Australia: New Weekend, New City

Submitted by Gabriella Van Winkle on the 2019 spring semester program in Sydney, Australia…

This weekend, a few of my friends and I flew to Melbourne which is very close, only about an hour flight. During my time in Sydney, I had many people tell me to visit Melbourne. I was told that it has a city feel like Sydney, but also a European feel to it, so a mix of both. I definitely saw this as soon as I arrived. It has the high-rise buildings, trains, and busy sidewalks  like Sydney. However, it also has small quiet parts with buildings that look so old like some buildings you would find throughout Europe. Since I’ve been living in a big city for the past three months, it was nice to get away and experience the cute little quiet parts of a new city.

We had a whole list of things that we wanted to do and see while in Melbourne, and I think we accomplished almost all of it! On our first day there, the only sunny, hot day of the whole weekend, we visited the Brighton Bathing Boxes. These are small cabannas that people own and some that can be rented out on a tiny beach. They are all painted with different designs and are a large tourist attraction and great for pictures. The next day, we did a tour of the Great Ocean Road and the 12 Apostles. The Great Ocean Road is just a road where you drive along with beautiful views of the ocean the entire way. The 12 Apostles are rock formations that all stand separately from one another. I was shocked to find out that there are actually only 8 apostles, but it was named 12 because it sounded better! The views and picture I got to take were breathtaking. On Saturday, the weather was cold and rainy so we checked out the National Gallery of Victoria. There were so many fascinating paintings and they had a very cool fashion exhibit up. We then saw some street art graffiti on the famous street for it, Hosier Lane. Finally, on our last day, we went to the Queen Victoria Market, which was a huge farmers market with everything you could ever imagine.

The Brighton Bathing Boxes at Brighton Beach
Some street art on Hosier Lane
The Great Ocean Road – the 12 Apostles
Fashion exhibit at the National Gallery of Victoria

Core Course Week In Sweden

Submitted by Marina Ward on the 2019 spring semester DIS program in Copenhagen, Denmark…

When a student commits to a semester at DIS, they choose a course to be their “core course.” This is typically a class related to their major or to a subject of particular interest. It will hold a special place in their class schedule, as it entails two weeks of study covering material solely related to the class. The first week involves three days of travel and two lecture days in Copenhagen, while the second entails five days of travel. These blocks of time are great for immersion into the subject matter. DIS offers a myriad of options for all, and each core course is just as interesting as the next. (I really had the hardest time deciding). I study Criminal Justice, Communications, Women and Gender Studies, and Forensic Science so I looked at core courses like Terrorism and Counterterrorism, Humanitarian Law and Armed Conflict, and Prostitution and the Sex Trade. I chose the last-mentioned, to the stifled dismay of my parents, but have enjoyed it nonetheless. I won’t lie, it’s also pretty fun watching people’s faces when I tell them I am studying prostitution while abroad. It has also been very liberating to get out of my comfort zone and discuss a subject so repressed in American culture. The Danes are very open about topics related to sex and sexuality, which has fostered great discussions within the class.

For my short study tour, or core course week, I went to Malmö and Göteborg in Sweden. We heard several interesting speakers including the Swedish police, a transgender sex worker, a sex work researcher, and a human trafficking support NGO.

The Nordic model of prostitution originated in Sweden and has been adopted by several other nations, including Norway, Iceland, Canada, and France. This system aims to eliminate prostitution as a whole by halting demand. To achieve this, the selling of sex has been legalized, but third parties and buyers have been criminalized. On the surface, this arrangement sounds beneficial—sex workers receive the support and protection they need. However, the implications are far more complex. Sex workers are protected in their right to sell sex, but are repressed in a number of other ways.

First, I’ll explain what a third party is. Typically, we consider a pimp to be a third party, but technically any person who aids a sex worker in their profession falls into this category. These could be brothel owners and escort drivers, or landlords and other sex workers. This is a great weakness of the legislation. If a landlord finds out that a tenant is a sex worker, they may be so inclined to increase rent in order to compensate for risk or even kick the tenant out. This results in homelessness, lack of a safe space to work, and inability to generate income. All of these are the opposite of the goal of the Nordic model, further repressing workers and creating poverty. Additionally, it creates a more hazardous environment because prostitutes are unable to work together. Numbers are important for safety and support, especially in an industry where the person working is highly vulnerable to a client they can only judge based on appearances. If found working together, sex workers can be arrested for pimping each other out.

These weaknesses, of course, were not highly emphasized in the lecture from the Swedish police. In fact, the lecturer emphasized that the workers could rely on the police for protection and resources. This would be countered by our next lecture. Additionally, she emphasized aspects of trafficking and the oppressive nature of the sex industry. One thing she said did resonate with me: “Women as the majority of prostitutes makes a statement about gender disparities in the world.”

In my heart and my heavy moral compass, I agreed with this and have struggled since with the inherent objectification associated with the sex industry. I continue to question how this reflects our view of women (who do make up the vast majority of sex workers) and their place in society. Listening to her speak, I honestly agreed with a lot of things about the Nordic model. It’s easy to fall for it because it’s beautifully idealistic. The aim of the model is to eliminate demand for buying sex as a way of undermining the industry as a whole. Women are oppressed by being prostituted and use the occupation as a last resort. It is not a fully voluntary choice because women are forced into it by a lack of options, and then most need help transitioning out of the industry.

I am a boring rule follower and value order (snore, I know). I was raised in a conservative, Catholic, American family in suburban Ohio. Especially in comparison to the Danes, sex is embarrassing to us Americans; it’s awkward and we abashedly avoid conversation surrounding it. While I thought I was as open minded as can be, deep down I knew for some reason I was uncomfortable with the idea of prostitution as a whole. One thing I took away from this trip, however, was central to my success in the class from this point on: my moral compass should be checked at the door. I’ll come back to this later.

The next lecture, I think, sparked my new approach. We spoke with a transgender sex worker who had lived in America, Germany, and Sweden and worked in the former two. One thing she said changed my entire perspective:

“ONLY RIGHTS CAN UNDO THE WRONGS”

This, I wholeheartedly agree with. She helped me fully understand the human rights perspective on prostitution, sex work as work. In her opinion, the Nordic model is a violation of fundamental human rights. It eliminates a person’s fundamental right to choose their occupation by attempting to crush the profession. Additionally, it is a threat to the right to housing because sex workers can be kicked out of their homes or denied housing. They may be barred from opening bank accounts, taking out loans, and getting mortgages, etc. as a result of the stigma attached to the profession. She gave a statistic that 63% of Swedish people think the policy encourages prejudices against prostitutes. The only way to correct these and the wrongs mentioned above is to give sex workers more rights. Additionally, resources directed toward terminating prostitution should be focused on the root causes, like poverty and forces driving people to migrate. Sex and sex work should be viewed as fundamental human rights.

Later that day, we heard from a researcher who specifically focused on the performance of race in sex work. Her niche involved studying Thai transgender sex workers who had migrated to Europe. We discussed the sociological implications of how these women perform gender and race. She posed the idea that the women were exoticising, themselves to make more money. Additionally, she presented monumentally important ideas about the presentation of femininity. The sex workers come to Europe and dress, look, and act in the most feminine way they know according to Western norms. Trans people exhibited the need to be considered beautiful to feel validated. To feel beautiful, they needed men to want to buy sex from them. This places value on the body and sexual desirability. They seek heteronormalcy, mimicking feminine traits that are inherently deviant in their bodies. We also learned about post-colonialism, and men seeking out these sex workers in a search for the stereotypical “submissive Asian woman” making them the “superior white.” This is a highly racialized sexual desire and leads back to power and the sex worker’s need to be wanted. Her research was highly specific, but very well conducted and presented.

The next day, we went to Göteborg and heard from a human trafficking outreach organization. This had Christian roots and provided resources to those in the sex industry, especially those seeking refuge. I mention Christian roots because of an interesting point mentioned in the lecture. Once a week, a church allows the organization to serve coffee, tea, and snacks to sex workers. They might need information, blankets, or someone to talk to. A priest is there to pray with women and hear confessions. Someone in the class asked if the religious aspect made any of the women uncomfortable, and they replied that many women are drawn in because of the connection, though it was very loose. Women sought religion as it was offered because they felt ostracized from the religion in their home country due to their work. Many of them had immigrated from Eastern Europe. Another interesting thing we discussed were penalties for buyers. They get a small fine for soliciting prostitutes. This can even be sent to their office, because many of the men buying have families and have jobs. They have disposable time and income, and many of them have power. Politicians need voters, which is why these punishments cannot become stricter or actually be enforced. Only a couple of people have been imprisoned. Another thing they presented was the idea of why some people turn to sex work. Sad as it is, many had been sexually assaulted as children or underwent some violent trauma, so they subject themselves to that same experience over and over to attempt to understand and conquer it. While this may be true in some cases, this directly compares sex work to rape and well-represents Sweden’s perspective that the sex workers are victims.

On a lighter note, we went to a very interesting restaurant for dinner. It was a “Boulebar,” basically French bocce ball on indoor courts. Some of my classmates were absolute Olympians out of the gate, though none of us had played before. I, of course, was not so gifted. We had a lot of fun and ate some really good food. DIS really takes care of us when it comes to meals.

We returned to Copenhagen for a lecture and walking tour, but as this is lengthy and I probably wouldn’t have even gotten this far, I’ll wrap up with a few final remarks. We were taken on a walking tour of Copenhagen from a sex work perspective. We saw buildings where old brothels stood, old hospitals for those carrying venereal diseases, the courthouse, the square for public humiliation, and Copenhagen’s Red Light District. One interesting point the tour guide made was in pointing out a statue. She mentioned that many prostitutes were models for works of art. It’s interesting that those so stigmatized by society for so many years are now the ones immortalized and admired for their beauty in the form of art.

One final thing I want to mention is how we bonded as a group. I didn’t expect to have so much time to get to know my classmates. We had a great time exploring together, breaking down presentations, and forming our opinions as we gathered knowledge. Writing this in March, I’ve grown very fond of my class and am inspired by their intelligence, articulation, and thoughtfulness with each passing class meeting. I’ve had so much fun getting to know everyone and making memories as a group.

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(enjoying art in Malmö)

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(Göteborg)

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(if you know…)

Washington, D.C. – Reflections On Depression In A New Place

Submitted by Siwa Versnel on the 2019 spring semester program in Washington, D.C. …

I would like to take this week to talk about depression while abroad or in a new city. Towards the beginning of the semester, I was overcome with excitement: I was in awe at Washington and at my internship. I loved the feeling of living in a high energy world city again, I felt more productive, and learned that I loved looking and feeling like a professional. I even began to resent aspects of college culture at home: the common practices of skipping class or sleeping in all week and partying on the weekends felt lazy and entitled. Newark felt full of people like that, like a social island of people that refused to grow up. Washington, D.C. felt like a fresh start, a chance to be an adult, to live in the real world. This has held true in many ways, but I realized that my struggles with depression were not tied to place. When the initial excitement wore off, my depressive episodes and anxiety slowly crept back in. I often felt imposters syndrome; not being competent enough at work, not being as ambitious as my roommates, not being capable to exist in the field I want to work in so desperately. Often, I also felt lonely. As much as I love all of my roommates and new friends here, I started missing my friends at home, my house, the people I saw on the weekends. Many of my friends also struggle with mental illness, which can have both benefits and drawbacks. In the first weeks of my time in D.C., I focused a lot on the drawbacks. It’s easy to stay depressed when everyone around you is also depressed, and to wallow in each other’s negative energy instead of being productive. However, my friends were also a fantastic support network, and my sadness was much more comfortable around them. In many cases, including mine, there is no one source of depression or anxiety that you can simply identify and eliminate. Learning that was helpful in getting a handle on my depression without the support network I’m used to. I began building my support network here, learned what things make me feel at peace or happy here. Some days are unfortunately spent taking depression naps and being mildly reclusive, but some are spent laughing away with my roommates, meeting new people and exploring new parts of the city. As the weather gets warmer, my mid-terms come to an end, and my physical health gets better (I have been getting sick very frequently which has only been adding to my depression), I would love to explore even more. At the end of the day, I am so grateful to be here. I get to learn new skills almost every day, I get to visit new places, I get to meet people with the most interesting careers and lives. I am also learning so much more about myself that I wouldn’t have known otherwise. And when I truly miss home, home is but a few hours away! I indulge in this convenience occasionally… but with the city at my fingertips, I can never leave for too long.

 

Italy: Clock is Ticking

Submitted by Althea Suniga on the 2019 spring semester program in Rome, Italy…

For almost half a year, we are in a different country living a very different lifestyle. For almost half a year, we are immersed in an experience that is always new and ever evolving. Half a year seems like a long time especially when you’re far from home and you have many things that you’ve been missing. Like the home-cooked stew made by Dad and the chocolate chip cookies made by Mom. But half a year also seems like no time at all when you’re studying abroad where time flies like cheap airline flights.

Arriving here in January, I felt as if I had all the time in the world to make Europe mine with a lifestyle of jet-set, new experiences, and new faces to meet. But as orientation finished, classes picked up, and weekend trips were booked, the five months we have abroad starts to wind down like a sand timer. Instead of days, you suddenly start counting by weeks, and with a little over a month left, you start counting by a month. No one likes to talk about it, but we all know that it’s there, after catching up with your friend that went to Amsterdam for the weekend, you realize that the trip you booked back in January is already next week in the first week of April.

Am I ready to go home? To eat my favorite fast food, lay down in my own bed, and shower in a space bigger than a kitchen sink? Absolutely. But am I also ready to leave Europe and the magic of genuine cuisine, and leave the sites of European countries? Absolutely not. I’ve learned on this program that as much as being home is what I know best and what comforts me best, my time to experience life in Europe is very little and limited. I realize that home will always be there to welcome me, but deciding to walk to the Trevi Fountain at night after dinner is not. It’s always a weird desire to be two places at the same time, but I guess it’s also lucky because now I get to call two places my home now, too.

Weekend in Lisbon, Portugal

Submitted by Isabelle on the 2019 spring semester study abroad program in Rome, Italy…

This weekend, I took a trip to Lisbon. I had very few expectations of Lisbon since I didn’t really do any prior research or look up any photos. I was so pleasantly surprised. It was so beautiful and the people were so nice. It ended up being one of my favorite places that I’ve been to. This made me realize the importance of going places you haven’t really heard of because they could end up really surprising you. The atmosphere was way more laid back than Rome or any other place we’ve been to, and it was very refreshing. I definitely want to go back to Lisbon at some point in the future. One of my biggest regrets as I approach the last month I’m here is not spending more weekends in Rome. I wanted to see as many places as possible, but I regret possibly not giving Rome the time it deserves. In April, I have booked trips for almost every weekend before finals and it makes me kind of sad. I know I’ll be back at some point, I just don’t know how soon that time will be. One of the things that I didn’t expect to be a problem when studying abroad is sickness. I have gotten pretty sick and the constant traveling seems to have prevented me from getting better. It is so discouraging to be sick when you’re trying to travel and have a good time. Italian doctors and health care are so different it seems very foreign and almost scary. To anyone studying abroad in the future, I would remind them to think about getting sick and suggest they bring all their favorite medications from back home.

Australia: Time To Reflect

Submitted by Gabriella Van Winkle on the 2019 spring semester program in Sydney, Australia…

As I come to the last few weeks here in Sydney, I have begun to reflect on the time I have spent here so far. When I came here, I was determined to see so many things and experience many new things. Whether it was different cafés, landmarks, or beaches there was always something new to see or do. This far into the semester, I feel like I have accomplished so many things while being here. Of course, there is just so much to do it is almost impossible to do, even though I have been here for months. However, I feel that everything I wanted to do I have done or have plans to do before I leave. I have lived in Sydney so I got the city living feel, and I went to Cairns that had more of a beach town feel. This past weekend, I went to Melbourne which encompasses more of a culture enriched suburb. It is known for having amazing street art and some of the best cuisines Australia has to offer. I got a different feel in all three of these cities that made my time in this country a wonderful time of various experiences. Each of these cities reminded me of cities close to home such as New York City, the shore area of New Jersey, and just a regular suburb like where I live. It was interesting to see how these cities can all be similar, but have so many differences as well.

Italy: Family Visit

Submitted by Caitlin Rulli on the 2019 spring semester program in Rome, Italy…

When I studied abroad in Madrid, I was completely on my own for four months. Sure, I had my friends, but my family was unable to visit me for the semester. We have never traveled abroad as a family, and the priority at that time was to get me to Spain. For the fall of 2016, I was periodically “adopted” by many of my friends’ families that came to visit, particularly kind parents who welcomed us into their AirBNBs for an evening of home-cooked food. I was okay with my family not coming to see me. I was aware of the financial limitations, and am fairly independent. However, when my Mom started talking about the possibility of coming to visit me while in Rome, I was elated.

I’ve been planning to come to Rome since I was still in Madrid – that’s two years of checking course listings, researching restaurants, and putting in extra hours at work to save up money. My Mom had been doing the same, and as soon as I was accepted to come to Rome and knew what my spring break was, my family took the time off work so they could come see me. I had planned for the first half of the week to be in Madrid, and the second half to be spent in Rome. This way, my family could see both where I was, and where I am now.

I had trepidations about my family coming to visit. Of course I was excited, but we had never done anything like this as a family before. We had gone camping (in an RV with queen-sized beds, a microwave, and campground-wide WIFI), but Rulli Euro Vacay 2019 was a whole other ball game. There’s a time zone change, a language barrier, a ton of walking, late dinners, and unfamiliar surroundings. Sure, I know some Spanish and Italian and I know the cities, but how would we navigate a slew of new experiences, many of them uncomfortable?

I was blown away. My whole family absolutely adored each and everyday I had planned for them. Museums, castles, parks, restaurants and cafes galore. My father loved how pretty and clean Madrid is, my mother loved the history in the Roman Forum and the photography opportunities, and my sister delighted in the art that abounds in Europe. We splurged on skip-the-line tickets and guided tours, and ate at some of my favorite restaurants.

Travel brought my family closer together, and I had anticipated the opposite. I already knew the power that traveling can have on relationships, both positive and negative. I have experienced firsthand how it can either wither or strengthen the ties between people. I hadn’t imagined how much stronger my family would become over this trip. After the passing of my grandmother earlier this year, it was extra important to all of us to have this time together, and being able to spend that time in Spain and Italy in a once-in-a-lifetime vacation is beyond description. My mother, father, and sister are now tucked back home in New Jersey, and I am left a little homesick, and very excited for the next time we can all hop on a plane together and explore the world as a family.

The Rulli Family in Florence

 

France: Friends For Keeps

Submitted by Althea Suniga on the 2019 spring semester program in Rome, Italy…

Leaving your friends at home while you study abroad could be one of the hardest things you can do. For four months, you meet new people and make new friends on your own while the friends you already have do the same without you. Fortunately, I got to visit one of my best friends, Julia, in Paris, France during her own study abroad experience. After two months of communication only on screen with my close friend, nothing felt better than the moment we were hugging again in the airport arrivals.

We all make promises to the people we leave behind when we go abroad for four months. Promises like video chatting every week, sending post cards, and keeping our Snapchat streaks no matter the time difference. But one thing I have always been bad at is keeping in touch, so conversations are often short and shallow. How I know that a friendship I formed is a strong one though is when the moment I see that person again, we can talk like there was not a time we were apart. That is exactly what it felt like seeing my good friend Julia again.

The four days I spent in Paris felt too short of a time due to the stories we had to tell, from the hardships of our classes and the troubles of navigating our respective cities. But getting the chance to visit her city and getting to meet the new friends she has made created a more meaningful experience while visiting her. At the same time, in the time of our friendship all we knew of each other was what we were on campus and the occasional visits to each other’s towns during the summer. The opportunity to now travel together and visit each other in our cities adds a new experience in our friendship.

I have learned that while abroad, absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder. But once reunited, it feels like no time was lost at all.

Washington, D.C. – Spending Time With Friends

Submitted by Jillian Cullen on the 2019 spring semester program in Washington, D.C. …

I was surprised with a visit by my wonderful friends this past weekend!  It was completely unexpected, but incredibly needed!  We explored D.C., which made me realize just how long I have been here and all that I have yet to see!  We walked all the way to the Jefferson Memorial and were taken aback by how beautiful it all was. (However, the cherry blossoms were not quite blooming yet…I’ll have to go back!)  It was a weekend full of new adventures with old friends, and made me realize just how lucky I am.  I have great people waiting for me back home, but I also have amazing opportunities awaiting me here in D.C.  I can’t wait to see what the rest of the semester has to offer!  Feeling very positive and grateful for this opportunity!

 

Italy: The Things You Can’t Forget

Submitted by Althea Suniga on the 2019 spring semester program in Rome, Italy…

So how did I end up in the library for ten hours on a Tuesday? The story might be long, but the answer is short: midterms. Study abroad is filled with many experiences, seeing the Mona Lisa, visiting the Sagrada Familia, and writing a five-page research paper in one day. Study abroad is every college student’s dream, but the key thing we always forget is to study. Yes, we get to travel around countries and visit new countries, but at the same time we do have classes to maintain and tests to take.

My reality check came in the form of the five-page history research paper I had to finish in ten hours. After being assigned the paper a month in advance, that timer soon ticked and ran too quickly. For an English minor, writing essays are second nature and every page count and word count is just another dust on the shoulder. But add the distractions of living abroad and the feat of writing an essay becomes more difficult. The month you have been given to finish five pages suddenly turns to ten hours due to the weekend trips you have planned, the cooking class you decided to take, and the day trip you took to the park.

Hence why, there I was, 9 o’clock at night on a Tuesday with an essay due in less than twelve hours, citations still yet to be done. Only after finally printing out the five-page, fully cited essay, did I realize that I did not have one meal throughout the whole day. While taking care of my essay and making sure every fact was in its place, I forgot to take care of myself. As my tram ride home carried on, I felt my body slowly feel the abandon I treated it with for the day. Dizzy and starving once arriving home, my body faced the worst it has felt since coming on this trip. I became sick because I didn’t take care of my body.

I think that is the one thing students studying abroad forget to do for themselves; and that is to take care. Yes, traveling can be fun. Yes, it is important as well to study for exams and do well in our classes. But it also very important that we take care of our bodies and we should not forget to listen to our bodies when it gives us signs. This experience has taught me that I am not invincible. I must be better at my time management, but I must take care of myself as well.