Going to España
Jun15

Going to España

From the day I was born two things were predetermined by my parents: that I would go to college and that I would study abroad. Fortunately, as I grew up I agreed with their ideals fostering a love of both education and travel. The only questions I had to determine were where would I want to go and when? After much research I decided upon going to Spain with the UA led engineering program over the summer as this time period worked out...

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You Better Belize It!
Jun15

You Better Belize It!

A few days after my graduation, I arrived at the Atlanta Airport. I departed from Atlanta to Belize for Dr. Steinberg’s summer class called “Rainforests, Reefs, and Ruins.” The three hour plane ride to Belize City was followed by a 6 hour bus ride to southern Belize. Looking out the bus window, you could watch the landscape transform from a flat, dry savanna into limestone outcrops and mountains covered in dense rainforests. I finally...

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School, Paris, and Cannes
Jun15

School, Paris, and Cannes

School Once we settled into Paris for a few days, the reality hit: school. I was excited because I was very familiar with the teachers and their personalities. I was always down to learn a little about Public Relations. I was taking two classes during the day, and one class would serve as an online experimental class. That class would consist of me going out into Paris, and also visiting a Public Relations firm (Porter Novelli). I...

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J’aime Paris
Jun15

J’aime Paris

When I first arrived to Paris, France I was definitely the ideal tourist. I had my phone out at every moment, gazing at the beauty of the city, making sure to capture every aspect. I was beyond ready to indulge in the French culture. I must say that I wasn’t too nervous, I was simply just excited and ready to hit the ground running because I knew that I wouldn’t have much time to spend here. When I first arrived I...

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El fin
Jun15

El fin

And just like that, it’s over. The day I’ve dreaded is here, taking me by the hand, yanking me to a place I don’t wish to go. I write this with a cloudy mind, misty eyes, somewhere over the Atlantic. I write this with an inexplicable heaviness, burdened by the weight of too many goodbyes. I write this with a deep fear, as well as a profound hope, that I will never be able to return to the life I knew before I sat...

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