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January 7, 2008

Coming Home

My most unforgettable memory during my stint in Washington was when I went to New York City to interview an anchor on the Today Show for a class profile assignment. Never in a million years would I have imagained myself in that position, and I was able to meet so many of my journliastic idols. This semester taught me that if you want something bad enough you had to go after it, otherwise the opportunity is just going to pass. When I had to call up my interviewee I was so nervous but after realizing the worst thing she could say to me was "no" I realized I had nothing to lose. I strongly suggest that students study abroad during their four years in college. They only have experiences and memories to gain, so why not? For me, it made me a lot more independent, tenacious, confident and prepared for the real world. Since I am going into journalism it was good for me to gain an inside perspective of the industry and realize what I have to do to be successful. If I could study abroad again I would in a second, I think it is a wonderful way to expand your horizens and learn more about yourself.

January 5, 2008

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I dont know if I could pick one stand alone memory from this entire trip, but if I had to I would pick the last night that I really hung out with my three best friends from this trip. I couldnt get the picture to upload, but one night my friends and I stood outside of the train station in Angers, put a camera on self-timer, and took about 45 picutures of us together, jumping up and down. For me, in a nonacademic sense, this experience was worth it when I met these girls because they have changed my life, just like this experience has. I have learned so much French while in France and its still shocking that its over, but more so I have grown as a person
I think that any study abroad experiences are extremely beneficial in a non-academic sense because as much as I have grown in my french speaking skills, I have grown as a person just as much or even more. And that is an amazing thing. I will never forget this experience and all that I have learned from it, academic and non academic.

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The one stand alone memory of this trip for me was exploring London with my boyfriend and his friend. My boyfriends best friend in highschool, David, is originally from England but he has lived all over the world due to his father's job. He is living in England again just after graduating from uni and he lives just south of London. We met up with him around Thanksgiving and had the most incredible few days. Although David hasn't been to London tons of times, he still knew how to get around the easiest and quickest ways and was able to show us nearly the entire city within a few days. If we wouldn't have had him with us we wouldn't have been able to see even 1/2 of what we were able to see. For accomodation we simply made the hour trip back to David's house where we slept and his mother made us breakfast. I've been to David's house in the states and his house in England was so different. It was so interesting to see the differences in how he lived in the states and in the UK. Although his house in the US was bigger, his house in the UK ismuch more expensive. He still lives with his mother and father even though he just graduated uni. His older brothers also do. It's not like the US where as soon as possible you move out from your parents house and begin to live on your own... they take things a little more slowly and relaxed over there -- it's not rush, rush, rush.
I think the greatest learning and growing experiences come in a non-academic form from studying abroad. The most amazing thing that I have learned from my overall experience is that fundamentally, we are all the same, living on the same earth, hoping for the same general things. Yes, each region of the world has its own unique culture and way of life, but no matter where you go at the core we are all very similar. Even though people are living in different time zones all over the world, time is essentially relative and we're all living in the same time. Even though people are scattered all throughout the world and are adapted to their own environment, way of life, culture, etc., we all share a commonality as humans living on this earth in relation to it and eachother.

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On an academic level, I had an incredible experience. I had the opportunity to study at a large university with a multitude of classes in subjects I never knew existed, and I got to experience what a foreign education system is like. However, on a social level, I wish I had known more about the university before I arrived. Perhaps then I wouldn't have been as shocked by the incredible amount of binge drinking that takes place every weekend, or the fact that there isn't much else to do in the area. Maybe I would have realized how much more expensive everything is in Australia, and I might have been able to raise enough money to leave Townsville more than once. I never appreciated Allegheny's Late Night program until I attended a school where the "late night" program was listening to drunk people fall down the stairs.
That said, I did enjoy the experience. I learned what sort of environment is not the best for me, and what it takes to overcome a situation in which I am not comfortable. The study abroad experience has definite non-academic benefits - people have the opportunity to learn who they are when they are away from those people who know them best.
My "stand-alone memory" is actually somewhat stereotypical of my study abroad environment - I will always remember walking across campus one sunny afternoon to see half a dozen wallabies enjoying the sunshine and gorgeous weather. They serve as a reminder that life is meant to be enjoyed, not stressed over and regretted.

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Going into a new experience is always scary, and no matter what, I don’t think it’s ever possible to be entirely prepared for what lies ahead. When I was sitting on the plane in Buffalo, waiting to go to New York City to meet my group to fly to Spain, I suddenly panicked because I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I had only flown once before, and never by myself, and I had never left North America. Being on another continent for an entire semester was something that I never thought I would experience, and the fear of the unknown completely freaked me out. Little did I know, I had nothing to be afraid of because at the end of the semester I would come home with a completely different outlook on life and a much greater sense of independence and confidence, both in myself and in my ability to defend my beliefs. At the end, traveling was no big deal; it made me become a lot more independent.

People had told me that I wouldn’t understand how much studying abroad would change me until I had actually experienced it and returned home. I definitely agree; it’s really hard to predict how something will turn out when you go into it completely open-minded. I went into this experience with an open mind and didn’t really have any specific expectations. I wanted to learn through my experiences, and not just through my classes. I knew that I would learn some useful information in my classes, but I didn’t go to Spain for that; I went for the overall experience. So if my only expectation was to experience Spanish culture first-hand, I succeeded. I think that’s the mentality you have to have in situations like this. You have to be willing to leave your inhibitions behind and just jump into a new culture. I think studying abroad would be beneficial to anyone; it teaches you so much about yourself and you change so much in the process. Even if you decide to study abroad without technically going abroad, the experience would still be worth it because you would still be thrown into an unfamiliar situation and would be able to learn just as much. Academics are an important aspect of studying abroad, but I don’t think the classroom education is the main focus, nor should it be. It can help make the connection to the culture and give students background information about the culture in which they are living, but it shouldn’t be the only aspect that someone takes away from study abroad.

January 4, 2008

Coming Home

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The most concrete memory that I have brought home with me this semster is the difference of mentalities between one country to another. I had always been told that French professors don’t consider their students to be “gifted and special” like our friendly American professors, rather they believe that no one is good enough to get a 100% let alone an 80%. As much as I already knew this, the reality of the situation never really hit me until I got a grade back in one of my classes and was horrified with my evaluation. While being in France was fantastic, it really made me appreciate the US. You never really realize what you miss until you don’t have it; kind of the grass is always greener type thing. While being away people always ask me do you miss your school in the states? And I reply: “ya, I really miss the people.” I have had some really great professors at Allegheny, and I believe it is important to have a good student-teacher relationship, and having French professors made me realize that they have a totally different mentality in regards to this situation. And that’s alright, it’s their method, and it is good to experience different teaching methods, because it’s another preparatory device for the future even if it can be a challenge to accept. Study-abroad is an opportunity that is incomparable with anything else. And not just in an academic sense. To truly understand a country and its people, one has to live there and learn the customs and habits of the citizens; find out what’s popular and what’s taboo. I had a pretty good grasp of the French culture when I first got to Angers, but after having lived there for a semester, I started to notice regional differences I had never picked up on before such as the variety of accents, people’s natures, and just little details that an average tourist might not catch on to right away. I would definitely recommend study abroad to anyone, and that they go into it with an open mind and an open heart.

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It is almost impossible for me to give one stand alone memory that I took with me from Australia. Everything that I got to experience with the people I met there were the most amazing times. I still talk to my abroad friends alot. It really surprised me how close I could become to people after only a few months, but I would now consider them some of my best friends. My fondest memories are those from traveling on our weekend trips. Deciding last minute to go to mission beach and skydive without having a place to stay and spending almost all night with all of our things outside of the shell gas station, learning to drive (or at least trying to drive) stick shift in a doorless roofless moke jeep on the wrong side of the road, and standing in line in Melbourne for a half and hour even though we had no idea what we were in line for until we got to the counter and found out what dim sims were. My favorite times were all of those adventures I had that weren’t planned. The most fun was when we just would see what we could find. I am usually a very organized person that would die without my day planner, and that is why I think I learned so much from this trip. I didn’t have a day planner or any plan at all. Every minute in Australia was open for me to learn and grow. This is why I think it is so beneficial for students to study abroad. You come home a different person. While you do take classes, you learn from the experiences outside of the classroom. I can honestly say I have never been so sure of myself in my life. The time away from everyday life teaches you more about yourself then you would ever learn living your life day to day. For me, it helped so much to step outside of my life to find out what I really want in my life. Studying abroad lets you look at the world differently and opens your mind to things you never imagined were possible.

January 2, 2008

Coming Home

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I think that this experience has been so meaningful and different that I don’t have just one stand out memory. It was a lot of things that made a difference and that I have taken back with me. Such as recognizing the importance of family, and slowing the pace of life. I appreciated the antiquity of the cathedral and learned to not be in such a rush, and to not take the beauty around me for granted. I think during this time I grew as a person; I became more independent by traveling and living in another culture but also I became stronger in standing up for what I believe in and in differentiating myself from others.

I think study abroad programs are very important. A book I read said that Allegheny College is one of those institutions where you come in as a freshman being one person and you graduate as someone else. This experience truly does change you. I think experiential learning is more important because you are fully engaged and participating in a culture which is more than just reading about people and places in a book. And for me this is where and how I learn the best. These programs should not only be encouraged but maybe even mandatory in some way. Whether it is an EL seminar during the summer or a full semester I think these experiences make us better students and people.

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January 1, 2008

Coming Home

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The one memory that I will never forget about this trip to France is this view. The first day I came, when I finally got out of the airport, off the train, lugging around over 120 pounds of luggage, after being up for almost 48 hours straight, not eating for about 12 straight, stepping out of the train station and seeing this sight made me cry. The only thing I could think was, "I'm home." It was a knee-jerk response, and I knew it was right. It's for this reason that I know study abroad programs are valuable non-academically. I have learned how to properly pack for a year abroad. I have learned more French. I have learned about cultural differences. I have learned how to stand up for myself, even when dealing with language barriers. I have gained more pride in my own country. Most of all, I have learned how to be an adult. And this picture will always remind me of my first adult "home."

December 31, 2007

Coming Home

As my friend Pip and I wander through the pedestrian dominated back-roads of Chester, freezing under our winter coats, we decide to pop into a pub and order drinks to escape the cold December air. After some deliberation, we eventually find a restaurant where we can soak up the grease of authentic English meals. Our tummies filled with bangers and mash, fish and chips, and mushy peas, we venture out to the street again. As we walk along the Roman walls with the sun setting in the distance, I stop for a moment and glance at the people below us, busy completing their holiday shopping, too wrapped up with material concerns to take note of their surroundings. Mothers hurriedly drag their children past the Christmas displays, no doubt uneasy about the late hour and the need to cook dinner. They were moving so fast. Everyone was moving was fast.

I stare at their carelessness.

A minute passes; my eyes continue to scan the crowd. And then, frantically, defensively, as if to justify my own use of time, I begin to recall memories of my time in England over the last five months...Ballroom dancing to MIKA, drifting off in the backseat of a standard shift, trash talking as playing cards fly in the pursuit of victory, tossing Euros over our right shoulder to ensure our return to Rome, Guy Fawkes sparklers, candy apples, Mavis hot tea, HobNobs, muddy shoes in an English field once inhabited by Gypsies, hiking through the Lake District, late night talks in a grungy kitchen, sketching in an Amsterdam café, seeing Wicked in London, getting ready to go out, stumbling back, learning the art of pool, Thanksgiving multi-colored, cardboard turkey feathers, the tension of Cranium, standing in awe of the endless amount of artwork in the Louvre, terrified and lost in the suburbs of Paris, reevaluating why I believe what I believe, the sound of the choir in a Dublin cathedral, the way I felt when I was with my friends.

I close my eyes, forget the people in front of me, and let the memories wash over me like a flood. We walk on.

December 29, 2007

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December 27, 2007

Comming Home

I have lots of great memories from my semester abroad. Perhaps one of my fondest memories of Cologne is the Sunday that I went to the stadium to see a soccer game with my host family, went to a youth mass, after which the priest invited the attendees to go to the bar with him, and then for dinner that evening my host family and I ate stuffed pig’s stomach. Soccer, beer with a priest after church, and pig’s stomach: a winning combination.

The things that I learned outside of the classroom will be more helpful to me in the long-run. After completing my program in Cologne, I have become a more independent, responsible, adaptable, and open person.

December 26, 2007

Coming Home

There is never any one memory which turns out to be more prominent then the others; only stories that are told over and over. When asked about my experiences and life in Köln, one of the things I am most likely to talk about is the time I spent hanging out with my host sister. She and I got to know each other pretty well and we had such a good time watching movies and just talking.

I absolutely believe that there are non-academic benefits involved in an exchange program. The majority of benefits, in my opinion, have nothing to do with academics. The experiences and memories that come with such a program far out weigh any academic achievements. The ability and strength it takes to get something more than academia out of an exchange is the entire reason to participate.

December 23, 2007

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December 22, 2007

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So, as this semester comes to a close, I'd like you to think of a couple of things. First, what is the one stand-alone memory of this trip that you will be taking home with you? Second, do you believe that study away programs at other institutions are beneficial in a non-academic sense? Explain your answer.

Please limit your response to two screens of text, and include pictures.

DUE DATE: JAN. 4, 2008

December 21, 2007

lessons you can't learn in a classroom

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My best memory is when I was coming from Kianjokoma back to Nairobi and my host father picked me up at the matatu stop. This moment was better than game drives in Nakuru game reserve, or going into the Mount Kenya forest with the medical students and three armed policemen. The reason this is such a good memory is that I was very alone in Kianjokoma, everyone liked speaking their tribal language, of which I only knew greeting and the words come and go. People there treated me like I was a 7 year old girl and didn’t think that I could do anything. I was the first white person that most people had seen and I spent most of my time there trying to dispel all of the misconceptions they had about white people such as: all white people are rich, they can’t walk long distances or stand for long periods of time, they have servants to do all the work for them so they can’t cook or use a knife without cutting themselves, they can’t climb fences, they have met and intimately know all of the Americans who appear on movies. When I got to Nairobi I was instantly accepted back into my host family and felt comfortable. They spoke English and could understand me when I spoke English and they didn’t treat me differently just because I was white. I was finally treated as an equal and it was the best feeling.
Study abroad programs I would think teach you the least about academics. I mean yes I did attend classes and learn a lot in my classes. But better than sitting in a classroom was coming home and discussing with my host family about the things I learned about in class, like colonialism, and getting their opinion of it. I learned about different cultures, even the reasons for such practices as female genital manipulation. I learned a lot about myself and how I handle situations. I learned I have the ability to get through 6 weeks of having virtually no independence and easily go back to life in Nairobi where I can go wherever I want. I learned more about how countries affect one another: Kenya has a democracy because the must in order to get funding from other countries, and they have a multi party political system so the US will give them money. I learned all of the problems that come from relying on foreign aid as well as having a government that was not created by your own people (Kenya was given independence, a government system, as well as a constitution from the British). I also learned that my tax money goes to Kenya through USAID to supply free ARVs to people in Kianjokoma and elsewhere around the country. These are things that even if I learned them in the classroom they wouldn’t have as much impact. I also am beginning to learn the real meaning of poverty from seeing the slums in Kibera, where people walk hours to work in the factory and where their means consist of kale and ugali which is maze meal mixed with water to form something that is kinda like thick mashed potatoes, only harder, and that is if they are lucky. In Kibera people get their water from streams like the one in the picture, and then do not have the money to go to clinics and cure the diseases they get from drinking that water. I have seen people picking through the garbage of the houses I am staying in hoping to find a little bit of food scraps they can eat. This is not something anyone can be taught, it is something that must be experienced.