Student Experience Blog: Study Abroad

Yote on Capitol Hill

Washington, D.C. is the most powerful city in the world. For two hundred years it has been a destination for those who want to make a difference in the world. The history you read about in textbooks, the debates you watch on the news – it all happens here.

Back to Idaho

So in my previous post, I mentioned that the post was going to be possibly the last one from India. Somewhat true. As I write this, I am sitting in New Delhi Airport, waiting for my flight to Frankfurt. So in a manner, this is my last post from India. It is just a matter of convenience that I will upload it online when I reach Frankfurt, with its glorious 30 minutes of free internet.

Last (Possibly) missive from India

So as I write this, I have 6 days left at home, and then I come back stateside. It has been an interesting last 3 months. A short summary would be that I flew from Boise to Kashmir, which took me 2 days. and then, 2 days later, I flew from Kashmir to Guwahati, to do my Davis Peace Project with Operation Smile. Coming back after almost a month, I stayed at home for 10 days and went to Leh to meet my old friend Sohum. Post that, I have been roving around the valley, in spite of the local troubles.

Paris in the Wintertime

I have wanted to go to France, and especially Paris, for as long as I can remember. I read the Madeline books when I was little and fell in love. I took French classes and learned the language and the culture. I read books about Paris. I hosted a French exchange student. And this summer, I finally got to go.

The Beauty of Giving

A lot of us get some sort of financial aid to cover our college tuition but we rarely look at how that affects our attitudes.  

During the summer break, I had the option of either staying in the U.S. and getting a campus job or going home. I would have had to get airfare and find a job back in Lesotho which would not even pay me half as much as what I would be getting in the U.S. Nonetheless, I flew home.  

Photographic Chemistry, Tuberculosis and Mountain Passes

So it has been awhile since I have posted. Partially because there is not a lot happening day to day for me to write about. But finally, my conscience has caught up to me, so I am going to post.

I finally got my large format camera going again. For those who don't know, I use big cameras. I feel it makes me more legitimate. Also, my cameras are from at least 60 years ago.

Stray donkeys and knowledge

As I write this (this seems to be a common thing I say in my blogs, right?), It is 2:30 a.m. in Leh, Jammu and Kashmir, India. For those of you who actually bothered to read my previous blog posts/cared, I just came back from spending almost a month in Guwahati, working on my Davis Project for Peace. And now, from an area where the highest recorded precipitation in the world is a common occurrence, and it got so hot that 20 odd people died, I ended up here, in Leh.

Revelations (Part 2)

Read Part One of this post here.

Now I can finally go on the self-indulgent spree that I have been looking forward to. Basically, this is about me doing an all encompassing spiel on my thought space. To bring brevity into the entire thing, I am just going to copy and paste a paragraph I wrote and use it to provide structure. There, high school English lit, I learned something after all.
    

Revelations (Part 1)

As I write this, I am waiting for my flight from Guwahati to New Delhi. Due to a slight goof up, I will be in New Delhi for a day, and then finally shall reach Srinagar, on the hills surrounding the Kashmir Valley, where I shall spend the remainder of my break.
    

The entire world is a family

Today, our plans were scuppered for a meeting with the local Operation Smile volunteers, because it was too hot. Now, you might laugh at me for being a pansy, but it was really hot. So hot that the government declared a school holiday for the rest of the week, fearing for the safety of the kids. So instead, today was a free day in our schedule, which is already something that we are improvising.

So we decided that we would get a first person view of the entire process, without being chaperoned.

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