Under Examination
I had a final exam today. I am torn between loving and hating final exams. I dislike the way that they held at the end of the semester. You go in, take your final, and…
Stories from an American living in Bulgaria
I had a final exam today. I am torn between loving and hating final exams. I dislike the way that they held at the end of the semester. You go in, take your final, and…
I watched a ted talk this morning by a psychologist who argued that the twenties are not a wasted decade, as so much hipster-leaning rhetoric would have you believe, but a time to actually plan…
I take great issue with this song. Well, not so much the song itself, but the fact that it is touted to young girls as a song that they should listen to in order to…
I think that I have spent most of my life unsatisfied with society. This dissatisfaction has been a driving force in me. It caused me to do things that many people would never dream of-…
I spent my spring break in Bulgaria, among other things, getting my tooth fixed again. I have a tendency to do such mundane things on breaks that are supposedly known for their adventures, and generally…
The other day I had topick up the second half of my course reader for my modern theory course. I bemoaned the constant need to purchase reading material during University, when people have some of…
I suppose that a good reason for studying abroad is the dissolution of your current ideas about the world. It wasn’t my reason though. I do happen to enjoy my dissolution and so I tend…
Continue Reading Lies I was Never Told- The Making of an Expat Part III
Despite my father being in the military I did not travel abroad as a child. His last lengthy stay away from home was on the USS Nimitz during my mother’s pregnancy with me. Following that…
It was 25 degrees today, in Celsius. I have become so well integrated to European standards that I have neither desire nor need to convert that into Fahrenheit. 25 can be understood as quite warm, and…
Discovering that you’re an expat is a little how I imagine “discovering” you are gay might be. For the first portion of your life it doesn’t really have any context to come up in. Sure,…