Delayed Final Reflections
Aug10

Delayed Final Reflections

If I were to consider the entire collective experience of being in Santiago, Valparaiso, and Easter Island, it would emerge as a kaleidoscope of images and emotions, a tumultuous attempt at the reorganization of the study abroad trip. While my words can never fully compare to the actual events or provide a proper basis of understanding for those who wish to live vicariously through such adventures, I do hope that reading such stories...

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Home Sweet Home, Two Months Later
Aug10

Home Sweet Home, Two Months Later

I am almost positive that it is impossible to return home, after any time of travel, to not experience even an inkling of reverse culture shock. I spent two and a half weeks of my summer in Germany, so I didn’t expect to feel too much of this shock. It did come in bits and pieces, though. You would think that I would’ve had my fill of bratwursts and schnitzel after eating them for sixteen days straight. Wrong you are! In my first week...

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How I Found Myself in the City of Dreaming Spires
Aug10

How I Found Myself in the City of Dreaming Spires

Everybody has their own reasons for why they choose to study abroad. For some, it’s the least expensive way to travel and also get summer credits, for others they just want to try something new. Personally, I stumbled upon the opportunity while wandering around the Ferg between classes last fall and I happened to stop by the Oxford poster at the study abroad fair. I’ve always wanted to study abroad, but I never knew where...

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Europe was a once in a Lifetime experience!
Aug10

Europe was a once in a Lifetime experience!

I went to Brussels expecting a lot, and it didn’t disappoint. I met friends that I’ll cherish for a lifetime and that I’ll be hanging out with at UA, and even though I had a great time, “all good things must come to an end.” As I boarded the plane leaving Brussels, the only thing running through my head was the experiences I had, the things I was able to see, the fun I had. How it lasted nearly 4 weeks,...

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Coming Home
Aug10

Coming Home

Home. It’s a strange word when you’ve been gone from it for even as short a time as 5 weeks. Sometimes it’s a good feeling to be home, sometimes it’s not. More often than not, it’s bittersweet. Honestly, that’s how it is for me. It’s nice to come home to my family and friends, but I will miss almost everything about living in another country. For me the word home meant my dorm in Worcester...

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