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(01/04/18 4:33am)
It all started on a Monday morning. In hindsight, this was probably quite predictable — Mondays never go well. Exams were over, my suitcases were packed and I was about to catch a flight back to England to see my family, friends and dogs again after four months apart. I arrived at the airport in plenty of time, bags in hand and overly cheerful for 9 a.m. on a Monday, only to see the word “cancelled” accompanying my flight number.
(12/12/17 3:36am)
Three months ago, I packed my life into one ridiculously-large suitcase, wept goodbye to my family and dogs and began my 12-hour journey to America. I cheerfully waved goodbye to the rainy, English weather passing by my airplane window and settled into my new life as a student in sunny Virginia. Every day since then has been a new experience — a life full of sports games, frat parties and — less fortunately — a considerable amount of work. With Christmas break fast approaching, I’m now realizing that I’ll be experiencing reverse culture shock when I return to my small village in the countryside, after adapting to an American way of life.
(11/06/17 4:40am)
It feels like just yesterday I was wheeling my suitcase through Grounds, getting lost and sweating in what felt like 100 percent humidity. Somehow November is already upon us, which means my year of studying abroad is almost halfway through. I’ve been swept up in the initial craziness of the semester — making friends, joining extracurricular activities and juggling the intense workload. But I’ve recently realised that I’ve fallen into the trap of a routine when I should be making the most of my year abroad. So, last Friday, I set myself a challenge to do something new every day for a week.
(10/23/17 4:04am)
As a 20-year-old woman, I’d say I’m still in the early stages of the dating game. I consider myself fairly lucky to have met all of my previous boyfriends in person first and built a friendship before a relationship. But this year, I found myself newly single and naïve to the modern dating world. I went through the normal phases of a break-up — the initial sadness and refusal to get out of bed, followed by consuming enough chocolate to feed a small town for a week — let’s not talk about that — and drinking too much wine and announcing that “I’m never speaking to another boy again.” Finally, my friends convinced me to “get back out there” and “take my mind off it” and download Tinder.
(10/09/17 2:08am)
It’s been over a month since I moved from England to Virginia for my year abroad. American chick flicks are my guilty pleasure. So, I automatically assumed I’d be walking onto the set of “Mean Girls” — navigating different cliques, figuring out American boys and desperately trying to find something pink to wear on Wednesdays. It’s safe to say my expectations were set relatively high. Even though I knew that not all stereotypes are real — come on guys, Brits don’t actually bathe in tea or play croquet with the Queen — I still had many preconceived notions for my university experience in the United States.
(09/24/17 7:53pm)
Whether you’re a first-year who’s just moved to the University from an hour away or a third-year exchange student like myself — who’s moved 3,700 miles away from the small village you call home in England — feeling homesick is likely to affect us all at some point while we’re away at school. By the time you’ve ridden the initial wave of craziness in the first few weeks — meetings and parties, fresher’s events and lectures, getting lost and finding friends, all merging into an inextricable blur — the homesickness starts to kick in.