It is finally my turn
Jul12

It is finally my turn

Growing up, one of the only college experiences that I heard from my parents was their study abroad trip. They still, to this day, refer to it as the best months of their lives. There was never a doubt in my mind that I wanted to go abroad. My parents have been training me for this since I was young. For starters I was put in a dual language class, which basically is elementary school taught in Spanish. Second I have been a trained...

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Coming home
Jul12

Coming home

I was surprised with how sad I felt leaving Nicaragua. While the heat sometimes felt unbearable, there was something about the people and the culture there that made it all worth it. When I said goodbye to my host mom, she started crying and thanked us for visiting her country. Nicaragua is an under appreciated country that is home to some of the kindest and most caring people I have ever met. I feel blessed to have been able to spend...

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Sad Seoul
Jul12

Sad Seoul

안녕 Sitting in a coffee shop in the middle of Seoul and finally realizing that in exactly a month, I will be back in Alabama, is filling me with nothing but sadness. It seems impossible that four months have already passed of my study abroad experience, and it is now coming to an end. Before I left America, I knew I would have a good time in Seoul, but you can never truly know what to expect until you are actually emerged in the city...

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Italy!
Jul12

Italy!

Since I was little, I always imagined that I would live in the United States for my entire life. I know the language, the culture, and the best vacation destinations. I always envisioned the extent of my international experience to be restricted to vacations only. Living in another country? Impossible! Turns out, a three-week, faculty-led study abroad program in Italy can change your mind completely. I often find myself saying...

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That One Time I Lived in France
Jul12

That One Time I Lived in France

So here I am sitting on my bedroom floor, back in Mississippi after a long day of traveling. My suitcase is not unpacked, my parents are trying desperately to keep their excitement of me being home in check (it’s still very obvious of course), and I can’t seem to make myself do anything than look through pictures of the past month that I’ve already looked at 10 times on the way home. Culture shock definitely affected me when I arrived...

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