study abroad

NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS

I have always been someone who has planned ridiculously far ahead. And despite my ludicrous planning tendencies, my future never really seems to go the way I plan for it to go.   Sophomore year of high school I was already researching universities I thought I would want to go to. All of them were in Minnesota or New York and I was convinced I knew where I was going to end up.   The summer before my junior year of high school, I was convinced I would play volleyball through my high school career and maybe even continue through college.   Junior year of high school, I knew I wanted to study abroad at some point during my college career. Not only did I know I wanted to study abroad—I also knew I wanted to study abroad in Barcelona, Spain.  During the summer before my senior year of high schoo...

A NEW DEFINITION OF A “HOME BODY”

For as long as I can remember, being considered a “home body” always had a negative connotation attached to it. It meant you didn’t want to seek adventure. It meant you were closed off and lacking ambition. It meant you didn’t have a desire to learn about and experience other cultures. It meant you would be stuck in one place forever. I had always walked around in fear of becoming what I had originally defined as a “home body.” Never in my life would I want to be considered boring, closed off, unmotivated, or stuck. Being stuck is what scared me the most. I had no desire to stay in one place for too long. I wanted to experience the world before settling down and picking a place to grow and stay a while. Ever since I was 16 and learning more that just “¿Comó te llamas?” and “ten...

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