The funniest part of participating in my international summer program (Korea University’s International Summer Campus) is the blatant extent to which it was a photo-op. The program offered us diverse activities but sometimes focused more on the appearance of fun rather than the reality of it, eg. when my friend signed up for basketball with … More Nothing Fuels My Narcissism Like Studying Abroad
The three and a half hours before my flight back from studying abroad in Korea found me scrambling around my emptied dorm with the aplomb of a newly headless chicken. Mom’s incredulous voice, on speaker, ascended from waves of blankets. Mom: You’re still packing? Me: No, I already have all the stuff in the big … More Consequences of Not Having Your Shit Together
Two weeks into my trip to Korea, I’ve managed to not pick up more than two phrases in Korean, a feat I previously thought impossible. I really can not do anything I set my mind to/I’m apparently a natural at funnelling words through one ear and out the other, do not pass go. Because there … More Crossing the Language Barrier the Stupid Way
I like to comment “it’s a sign” whenever remotely applicable to my situation, like when I trip on the way somewhere I don’t want to go or when the essay I’ve just printed slips onto the trash can. Attributing my own incompetence to a higher power’s interference is incredibly validating. Highly recommend. So while I … More Signs of the Time
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