When we were preparing to set off on this great adventure everyone told us, “don’t be afraid to go off on your own if you need alone time.” The person I was before this semester thought that it would be fine to go off but that I probably wouldn’t need to, but boy was I…
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England has been filled with fish and chips, good sandwiches and going out to eat a lot in general. I’m not complaining in any way, I’m a big fan of food, but the other night I was feeling pretty sluggish. I decided I should go for a run, and actually followed through with it….
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The FSA squad has grown very close over the past month or so. Traveling abroad for the beginning of our college experience has been a very unique experience and has created a strong bond between our small group of 13 young adults. In a majority of ways this closeness has been a very positive thing,…
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Seeing the Fisherman’s Friends performance was an incredible look into the community of Port Isaac’s. Staying in such an idyllic seaside village was breathtaking in many ways: whether it was the striking landscape, or the picturesque cows grazing freely in the perfectly green fields. Staying somewhere can give you insight to many aspects of a…
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Its about 12:00 and my phone starts ringing, its Will. “What could he possibly want right now”, I think to myself, as I’m about to head to my room and go to bed. Begrudgingly, I answer and immediately I know that I’m not going to bed any time soon. The crazy news I received from…
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I’ve been sitting here staring at this blank screen for the last 15 minutes, occasionally skipping a song on my iTunes, (im)patiently waiting to be inspired. Trying to describe the experience of London is much harder than I anticipated so I won’t try and do it all at once. Instead, I’ll embrace my 21st century…
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Exulansis n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it- whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness- which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in…
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There are many odd things that one sees when wandering the streets of London. There are shops that you won’t find in the States, a wide assortment of people, restaurants to satisfy every sort of craving, and street musicians. Lots and lots of street musicians. You can’t walk down Oxford Street without hearing some type…
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One day in class we were deep into the discussion of The Importance of Being Earnest when randomly, the thought of the dreaded freshmen 15 crossed my mind. I was immediately nervous about the famed fact and decided to run later in the afternoon. After class, I skipped art galleries and the general tom foolery…
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During my time in Oxford I had a brush with death. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes and for a second I thought I was meeting my demise. Eighteen years isn’t a bad run on this earth statistically speaking, right? Alright, I may be over exaggerating things a little bit. The fact…
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