Mente Abierta, Estómago Lleno

An open mind and a full stomach. According to our Spanish orientation professor, these are two necessities for a great semester in Madrid. If this first week has served as any indication of what my semester will be like, he is absolutely right (see: amazing food courtesy of my host mom and this wonderful city). …

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3, 1, 5 – Madrid, here I come

I bet you're thinking I've forgotten how to count down from 3. Although plausible, thankfully, this is not the case [yet]. 3 days. 1 year. 5 months. Just three short days remain until one year of planning results in five months of studying abroad in Madrid. Planning this trip involved sifting through the plethora of …

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On Purple Pens and the Trap of Uniformity

I have a problem. In my room at home I have a pink dollhouse bookcase (yes, I found the exact same 15-year old bookcase still being sold in Target). The bookcase itself, however, is not the problem. The problem is what lies above the shelf of dusty test prep books and below the shelf of jewelry stands- a row of half-used …

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Mixed Martial What!?

Comfort zones are strange things. They entail walls that are entirely self-constructed, yet breaking out of them is a momentous and joyful occasion. Why it is so satisfying to break through something that simply exists due to one's own mental inflexibility will remain a mystery to me; nonetheless, this is exactly the journey I undertook this …

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