especially when the teacher is not a native English speaker.
At the weekly CRAWL volunteer meeting, I was told to list any issues I had in a journal book that was at the suburban apartment. I wrote down all of my concerns, told them that today was my last day and went to Mother Teresa's Missionaries of Charity to find a new job.