I'm terrible at keeping this damn thing up-to-date. I apologize for that. In fact, I have a post that's basically finished that I wrote back in May, but it's virtually irrelevant. So much has happened since my last update, and rather than make it a full post like I had planned to do with my previous post, I'm just going to sum it up rather quickly:
My Spring Semester could have been described in a number of words, but in the end, I have to admit that I was proud of myself. I was taking six classes and managed to achieve Dean's List once again, with an even higher GPA than my Fall Semester. If I can maintain at least a 3.5 and stay on Dean's List, I'll be happy—but I definitely surpassed that this semester :]
In terms for summer plans, I've wound up staying at home. I briefly considered going out to Cape Cod and looking for a summer job, but I was fortunate enough to find a job back home in Oxford and I could not love it any more than I already do. I have an amazing boss who respects me and trusts me, and I'm learning a lot from him, too.
For those of you that don't know, I am working at a liquor store in town, which has a number of advantages. The most important, I feel, is that I am getting to learn so much about wine which will help me later on in life, once I'm 21 and such!
Anyway, I apologize for the brevity of this post and the sporadicness, but i've been up for the better part of the last 72 hours and feel pretty dazed. I'm currently typing this from my bed in Arizona. I flew out today to spend some quality time with my grandma, and drive her from Phoenix to Cape Cod, Mass. It is going to be an experience, and I am sure that there will be a lot to talk about over the next week and a half. I cannot guarantee a post every day, as I may not be exposed to wifi. However, I have an actual journal/notepad with me so I can write there and transfer later :]
Hope all is well. I'll be sure to make a more meaningful post when I'm a bit more coherent!
Ciao1
-N.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
The Final Stretch
I believe there's a certain sense of irony in the fact that I'm just starting this post at 12:30am, when I have mountains of homework that I should be doing.
Maybe it isn't irony, I don't really know. I tend to think everything is a bit ironic in its own way, even if it isn't.
To say that a lot has happened this past semester would be an understatement.
To say that a lot has happened this past year would be an even bigger one.
Sometimes I feel a bit guilty that I am so happy here at Roanoke College. When I step back and really try to think about it, I find it's difficult to explain to people, and I have to be very careful when talking about my college experience thus far, because it has been very unique. There have been ups, and there have been downs, but I feel like I must stress the fact that I do not regret a moment of it. There have been some difficult times, yes, but I have absolutely loved every moment--from the day I committed to Franklin College, to the time I decided I needed to transfer, from the time I accepted Roanoke's (second) offer, to tonight, as I sit in Lucas once again to type out another blog post. I sometimes feel that I make it sound like Franklin was a terrible experience and a waste of my time, and that wasn't the case at all. Yes, the school had some issues, but what school doesn't? Yes, I was not as happy as I am now, but there was a lot going on all at once. However, I have had some of the greatest experiences of my life at Franklin, and have made some friends that I truly believe will be a part of my life for the rest of my life. (Yes, Kaitlin, Emily, and Michelle, I'm talking to you! Greece Part __ will have to happen soon.) So while I may roll my eyes and laugh when someone asks why I transferred from Switzerland, please don't think that I regret it, or that it was a waste of time or money, or anything like that. Because I firmly believe that a large part of why I am who I am today is from those experiences. I credit Franklin for sparking my (initial hate, and then) passion of feminism and equality. Such a global setting, and such diverse people have allowed me to open my mind to a whole new realm of possibilities that I may not have considered if I kept myself in such a closed environment. And that's only one part of it. So much has happened in these past few semesters, months, years!
This has been an adventure that I am so proud to look back on. I don't know many people that can say they had their parents drop them off at an JFK International and just let them go the way my parents did. I'm sure ya'll are tired of reading me thank my parents as much as I do, but I really cannot imagine where I would be if I didn't have such amazing parents that believed in me and bent over backwards to try and give me the best opportunities possible. In fact, I could argue that this entire adventure really began back in 8th grade, when Mom and Dad agreed to let me go to St. Joe's. I don't think I would have ended up where I am, Franklin or Roanoke really, if it hadn't been for St. Joe's.
It's funny, really, because I look back and it seems that most every place I've "left" has ended on a relatively poor note, but the longer I find myself "away" from that place, the more it means to me, and the stronger that connection becomes. I'd be lying if I said my last few months at SJ were enjoyable. The lame duck period of being accepted to college yet having to wait for that chapter to begin was agony. But if I am back in Connecticut for any period of time and don't make it back to SJ, I feel like I'm missing something.
I laugh now, because I remember rolling my eyes at all the "Come home to Joe" speeches I heard over the years, and here I am, two years later, coming home every time. I will always be a Cadet, and I will continue Coming Home to Joe whenever I have the opportunity, because St. Joseph's High School shaped my character and my identity in such a way, that I feel obligated to go back, as a sort of thank you to those that have helped me get to where I am today. People like Mme. Marcucci, Ms. Broderick, Mrs. Cardillo, and Ms. Lowell. And especially Mrs. Green. These teachers showed me the potential I had and inspired me to do well, and I owe them more than I could ever express through words.
Anyway, I feel like I always start these updates with a purpose and I end up miles from that point by the time I'm done. So I'll try to bring it back to the present, and wrap it up quickly since it's nearly 1:00AM and I have some American Literature to be reading!
While Franklin College was an exceptional experience, Roanoke College has offered me so many opportunities in the past eight months, and I can really see myself thriving here. This community (another concept that I laughed at when I first got to St. Joe's) is so strong and so real that I want to be a part of it, and I want to be remembered as someone that was, and is, a part of this community. I have not yet been in Salem, Virginia for a full year, yet I find the same sense of pride that I feel for St. Joe's here. I am so proud to be a Maroon (I couldn't even escape St. Joe's colors!) and I want Roanoke College to be proud to have me as a Maroon, too.
Today I had the opportunity to attend an Awards ceremony, and had no idea what I was there to receive. As I walked in, I sat down next to a fellow Creative Writing major, and she asked if I had known about "the other award I received."
"I don't even know why I'm here," I responded. I was too anxious with how underdressed I felt because I had come from class and was in a polo and jeans. ("At least I decided to change out of my flannel, huh?" I commented to a friend later on.)
I began flipping through the program of all the students that had received awards, and finally came to the English section. The first one I noticed was the "Charles C. Wise Poetry Award" an "award, made possible by an anonymous donor, for an original poem judged outstanding by the member of the English Department. I was fortunate enough to take First Place in this contest, and my work will be featured in Roanoke College's Literary Magazine, On Concept's Edge.
Secondly, I noticed another award with my name beside it:
"Literary Studies Outstanding Sophomore Performance Award"
This is "an award recognizing an outstanding sophomore major in Literary Studies, chosen by the Literary Studies faculty, who shows a high degree of promise in the field. For the award, students must have completed twelve course units; must have completed or be in the process of completing four courses in the major; and must have an overall GPA of 3.0. The name of each year's winner will be inscribed on a perpetual plaque and the designated student will receive a cash award."
As I was listening to our department chair describe the award, I learned that this was the first year this particular award was awarded, making me the first recipient. Therefore, when this plaque is created, I shall be the first recipient. I am now a part of history here at Roanoke College.
I don't like to praise myself for my accomplishments that often. I like to think of myself as being a rather humble person, or modest at least. I find it awkward to just glorify myself for all of my accomplishments, and I find that I don't particularly care for people that consistently need to one-up or undermine another person for his or her achievements; so why would I want to be that person?
However, I would like to think, and hope, that I do not come across in such a way.
Instead, I feel like this is something that means so much to me. I have had a very difficult time in the past qualifying myself as having anything worthwhile to contribute to a larger community. Throughout school I performed decently, but was never acknowledged for my effort (which was arguably half-assed so I never assumed any recognition). At Franklin, I again, performed well, but I didn't necessarily have the Global Awareness drive that many of those people had. Sure, I loved traveling (still do) and loved having the exposure to so many different cultures, but I was never really part of a standout crowd there. I just did what I needed to to get by.
Roanoke is different. I feel like the Creative Writing program is helping my achieve new levels of personal success. I credit Paul Hanstedt, my Creative Writing and Composition Theory professor for helping me find that authority and renew my confidence in myself, which was something I lost long, long ago. I never would have imagined myself entering a poetry contest before meeting Paul (or Anna, who ultimately pushed me to enter the contest.) Even though I was a creative writing major, I didn't think people actually wanted to read my work. But Paul showed me that I had potential, that I was good at what I loved, and that it was worth pursuing.
So here I am, nearing the final weeks of my first year here at Roanoke, and I could not be happier. Sometimes it's hard to remember that the small things aren't the most important--there will always be drama with peers, and disagreements on group assignments, but here at Roanoke College, I am finding myself. I am excelling in my studies, in my major, in my social relationships. I got a job at the Writing Center for next year, and will be helping students improve their writing, and I even applied to be a Resident Assistent (RA) too! I should find out sometime this week how that went, so wish me luck there.
Things are going incredibly well here. I'm not ready for them to change, and I hope things end on a good note this semester, and I am able to pick right back up in the fall. But I don't want to think about that just yet. One day at a time, one assignment at a time.
On that note, I'm off to read some Robert Frost. I bid thee farewell, until next time. And thank you all, again, for your continued support. It really does mean the world to me.
Best,
Nick
Maybe it isn't irony, I don't really know. I tend to think everything is a bit ironic in its own way, even if it isn't.
To say that a lot has happened this past semester would be an understatement.
To say that a lot has happened this past year would be an even bigger one.
Sometimes I feel a bit guilty that I am so happy here at Roanoke College. When I step back and really try to think about it, I find it's difficult to explain to people, and I have to be very careful when talking about my college experience thus far, because it has been very unique. There have been ups, and there have been downs, but I feel like I must stress the fact that I do not regret a moment of it. There have been some difficult times, yes, but I have absolutely loved every moment--from the day I committed to Franklin College, to the time I decided I needed to transfer, from the time I accepted Roanoke's (second) offer, to tonight, as I sit in Lucas once again to type out another blog post. I sometimes feel that I make it sound like Franklin was a terrible experience and a waste of my time, and that wasn't the case at all. Yes, the school had some issues, but what school doesn't? Yes, I was not as happy as I am now, but there was a lot going on all at once. However, I have had some of the greatest experiences of my life at Franklin, and have made some friends that I truly believe will be a part of my life for the rest of my life. (Yes, Kaitlin, Emily, and Michelle, I'm talking to you! Greece Part __ will have to happen soon.) So while I may roll my eyes and laugh when someone asks why I transferred from Switzerland, please don't think that I regret it, or that it was a waste of time or money, or anything like that. Because I firmly believe that a large part of why I am who I am today is from those experiences. I credit Franklin for sparking my (initial hate, and then) passion of feminism and equality. Such a global setting, and such diverse people have allowed me to open my mind to a whole new realm of possibilities that I may not have considered if I kept myself in such a closed environment. And that's only one part of it. So much has happened in these past few semesters, months, years!
This has been an adventure that I am so proud to look back on. I don't know many people that can say they had their parents drop them off at an JFK International and just let them go the way my parents did. I'm sure ya'll are tired of reading me thank my parents as much as I do, but I really cannot imagine where I would be if I didn't have such amazing parents that believed in me and bent over backwards to try and give me the best opportunities possible. In fact, I could argue that this entire adventure really began back in 8th grade, when Mom and Dad agreed to let me go to St. Joe's. I don't think I would have ended up where I am, Franklin or Roanoke really, if it hadn't been for St. Joe's.
It's funny, really, because I look back and it seems that most every place I've "left" has ended on a relatively poor note, but the longer I find myself "away" from that place, the more it means to me, and the stronger that connection becomes. I'd be lying if I said my last few months at SJ were enjoyable. The lame duck period of being accepted to college yet having to wait for that chapter to begin was agony. But if I am back in Connecticut for any period of time and don't make it back to SJ, I feel like I'm missing something.
I laugh now, because I remember rolling my eyes at all the "Come home to Joe" speeches I heard over the years, and here I am, two years later, coming home every time. I will always be a Cadet, and I will continue Coming Home to Joe whenever I have the opportunity, because St. Joseph's High School shaped my character and my identity in such a way, that I feel obligated to go back, as a sort of thank you to those that have helped me get to where I am today. People like Mme. Marcucci, Ms. Broderick, Mrs. Cardillo, and Ms. Lowell. And especially Mrs. Green. These teachers showed me the potential I had and inspired me to do well, and I owe them more than I could ever express through words.
Anyway, I feel like I always start these updates with a purpose and I end up miles from that point by the time I'm done. So I'll try to bring it back to the present, and wrap it up quickly since it's nearly 1:00AM and I have some American Literature to be reading!
While Franklin College was an exceptional experience, Roanoke College has offered me so many opportunities in the past eight months, and I can really see myself thriving here. This community (another concept that I laughed at when I first got to St. Joe's) is so strong and so real that I want to be a part of it, and I want to be remembered as someone that was, and is, a part of this community. I have not yet been in Salem, Virginia for a full year, yet I find the same sense of pride that I feel for St. Joe's here. I am so proud to be a Maroon (I couldn't even escape St. Joe's colors!) and I want Roanoke College to be proud to have me as a Maroon, too.
Today I had the opportunity to attend an Awards ceremony, and had no idea what I was there to receive. As I walked in, I sat down next to a fellow Creative Writing major, and she asked if I had known about "the other award I received."
"I don't even know why I'm here," I responded. I was too anxious with how underdressed I felt because I had come from class and was in a polo and jeans. ("At least I decided to change out of my flannel, huh?" I commented to a friend later on.)
I began flipping through the program of all the students that had received awards, and finally came to the English section. The first one I noticed was the "Charles C. Wise Poetry Award" an "award, made possible by an anonymous donor, for an original poem judged outstanding by the member of the English Department. I was fortunate enough to take First Place in this contest, and my work will be featured in Roanoke College's Literary Magazine, On Concept's Edge.
Secondly, I noticed another award with my name beside it:
"Literary Studies Outstanding Sophomore Performance Award"
This is "an award recognizing an outstanding sophomore major in Literary Studies, chosen by the Literary Studies faculty, who shows a high degree of promise in the field. For the award, students must have completed twelve course units; must have completed or be in the process of completing four courses in the major; and must have an overall GPA of 3.0. The name of each year's winner will be inscribed on a perpetual plaque and the designated student will receive a cash award."
As I was listening to our department chair describe the award, I learned that this was the first year this particular award was awarded, making me the first recipient. Therefore, when this plaque is created, I shall be the first recipient. I am now a part of history here at Roanoke College.
I don't like to praise myself for my accomplishments that often. I like to think of myself as being a rather humble person, or modest at least. I find it awkward to just glorify myself for all of my accomplishments, and I find that I don't particularly care for people that consistently need to one-up or undermine another person for his or her achievements; so why would I want to be that person?
However, I would like to think, and hope, that I do not come across in such a way.
Instead, I feel like this is something that means so much to me. I have had a very difficult time in the past qualifying myself as having anything worthwhile to contribute to a larger community. Throughout school I performed decently, but was never acknowledged for my effort (which was arguably half-assed so I never assumed any recognition). At Franklin, I again, performed well, but I didn't necessarily have the Global Awareness drive that many of those people had. Sure, I loved traveling (still do) and loved having the exposure to so many different cultures, but I was never really part of a standout crowd there. I just did what I needed to to get by.
Roanoke is different. I feel like the Creative Writing program is helping my achieve new levels of personal success. I credit Paul Hanstedt, my Creative Writing and Composition Theory professor for helping me find that authority and renew my confidence in myself, which was something I lost long, long ago. I never would have imagined myself entering a poetry contest before meeting Paul (or Anna, who ultimately pushed me to enter the contest.) Even though I was a creative writing major, I didn't think people actually wanted to read my work. But Paul showed me that I had potential, that I was good at what I loved, and that it was worth pursuing.
So here I am, nearing the final weeks of my first year here at Roanoke, and I could not be happier. Sometimes it's hard to remember that the small things aren't the most important--there will always be drama with peers, and disagreements on group assignments, but here at Roanoke College, I am finding myself. I am excelling in my studies, in my major, in my social relationships. I got a job at the Writing Center for next year, and will be helping students improve their writing, and I even applied to be a Resident Assistent (RA) too! I should find out sometime this week how that went, so wish me luck there.
Things are going incredibly well here. I'm not ready for them to change, and I hope things end on a good note this semester, and I am able to pick right back up in the fall. But I don't want to think about that just yet. One day at a time, one assignment at a time.
On that note, I'm off to read some Robert Frost. I bid thee farewell, until next time. And thank you all, again, for your continued support. It really does mean the world to me.
Best,
Nick
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Jesus and the Dollar
This post is going to be unlike all those before it. It's focus is not about travel or full of photos or about the classes that I'm taking (however, at the midpoint of the semester I am on track to have a 3.68 or better GPA this semester, holla!) No, this is a post to capture just how unfortunately awkward my life can be, and how I react in the most unexpected situations... so I hope you enjoy.
This particular story begins on Tuesday night, around 9:00pm. I had just picked my friend Ally up in Bridgeport, and we were to have a night full of DVR-ed American Idol, Lord of the Rings marathon, and Mexican dip. On our way back to Oxford from "da Port," Ally suggested we get frozen yogurt.
"But it's like 30 degrees, Ally," I said as I backed out of her driveway.
"Well, yeah, but when is froyo ever a bad idea?" she answered.
We decided we would go, and Ally would get her froyo while I would go to Starbucks next door and get a hot beverage because it was like the tundra outside. After we park and get out of my car and this youngish man (maybe a few years old than me?) approaches us. He's wearing a dark beanie, an oversized coat lined with what appears to be some kind of dark fur, and he's clutching what both Ally and I will go on to realize is a large glass bottle of booze. My heart starts to race and I can feel my shoulders tense up as he approaches us.
"You guys have a dollar or anything?"
Ally is silent.
My mind is racing.
"........I will after I leave Starbucks" I stutter out, wishing I could reel the words back into my mouth as I hear them leave my lips.
"Iight, thanks," he says, and retreats to his stoop on the sidewalk.
Ally and I flail and run into the frozen yogurt place, panicking.
"I feel like I owe drug money, and I don't even do drugs!" I whisper to her as she swirls some chocolate cake yogurt into her cup.
"Why did you say anything!?"
"I panicked! Why didn't you say anything?"
At this point, we're "whispering" pretty badly, and I can tell that the three other people (all employees) in the store are judging us; whether it's because we're talking about how I apparently owe drug money or the fact that we came in ten minutes before closing, I'm not sure. As Ally starts putting various toppings on her snack, I glance out the window towards Starbucks.
"Ally..." I start as she swirls on some hot fudge.
"He's watching us."
"What are you--no he's not," she says as she whips her head around to look at the window.
"OHMYGODHESWATCHINGUS" she almost shrieks.
At this point, we're standing in front of the cash register and the girl who's maybe a year older than me is eyeing us suspiciously.
I'm reminded that everytime I come to this froyo place, I'm with Ally, and we're always obnoxiously loud. Oops?
"If you guys are trying to avoid an awkward situation, you can go out our back door," she says.
"Oh, thanks, but uh... my car's right in front of him," I say, as if she knows the situation or who "he" is. I notice my voice is a half-step higher than normal.
"Oh, haha, good because you couldn't actually go out that door," she said. We all laughed as an awkward silence fell over the room.
"Well, thanks, have a good night," Ally and I say as we push open the door to leave.
"Run to Starbucks," she says.
The guy has disappeared, causing both of us to go into mild fits of hysteria.
"Where is he!?"
We compile a list of the most ridiculously possible places he could be:
In starbucks, waiting.
Sitting in front of my car.
Sitting on my car.
Laying under the car ("Watch your ankles when you get in, haven't you heard about people that do that!?" I say to Ally. We laugh).
After obtaining my hazelnut macchiato, we head towards the door. At this point, I am in a full-blown anxiety attack, and we stop at the counter so I can prepare myself because, despite my sincerest of intentions...I didn't actually have a dollar--just twelve cents. I also sent one last tweet incase this was the end.
We come up with a game plan:
Run to the car.
Don't look at him.
Don't speak.
Don't breathe.
Don't. Laugh.
Live.
"Why didn't you just tell him you didn't have a dollar?" Ally asked as we approach the door.
"Because what if it's JESUS, ALLY? What is this is the Second Coming and he's in disguise!"
We push open the door and don't see him as we step outside.
"There he is," I whisper.
He's walking down the middle of the aisle in the parking lot, directly between my car and the two of us.
Ally lets out a guffaw and runs across the parking lot to the car. I don't look at him because I'm focusing too much on remembering how to breathe.
I get to my car door and he's obviously standing three feet away from me, and I break the silence,
"Idon'thaveadollarbutihavesomechangeifyouwant" I slur out as quickly as I can.
He turns to me "No, that's alri- wait do you mean like quarters and shit?"
"No like... twelve cents," I say. I accidentally drop the change as I try to open my car door in a panic.
"Nah that's fine."
I open my car door.
"Wait, do you have like, any cigs or anything?"
"Sorry, I don't smoke," I say as I slam my car door and lock it. Ally shrieks in laughter (and fear).
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" we both scream as I throw the car in reverse.
The guy's disappeared again.
"What if he's on the roof," Ally offers.
"Coming in through the sunroof!" I finish for her.
We drive down the road in silence now. Ally's eating her froyo and I'm still trying to regain feeling in my fingers and regulate my breathing.
"Y'know," I say after a while, "you better hope that wasn't the Second Coming, because if it was you totally just laughed in the face of Jesus."
We throw down the windows and laugh as some God-awful Taylor Swift song starts on the radio.
This particular story begins on Tuesday night, around 9:00pm. I had just picked my friend Ally up in Bridgeport, and we were to have a night full of DVR-ed American Idol, Lord of the Rings marathon, and Mexican dip. On our way back to Oxford from "da Port," Ally suggested we get frozen yogurt.
"But it's like 30 degrees, Ally," I said as I backed out of her driveway.
"Well, yeah, but when is froyo ever a bad idea?" she answered.
We decided we would go, and Ally would get her froyo while I would go to Starbucks next door and get a hot beverage because it was like the tundra outside. After we park and get out of my car and this youngish man (maybe a few years old than me?) approaches us. He's wearing a dark beanie, an oversized coat lined with what appears to be some kind of dark fur, and he's clutching what both Ally and I will go on to realize is a large glass bottle of booze. My heart starts to race and I can feel my shoulders tense up as he approaches us.
"You guys have a dollar or anything?"
Ally is silent.
My mind is racing.
"........I will after I leave Starbucks" I stutter out, wishing I could reel the words back into my mouth as I hear them leave my lips.
"Iight, thanks," he says, and retreats to his stoop on the sidewalk.
Ally and I flail and run into the frozen yogurt place, panicking.
"I feel like I owe drug money, and I don't even do drugs!" I whisper to her as she swirls some chocolate cake yogurt into her cup.
"Why did you say anything!?"
"I panicked! Why didn't you say anything?"
At this point, we're "whispering" pretty badly, and I can tell that the three other people (all employees) in the store are judging us; whether it's because we're talking about how I apparently owe drug money or the fact that we came in ten minutes before closing, I'm not sure. As Ally starts putting various toppings on her snack, I glance out the window towards Starbucks.
"Ally..." I start as she swirls on some hot fudge.
"He's watching us."
"What are you--no he's not," she says as she whips her head around to look at the window.
"OHMYGODHESWATCHINGUS" she almost shrieks.
At this point, we're standing in front of the cash register and the girl who's maybe a year older than me is eyeing us suspiciously.
I'm reminded that everytime I come to this froyo place, I'm with Ally, and we're always obnoxiously loud. Oops?
"If you guys are trying to avoid an awkward situation, you can go out our back door," she says.
"Oh, thanks, but uh... my car's right in front of him," I say, as if she knows the situation or who "he" is. I notice my voice is a half-step higher than normal.
"Oh, haha, good because you couldn't actually go out that door," she said. We all laughed as an awkward silence fell over the room.
"Well, thanks, have a good night," Ally and I say as we push open the door to leave.
"Run to Starbucks," she says.
The guy has disappeared, causing both of us to go into mild fits of hysteria.
"Where is he!?"
We compile a list of the most ridiculous
In starbucks, waiting.
Sitting in front of my car.
Sitting on my car.
Laying under the car ("Watch your ankles when you get in, haven't you heard about people that do that!?" I say to Ally. We laugh).
After obtaining my hazelnut macchiato, we head towards the door. At this point, I am in a full-blown anxiety attack, and we stop at the counter so I can prepare myself because, despite my sincerest of intentions...I didn't actually have a dollar--just twelve cents. I also sent one last tweet incase this was the end.
We come up with a game plan:
Run to the car.
Don't look at him.
Don't speak.
Don't breathe.
Don't. Laugh.
Live.
"Why didn't you just tell him you didn't have a dollar?" Ally asked as we approach the door.
"Because what if it's JESUS, ALLY? What is this is the Second Coming and he's in disguise!"
We push open the door and don't see him as we step outside.
"There he is," I whisper.
He's walking down the middle of the aisle in the parking lot, directly between my car and the two of us.
Ally lets out a guffaw and runs across the parking lot to the car. I don't look at him because I'm focusing too much on remembering how to breathe.
I get to my car door and he's obviously standing three feet away from me, and I break the silence,
"Idon'thaveadollarbutihavesomechangeifyouwant" I slur out as quickly as I can.
He turns to me "No, that's alri- wait do you mean like quarters and shit?"
"No like... twelve cents," I say. I accidentally drop the change as I try to open my car door in a panic.
"Nah that's fine."
I open my car door.
"Wait, do you have like, any cigs or anything?"
"Sorry, I don't smoke," I say as I slam my car door and lock it. Ally shrieks in laughter (and fear).
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" we both scream as I throw the car in reverse.
The guy's disappeared again.
"What if he's on the roof," Ally offers.
"Coming in through the sunroof!" I finish for her.
We drive down the road in silence now. Ally's eating her froyo and I'm still trying to regain feeling in my fingers and regulate my breathing.
"Y'know," I say after a while, "you better hope that wasn't the Second Coming, because if it was you totally just laughed in the face of Jesus."
We throw down the windows and laugh as some God-awful Taylor Swift song starts on the radio.
Monday, January 21, 2013
A New Chapter.
Well hello there! I feel like we have met long, long ago, no?
It's a shame that I let this blog fall to the wayside the way so many others have gone before this. However, in my own defense, May was, for any of you that had the pleasure(?) to talk to me during that month, a very hectic time.
At that time, specifically around the time of the 7th, when the post previous to this was written, I was on the cusp of my final exams at Franklin College, while simultaneously balancing my mom coming out to visit and pack me up, and ultimately the Great Move back to the United States. I capitalize "Great Move" because, believe me, if you have ever carted nearly 200lbs of stuff, which had seemingly been your entire life for the past 8 months across a European country.... you would probably capitalize the experience too!
But I'm back. After a good 8 months of time back in the country, I've finally settled in to my new home, and have started a brand new chapter in my life. Just a heads up, I cover a lot in this post, and it's much, much longer than it should be / will be in the future, so bear with me!
Crash course of the past 8+ months to follow!
Roanoke College.
Creative Writing (with an impending) Double Major, Literary Studies. Concentration in Psychology? Maybe. The future is nothing but a blur at this point!
I'm very pleased to finally find time to sit down and work on this blog again. True, it will have a different feel. I will not be hopping across mainland Europe every six months or so, but I'm still moving about the East Coast, and even branching out to the West on occasion! Traveling is still something that I value above many things, so you can expect that to continue, just on a much more local scale! Living in the South is a truly unique experience to that of the fast-paced New England lifestyle I'm so accustomed to, and even more different from that of the leisurely lifestyle that so many Swiss/Europeans value so much.
Interestingly enough, there are many similar aspects from the two, while adding its own flair to my everyday life. I hope that I can share some of that new culture, as subtle as it may seem, with you all over the next few years.
Being January (albeit the end of the month) I decided it was a great opportunity for a new beginning. I know people are all on their New Year's Resolution kicks... (or has everybody given up on theirs already?) so I figured rather than a resolution of sort, though I suppose it could be considered one if you wanted, I would start updating a blog to keep in touch with those that I don't get to see on a (semi-?)regular basis.
The conversation came up with my mom over some break in my first semester, and I sort of dismissed the idea, giving the excuse that "But that blog was for my traveling! I'm in Virginia now, nothing exciting happens there! Y'know what? Some pretty interesting things happen. And even if it didn't, when you go from having the entirety of Europe at your fingertips to the South-Central Virginia, you make some interesting things happen if you can't find any.
So here we are at last, again.
A quick summary of the things that have happened in the past eight-or-so months since my last post (even though I was updating about March) I'll give you a brief photo log accompanied with snapshot summaries of what's happened since then, using my Instagram as a guide!
(this is going to be longer than expected... I apparently did a lot more than I thought.... Who would've thought.)
March 2012: Went Italy, Germany, Denmark, Sweden, and Greece over the course of two weeks.
June 2012: I got my MINI Cooper!!!
August 2012: Moved down to Salem, Virginia to start my first semester at Roanoke College!
October 2012: Visited Trevor at Wagner College on Staten Island, NY
Every day of my life 2012: Consumed far too much caffeine for a normal human being.
Every day of my life 2012: Ate waaaay too much sushi, and apparently instragrammed all of it!
October 2012: Made some great memories, and spent time with family on Fall Break
November 2012: VOTED FOR THE FIRST TIME
November 2012: Had Thanksgiving at my house for the first time in 5 years!
Fall Semester 2012: Found a new mentor and inspiration.
December 2012: Christmas!
December 2012: Made it out to Arizona for the first time in about 6 years!
January 2013: TURNED TWENTY and made coconut curry to celebrate!
It's a shame that I let this blog fall to the wayside the way so many others have gone before this. However, in my own defense, May was, for any of you that had the pleasure(?) to talk to me during that month, a very hectic time.
At that time, specifically around the time of the 7th, when the post previous to this was written, I was on the cusp of my final exams at Franklin College, while simultaneously balancing my mom coming out to visit and pack me up, and ultimately the Great Move back to the United States. I capitalize "Great Move" because, believe me, if you have ever carted nearly 200lbs of stuff, which had seemingly been your entire life for the past 8 months across a European country.... you would probably capitalize the experience too!
But I'm back. After a good 8 months of time back in the country, I've finally settled in to my new home, and have started a brand new chapter in my life. Just a heads up, I cover a lot in this post, and it's much, much longer than it should be / will be in the future, so bear with me!
Crash course of the past 8+ months to follow!
Roanoke College.
Creative Writing (with an impending) Double Major, Literary Studies. Concentration in Psychology? Maybe. The future is nothing but a blur at this point!
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| Heritage Walk, Roanoke College, Salem Virginia |
I'm very pleased to finally find time to sit down and work on this blog again. True, it will have a different feel. I will not be hopping across mainland Europe every six months or so, but I'm still moving about the East Coast, and even branching out to the West on occasion! Traveling is still something that I value above many things, so you can expect that to continue, just on a much more local scale! Living in the South is a truly unique experience to that of the fast-paced New England lifestyle I'm so accustomed to, and even more different from that of the leisurely lifestyle that so many Swiss/Europeans value so much.
Interestingly enough, there are many similar aspects from the two, while adding its own flair to my everyday life. I hope that I can share some of that new culture, as subtle as it may seem, with you all over the next few years.
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| Roanoke was voted on the the 18th most beautiful campuses! |
Being January (albeit the end of the month) I decided it was a great opportunity for a new beginning. I know people are all on their New Year's Resolution kicks... (or has everybody given up on theirs already?) so I figured rather than a resolution of sort, though I suppose it could be considered one if you wanted, I would start updating a blog to keep in touch with those that I don't get to see on a (semi-?)regular basis.
The conversation came up with my mom over some break in my first semester, and I sort of dismissed the idea, giving the excuse that "But that blog was for my traveling! I'm in Virginia now, nothing exciting happens there! Y'know what? Some pretty interesting things happen. And even if it didn't, when you go from having the entirety of Europe at your fingertips to the South-Central Virginia, you make some interesting things happen if you can't find any.
So here we are at last, again.
A quick summary of the things that have happened in the past eight-or-so months since my last post (even though I was updating about March) I'll give you a brief photo log accompanied with snapshot summaries of what's happened since then, using my Instagram as a guide!
(this is going to be longer than expected... I apparently did a lot more than I thought.... Who would've thought.)
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| Our hostel, Studios Arabas, Thessaloniki, Greece |
May 2012: My cousin Zach and Mom visited me in Lugano, and I moved back to the United States.
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| Mom and I on Lake Lugano |
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| Still need to decide on a name for her! |
Summer 2012: Went to Cape Cod more times than humanly possible.
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| Woman on the beach, Provincetown, Cape Cod |
August 2012: Got a new puppy, Leyla!
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| She's gotten much larger since then1 |
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| My half of my double! (I've since moved to a single!) |
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| Brooklyn Bridge, New York, New York |
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| Mill Mountain is the love-child between God and Starbucks. Yeah. I went there. |
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| Sushi from Charlotte, North Carolina |
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| Grandma and Joey on his bike! |
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| So proud to have the right to vote! |
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| Delicious Thanksgiving meal! (I made the pumpkin soup!) |
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| Hong Konged, written by my Creative Writing professor, Paul Hanstedt |
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| Decorated the tree! |
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| National Cemetery, Phoenix, Arizona |
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| Curry for my 20th Birthday Dinner, made by yours truly! |
Well then! Now it's January 2013, and here I am, back in Lucas Hall (world language department) typing away on my Macbook instead of writing my American Lit homework on journal writing.
It's a bit ironic that I'm updating my blog instead of reading on how to write a journal. This is sort of the same thing, isn't it? I hope I'm doing alright for y'all!
Real Fact: The South has converted me!!! I am guilty of slipping "Y'ALL" into every day conversation now! I've resisted for so long, but it's just so soothing and make me feel at-home!
Anyway, what really inspired me to update this blog was because I have new courses that I'm very excited about this semester!
For those of you who hadn't heard, last semester I took 4 courses and made Dean's List with a 3.675 GPA.
I felt very honored and proud of myself for meeting this achievement, and am determined to improve over the course of my time here at Roanoke. I've already stacked the odds against myself, because unlike last semester, when I had only 4 courses, this spring I have a total of six! Funnily enough, I just added a course this afternoon when I ran into my old French professor, but I'll get to that shortly!
This semester, I start off finishing my math requirement for my core, by taking Mobile Apps. I had expected it to be yet another math course like statistics, but it's more of a computer science course, and we actually follow tutorials building actual apps that work on real Android phones! It's pretty neat! In my first few classes, we've created an app that's a picture of a cat that meows and purrs when you "pet" or tap/shake the phone! Pretty cool for an intro class, if you ask me (haha!)
Next if my Composition: Theory and Practice course, which I'll probably refer to as Comp Theory more often than it's full title. This course is very dense, so far, but it's incredibly interesting! We're learning how to teach writing to other people, and the various theories and practices behind different methods. It feels like a weird blend of a creative writing / education course, and I'm really excited to see how it unfolds!
These above classes meet Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for 1 hour long each.
After that is my Character at Crossroads course, which has a focus on Morality and Ethical Literature. So far I'm not incredibly impressed with the course, though I am desperately trying to. It's one of those intro core classes that I need to take, so I'm with a bunch of freshmen who don't seem very thrilled about literature, or ethics for that matter... The subject we're covering seems very interesting, but the group discussion is lacking right now. Hopefully as the semester picks up, the group will come together nicely. At this point, I feel uncomfortable sharing my opinions on literature, as ethics can be a rather touchy subject, and I don't really feel like I can relate to this people, which makes the class awkward and tense at times. Like I said, hopefully it'll improve as time goes on! This course meets on Monday and Wednesday from 4:00-5:30. It makes for a long day, but it's nice because on Fridays, I finish at noon, just like last semester, which is great for the weekend!
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have two classes as well, these meet for 90 minutes long each, and I luckily have them one right after the other.
First is another core requirement, but this one is a Psychology course, and it focuses on the difference between Love, Lust, Limerance, and other forms of the word(s). It seems incredibly interesting after the first two classes, and I think it's one of those courses that will really shape the way I'm going to look at the world. In addition to looking at just the basic definitions of "What is Love" versus "What is Lust," we look at how they are implemented across different cultures, so it has a really diverse feeling to it. The professor is named Dino and he looks like that crazy old grandpa everyone has or knows of, who is just a bit too eccentric and starts talking about sex to anyone that'll listen. It's the perfect combination of awkward, hilarity, and informative.
(If that wasn't the most bizarre summary of a college course you've ever heard, I don't want to know where you go/went to college....)
Immediately following that course is my American Lit class. I can't really say too much about it, since we've only met once so far. Our second class was cancelled because a snow storm rolled through and cancelled classes last Thursday afternoon and delayed the college on Friday. To be short, it reminded me how much I dislike "old" American Literature when we had to read Anne Bradstreet and Edward Taylor. However, the syllabus and textbook suggests we'll be reading some Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath, Kate Chopin, e.e. cummings, and some other good stuff, so I have hope! We apparently just do a few weeks of background 16th-18th Century lit, and the majority of the course is on 19th and 20th Century, which is very, very different, and much more tolerable! The professor seems very different from any I've had thus far, and I'm curious to see how the semester unfold with him. I've heard nothing but good things from him, so I'm very optimistic!
Finally, is my French Paleography course. This little blurb is especially for mme, because I was about to send her an e-mail about this course when I decided I would update my blog and share with everyone else, as well!
Last semester I took what I had thought would be my final French course in college. Roanoke requires up through the 201 level in a foreign language, and I placed into their FREN-201 course. My professor urged me to take 202, and pursue it, but I had other obligations to fulfill for my major and core that I couldn't fit it into my schedule (it was the same time as my Mobile Apps course.)
However, today I was sitting in Lucas (where I am right now...) and by, as fate would have it, my old French Professor walked by the room I was in and stuck his head in to say hello! We talked very briefly, and as he walked away I added "Sorry I couldn't take 202! I just couldn't fit it into my schedule!!" He comes back and starts talking about it, and mentions his Paleography course. I had been under the impression that you had to take his FREN-202 class to take it, but he said I was more than welcome to take it, and that their first meeting was tonight!
French Paleography is an independent study course that meets one night a week for about two hours, so for us we meet Mondays from 7:30-9:30 at Mill Mountain, my beloved coffee shop right down the street!
We study old manuscripts of French from the 800's - 1450's AD. This first class was incredible, and totally surpassed my expectations. Not being confident with my knowledge of French, I was able to pick pieces out that looked familiar, and didn't even feel like I was at a disadvantage. What we are doing is essentially deciphering old script from hundreds of years ago, and trying to put it into a modern context.
For example, this is one of the pieces that we looked at today:
Click here for a larger version, if needed: (click)
Here, the French is very difficult to understand in both appearance, and the writing itself. But we started with words that we recognized, and worked through it line by line, not constrained to in a start-to-finish order. It was very interesting for me, and I think the benefits are three-fold.
First, I'm learning about 'old' French manuscripts. We're deciphering texts that you wouldn't ordinarily see in a classroom, and it is a great cultural study.
Secondly, much of the actual discussion switches back and forth between English and French, which gives me a much more solid understanding than if we were translating old french to modern french. It puts things into a better context for me, as the deciphering is less of a "french" study for me, as a general construction of language/breaking down of a code. I am even learning new grammatical practices that are applicable to the English language.
Finally, discussing the construction of this old language, and how it has adapted from the text to modern French, is a great way to stay in touch with the language, and even clarifies to an extent. As glad as I was to finish my language requirement, I was afraid that I would lose the (minute) French that I did have. I firmly believe in people knowing at least one other language in addition to their native tongue, and would have felt disappointed if I lost French.
Since the class meets once a week, and I don't have classes until 1:10 the day after, I don't mind that the class meets from 7:30-9:30pm. It seems interesting enough to keep me going to class, plus it's a small group, there's only five of us, so I think that enhances the learning as well.
That's another thing! My class sizes are SO GREAT this semester. Comp Theory has 8 people, American Lit has 7, Paleo has 5. My Psych/Mobile App/Lit courses have between 15-20 students, but those are courses for the core requirement that everyone needs to take to graduate, so it's expected that they'd be larger class sizes.
All-in-all, I love this new chapter of my life. I have had a number of people tell me that I seem happier at Roanoke than I did at Franklin, and I'm able to look back and reflect on that and agree. Roanoke is everything that I expected a college to be, and more. I've established some great relationships here with both faculty and student alike, and I feel like the program and school itself is capable of getting me where I want to go (even though I have no idea where that is right now.) That's not to say I regret Franklin or my year in Switzerland at all. I had a fantastic year and met some incredible people there, but the school was just not able to provide what I needed, and I had to make a decision. I have memories that truly will last a lifetime, and it fueled my fire to get out and see the world. I have some great expectations for my future, but right now my year in Lugano has satisfied that hunger for now. Now it's time to get serious and focus on my degree, and then see where that takes me, whether it be graduate school or straight into the work force. I'm leaving the book wide open, ready for whatever life has to throw at me. Do you think I can throw any more clichés into this before this ends?
No? Well, the clock says it's now 12:15, and I should really get to work on my AmLit reading.... so I guess you were saved by the bell.
(Come on guys, I'm funny.)
Monday, May 7, 2012
the Hafencity, the IBA, the walking!
March 13, 2012: Day 3
The start of our third day was around 9:00am. We all had breakfast, which is a rather nice breakfast compared to American standards. The usual breakfast in a European hotel is meats and cheeses, as well as a variety of breads, cereals, yogurts, and (my favorite) muesli! It's very similar to dry oatmeal, with grains, sometimes nuts, dried berries, etc. I usually mix it with plain or blueberry yogurt and it's simply devine!
After breakfast, we made a nice trip down towards the Innercity of Hamburg. Interesting thing about Hamburg is it's size and how it's developed. The Innercity accounts for a large majority of the city's population, though it's growth in population is being severely restricted by lack of space for residents. Therefore, the city is currently in the middle of developing HafenCity. The overall goal of this project is to increase the Innercity by approximately 40%. This is huge, as it allows a larger number of people to both live and work in Hamburg, which should have an overall positive effect on the city's economy.
This is a model of the Innercity, which shows the projects as well as current stages.
I was still using my iPhone as a camera at this point, so please excuse the poor/grainy quality.
We then went on a walking tour of the entire Hafencity which is a lot larger than you may originally perceive it to be. It was rather cold out, being right on the harbor, despite having my peacoat and scarf.
This is a map of Hafencity Hamburg taken from the HafenCity News website (source).
If I remember correctly, we primarily toured the Western half, or the left-hand side of the screen; starting from the colored triangular shape to the green strip which bisects the HafenCity (which is just past the new University). As you can probably tell from the map, the western-half is well into the development stages, while the Eastern portions are not as far along. It was an incredible structure.
This section here, taken from the map above, was the most interesting part of the HafenCity. The rounded area in the center of the map (just below "Dalmannkai") is designed specifically for the flooding of the harbor. The docks and piers, which accomodate public events and are just generic public space, are actually flotation devises that rise and fall with the water levels of the harbor. The buildings surrounding the harbor are also prepared and the bottom levels can be sealed off and become water-tight should the levels rise that high.
It was a really interesting point to consider and fascination to see how a community adapts to nature around them.
Another reason is fascinates me is because, and this may come from the literature courses I've been taking this semester, but there is always this preconceived notion that nature is the untamable, and man spends copious amounts of time trying to tame it. There are countless stories of man trying to tame nature only to be destroyed himself in the end. Rather than try and battle the elements and the forces around them, Hamburg has chosen to adapt to the area around them, and increase their use of the space.
After the tour we had a brief one hour break for lunch. I went to a nearby restaurant with my professor and some friends and had a curry wurst and fries. For those of you that have never been to Germany or had a curry wurst and fries... let me just... oh, you are missing out.
Curry wurst is fairly simple. It's basically a hotdog or bratwurst covered in curry. Like a chili dog, actually, but curry instead of chili. It's served with fries and is one of the most delicious things on earth (with the exception of tacos, American peanut butter, Sprite, and kebabs!)
But enough about food...
After we finished lunch and our tour of HafenCity, we headed back towards the Emigration museum from Day 2 (click to view this post) only this time we went to the IBA station, which was also, like much of HafenCity, floating in the middle of a large river!
We had another brief background on what IBA is and what their mission is, and saw yet another model of Hamburg.
IBA is an organization that was started to sort of reinvent the spaces in Hamburg that have fallen into disrepair. For example, they take abandoned schools and use them for architecture students to practice and study different techniques.
They also are remodeling a former bunker used from WWI in such a way that it will serve as a location for purifying water via solar energy and other sustainable methods for local housing areas.
One of the most interesting parts of the IBA tour was this WWI bunker. Throughout all the years of my education, any mention of World War II was biased in terms of the Allied Powers, namely the US. But I was in Germany. This bunker was used by the Germans of Hamburg to hide from the US when they bombed the city. After the Allies had won the war, the British loaded this bunker up with dynamite and other explosives. Interestingly enough, when they detonated it, the entire inside was blown out, but the external stone shell was saved, hence the heavy remodeling they are currently doing inside the structure.
It was just strange to see something from WWII, an event that has fascinated me for years, and has always been taught to me from a specific point of view, from a completely different angle. I developed a kind of respect for the Germans here, not in their cause and what Hitler and the Nazi Party was doing under the Third Reich or anything like that, but it sort of reinstated the fact that these were people too.
The Second World War was, if I'm not mistaken, one of the first (if not the first) major war that had a large number of civilian casualties. These structures could have been to save the innocent civillians of Hamburg that had no idea when or why they would be bombed.
It was during this tour that we went to Wilhelmsburg, Hamburg, which is outside of the Innercity. This part of Hamburg has been rundown and not used for a long time. you might go as far as to say it's like the Harlem of New York, though I fear that analogy may be a tad politically incorrect.
Both the WWII bunker and the school converted to architect-location were located here.
(The vacated-school converted to a place of study for architects)
Wilhelmsburg is a place that many people in Hamburg do not view favorably. They are trying to recreate the area and market it towards the up-and-coming youth; college students, for example.
Just to show how neglected the area is, almost as if planned, we were given a taste of reality for the people in Wilhelmsburg. While waiting for the train to take us back to the Innercity, an announcement came over the loudspeaker at the station, which my professor translated to say that the tracks were shut down and it would be a while because the police were involved. In other words, according to our tour guide, someone had jumped in front of a train and the tracks were stopped. He went on to tell us that this was typical of the life in this part of Hamburg. Normally if there is a delay on the trains, the city sends out buses and taxis to transport people free-of-charge, to prevent delays. However, this is not the case in Wilhelmsburg because it is so far out of the way or not as important as the Innercity.
The train finally came and we were given free time. Most of us were exhausted at this point, because we had been walking all day from 9:00am until around 4:30pm.
During the free time I traveled the city with Coral and Amanda. This was possibly the best part of the trip for one reason. I had managed to find a multi-purpose store which had a universal adapter as well as the right converter for my camera! I wanted to make sure it would work because I couldn't return anything, and I even brought my camera battery with me! The nice German salesman was extremely accommodating and explained how the charger worked; how I needed to buy the charger itself, and then find the right match for my battery type to fit it. He even let me check my battery to the type listed to make sure they were the same; opening up the battery boxes and going out of his way for me. It was an overall great experience, and I know I would not have gotten half as nice of treatment in Lugano!
Overall it cost me about 28 euro, which was a STEAL because anywhere in Lugano that sold the chargers, if I pre-ordered them 3 weeks in advance, were about 45-50+ francs, and the charger back in the US was around $35-50 so I made out well c:
After buying that, we tried to find our way to my professor's house. He lives in Hamburg and Lugano, and commutes back and forth every other week. Since we were in Hamburg, he decided to throw us a pizza party at his home. Coral, Amanda, and I navigated the entire city based off a single image map of the entire city that he gave us, and drew a line on; no words, nothing. We actually found our way and made it there 15 minutes early, which ended up being a half hour before everyone else!
It was a great evening and the pizza was great! After we ate our professor even played from German, Austrian, and French tunes on his guitar!
He said he knew some of The Beatles, but he wouldn't play any!
Overall it was a great day, and after we left Professor Prisner's house, Will and I took a different route to try and beat the rest of the group back to the hotel, but turns out we got on the same train, just a few stops before them. (We ran and beat them back to the hotel in the end, so it counts!)
Saturday, April 7, 2012
the Emigrants, the church, the... beer?
March 12, 2012. Day two.
Today we went to the Immigrant museum in Hamburg. It was an interesting place and I thought it was really cool to learn about how people traveled from Europe to the Americas and elsewhere. Apparently Brazil was a large destination for a lot of Europeans or other Migrants leaving through Hamburg. We were given these tickets that allowed you to play a kind of game and experience what it was like to be an immigrant. I got one of the tickets, and the first part was to take your picture in this barrack-looking thing. I wasn’t sure what it was for, but later found out that they used it to make me into an immigrant! I took pictures throughout my journey, and it was very hysterical.
It was difficult, though, because you had to make a lot of choices about your life, but it was all in German, so I just hit Ja and Nein randomly. However, they showed me on board a ship, and I even got an immigrant passport document!
I make a pretty spiffy looking emigrant, no?
I'd let that guy into the States if he just showed up on a random boat...
I'd let that guy into the States if he just showed up on a random boat...
home!
At the end of the exhibition, you go into a room with a bunch of computers. This was probably the coolest part because the computers are all registered with Ancestry.com and we were able to look up our relatives. I didn’t have a lot of success with some of my family members, namely with my dad’s side, but I was able to find information on my mom’s father, which was a really surreal feeling. I found his information from when he enlisted in the Second World War, as well as his father, my great-grandfather’s, information from the 1930 Census, as well as the travel documents from when he came over from Poland. Apparently (and I haven’t heard back from my mom yet, so I don’t even know if this is accurate information) my great-grandfather came over on a ship from Antwerp, Belgium to Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, on the Lapland in 1887. I really hope the information ends up being accurate.. It would make me feel so great to have found some information on my grandfather.*
*NOTE: Unfortunately, the information that I had found about my grandfather's family coming over from Europe was inaccurate.. but I did find his information from when he was in the war, as well as his address when he lived in Connecticut.
The fact that I have to opportunity to explore Germany (and maybe even Poland later this semester) is something that I think he would have wanted me to do - to explore my roots and learn more about where I come from. I would love to come back and explore more specifically where my family is from. I’d love to find out more about my lineage and trace it back as far as possible.
After the Immigration museum, we headed down to a boardwalk on the harbor and walked for a bit.
Hamburg is so dependent on the harbor and rivers, it’s rather interesting to hear about how significant the water is there.
We made our way to the St. Michael cathedral, which was absolutely beautiful. I was so upset that I had to use my iPhone as a camera, because it wasn’t doing justice for all the places that we were visiting. We climbed to the top of the steeple, some 400+ stairs, and look out over Hamburg.
(Cece and I atop the St. Michael's Church)
The city is similar to Paris in the sense of how they maintain their skyline. None of the buildings are able to be taller than the five churches in the area, which makes it very pretty. The view was incredible.
After the cathedral, we had a presentation on Hamburg as the European Green Capitol in 2011. The city of Hamburg has been focused on being sustainable and eco-friendly for some time, and has done so much already, and hopes to be the Green Capital 3 times by the year 2031. Some of the ideas that were used to obtain this title were: A Train of Ideas, which toured a number of European cities to spread the idea of being sustainable, and how those cities can do the same. Since this, Oslo, Norway has begun communicating with Hamburg to become more sustainable. Hamburg also has shifted the from individual transportation and unsustainable energy to buses that produce zero emissions, and a shift to bicycles. You can usually find a corner with tons of red bicycles to rent within several meters from any given location. Overall, Hamburg has done so much to contribute to a growing community of sustainability and one can only hope that this picks up in the United States soon!
They also had there really cool elevators that were like, moving boxes and you could just get in one side and ride all the way up, then it would switch and bring you right back down the other side. It is continuously moving and incredible!
Next, we headed down to the University quarter. Here we got to see the University of Hamburg, where Professor Prisner went for 6 years to get his PhD. It was neat to see where he came from, and how he’s progressed since then. It’s nice being here knowing that he knows all the places to show us since he lives in Hamburg and commutes every other week to Lugano to teach. It was starting to get dark, so we made our way to dinner; Pakistani food.
Might I just start out by saying that curry is one of the best foods I have every had. Ever. We ordered drinks (I had ginger ale, of course. The bottle even said American Ginger Ale. It was great) and then Prisner had ordered the different types of food. A plate of salad was brought out and we all started with that and some pita bread. Then came the large trays of rice and the five different kinds of curry. There were two vegetarian dishes: Vegetable and Lentil I didn’t try either because I was too occupied with the Lamb and Spinach, Chicken, and Beef in a red coconut curry. The last was easily my favorite, it was incredible with the rice that tasted like cinnamon to me. There were so many flavors, and mixing them all together with the rice and pita was just... there are no words, really. It was incredible and if you haven’t had curry before I highly recommend it. In fact, let’s go find some Pakistani restaurant and hit that up, ja? c:
After dinner, Tavia, Natalya, Will, Amanda, Samantha, Coral, and I left to find our way back to the hotel. The S-Baün and U-Baün are the two train systems in Hamburg. We have passes that let us ride all the transportation for free so it’s great. We picked up the U-1 and rode it to Hautpahnhoff, when we transferred to the U-2 to Billstadt, which is the stop for our hotel.
(Coral is from California and was obsessed with this restaurant that was apparently
similar to Chipotle.. I've never been, so I have no idea what she's talking about.)
similar to Chipotle.. I've never been, so I have no idea what she's talking about.)
After making it back, we dropped off our things at the hotel. Then Tavia, Jorden, Coral, and I went back to Einstein. Coral and I tried banana beer which was.... interesting to say the least.
It was carbonated banana juice/soda mixed with beer.
Odd combo, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it.
Odd combo, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it.
NOTE: The above description of said beer is all code for:
"IT WAS TERRIBLE. NEVER TRY BANANA BEER. EVER."
"IT WAS TERRIBLE. NEVER TRY BANANA BEER. EVER."
Tavia and Jorden went back to the hotel, but Coral and I decided to have another (normal) beer to justify our going out to the restaurant. I wasn’t fond of the beer, but it was quite grainy (or that’s what Coral said, anyway.) I got back to my room around 12 (We were at Einstein from about 9:30-11:30) and headed off to bed since we had a lot planned for the next day!
Friday, April 6, 2012
The beginning... part two.
First off, I must apologize for how long it has been. It has been very crazy around here, and I've been trying to focus on transfer applications, as well as balancing my school work with maintaining my social life and just living a Swiss life. It's been really great thus far, but like everything in life, there have definitely been a few snags here and there. Nothing too bad, and I've been able to keep my spirits high these last few weeks in Switzerland. It seems like everything is going by in a blur. I have just over 40 days left in this country, a country that has truly been home for these past seven months. I'm not going to make this some solemn "good bye to Switzerland" post, because I'm sure that will come in the coming weeks, and maybe even once I'm back in the states (assuming I can get up-to-date a lot faster than last Academic Travel...) That being said.. would you like to go on an adventure? Muy bien!
I don't know why Spanish was my go-to language there... oh well. European Problems..
Academic Travel: TVL-285 Hamburg, Copenhagen and the Baltic Sea
This travel was one of great interest to me. I did not have any major interest in the subject (Urban Sustainability and Development) but I decided it was interesting enough to hold my attention, and it had some great perks. I mean, three countries in two weeks? Who would turn that down?!
I started writing a blog while I was on travel, and only managed to get the first three days done before I was overwhelmed with the culture. So I'm sort of "cheating" these first three posts, because it's already written out for me! I just have to go through and add some pictures!
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March 11, 2012. Day one.
Today was full of emotion. I was up until 6am cleaning, packing, and writing a piece for Aunt Sharon to read at Grandpa’s funeral on Saturday. I still feel a bit guilty being here while my entire family is over there for his funeral. I would love to be there more than anything, but I know he would want me to be here - doing what I love. I’m in Germany, so I can at least try to learn something about my culture, his culture, and do him proud. It’s the least I can do since I won’t physically be there for him. At least my words will be. I hope that means something to him and to Grandma.
I slept from 6 am until about 11, but didn’t get out of bed until noon. My cab was schedule to pick Natalya and I up from Girasole at 1, and I had a few last minute things to pack and tidy up, such as unplugging all of my appliances. I swifter-ed my place to try and make the place look tidy for inspection - I should be fine.
The cab came and took Natalya and I to the Agno-Lugano airport. We passed the entire group of my travel that had taken the FLP train and walked the rest of the way. They all live up the hill, so it was easier for them to do that (and cheaper, too). It worked out to be about CHF 14 each, so it wasn’t bad. We got there around 1:15 and our flight wasn’t until 3:30. Professor Prisner, our leader, wanted us to get there early, just in case something happened, such as forgetting a passport; to be honest, though, no one checked my passport at all.
The flight from Lugano to Zurich was smooth - about 35 minutes over the snow-capped Alps. It was beautiful, as always, and soon we were above the clouds. Zurich was cloudy and dreary - kind of like the New York of Europe, but a lot less concrete and more cows right beyond the fences...
We had an hour and a half layover in Zurich and I got a sandwich (ham, cheese, and a pickle) and some chips that tasted like the flavor packets from ramen noodles. I met Amanda on the flight over, and found out that she’s form Buffalo, NY, but if actually going to Quinnipiac! I think we started to have a bond just because it was something to talk about.
CT Represent!
When we boarded our flight from Zurich to Hamburg at 17.35 I found out that I was sitting next to none other than.... Amanda! More time to talk and just get to know each other. The sun set while we were above the clouds and there were brilliant shades of pinks, purples, and oranges. Landing in Hamburg was incredible. This is my first time ever being in Germany, and I’m ecstatic. It was bittersweet, though, because it was dark and you couldn't really get a feel for the city. We took a bus to our hotel (Hotel Panorama) and got our roommates. I’m with Ahto from Estonia. He seems nice, and is a sophomore studying International Business, if I remember correctly.
We were only in our rooms for a short time before we headed out to the Einstein for dinner. I sat with Amanda, Natalya, and Will. I knew Will from a Computer Graphics class that I had taken last semester. We had a lot of fun and clicked instantly. I ordered a cocktail (a Hemingway) which had gin, vodka (or wodka, in German!), pineapple juice, orange juice, triple sec, and something red. It was delicious.
When I ordered it the waiter asked if I wanted to do the two-for-one, and I was like “sure?” I was under the impression that I could get one and then another cocktail from the list, so I asked if anyone else wanted any. Natalya ordered a Tropic Margarita. When they brought them out, they had 2 Hemingways and 2 Tropic Margaritas. The deal was that if you ordered one you got two cocktails. So Natalya and I naturally shared our drinks with Will and Amanda. We talked about where we were from, what we’re studying, and just stories about ourselves, and what we were looking forward to most on travel.
I had a Creole pizza, which had tomatoes, jalepeños, shrimp, green peppers, and dried coconut. It was pretty amazing, if I do say so my self. :]
After dinner we went back to Will’s room for a little bit before walking around the hotel area a little bit. We’re RIGHT NEXT to the Audubon. It’s crazy to walk on a bridge over this road where cars are flying by. We found a path along a river and sat on a bench and talked some more. It’s nice not having the quiet hour restrictions of Switzerland for the next two weeks!
It started to get cold outside, so we walked back to the hotel and went back to Will’s room since he doesn’t have a roommate yet. We watched some horror movie that was dubbed over in German (The Uninvited). Amanda had seen it so she was able to tell us what was happening. It was terrifying and hilarious because we spent most of the time subtitling it ourselves. The movie ended around 12:10 in the morning, and now I’m back in my room with Ahto. We’re both on our laptops, but there’s no internet.. He’s watching a movie and I’m recapping my day so it makes it easier to update my blog once I find internet.
I still don't have a charger for my camera, but I’m going to have my iPhone with me at all times! I’m even going to bring a memory card around with me in case some of my friends let me borrow their cameras! I’m feeling so much better about this travel already. I think it’s going to be great, and I think Amanda, Natalya, and Will are going to be great friends. It’s going to make it a lot harder to leave. I’m down to 67 days until the end of the semester. It’s such a tough decision, but I have to do what’s best for me, and the Creative Writing program here is lacking...
That’s it for today! We have a tour of the inner city tomorrow, and a presentation at 15:00-16:00. Then free time. This travel has so much free time - I love it. Lots of time to just explore the city on our own. I think that’s the best way to learn a place. Just get lost and see how long it takes to get back. Best feeling in the world. Europe is beautiful. Germany is beautiful. Hamburg is beautiful. I can only hope Rostock, Copenhagen, and Malmö are the same!
ciao!
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