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Halfway There

74,880. That is (approximately) how many minutes I have been in Spain. For those of you who don’t feel like doing the math or don’t have a calculator handy, that amounts to 52 days.  And, having been here for 52 days, I am quickly approaching the halfway point to my study abroad experience. After an initial rough adjustment to a new way of life, the time has been flying. I cannot believe that my experience is almost half over, but I am very satisfied with what I have experienced and learned in the last 52 days.

First and foremost, I am proud of the improvement of my Spanish abilities. Now, I can fully understand my host mother and there are a lot less blank looks (on my part) at the dinner table. Additionally, the mealtime conversations have thankfully gotten much less awkward, I even find myself thinking in Spanish a large majority of the time.

A view of the city of Toledo

I am thankful for the many experiences that I have had over the past 52 days. I have had the chance to familiarize myself with the city of Granada through long walks and exploring countless museums. I have also travelled to the beaches of Portugal and spent time soaking up the sun and surveying the unique grottoes that line the shores of the Atlantic. Last weekend, I had the opportunity to visit Madrid and Toledo. In these cities, I delved deeper into the culture of Spain by visiting the royal palace, spending time in art museums, and enjoying authentic Spanish food. Perhaps my favorite cultural experience was attending a Real Madrid soccer game. It was an incredible experience to witness such passion for soccer firsthand!

But perhaps the most important thing that I have learned over the past 7 weeks is the importance of time. First and foremost, I have learned how imperative it is to budget time. With homework, classes, traveling and wanting to make the most out of this experience, time management is essential. For me, this means watching less online television. But, I will have plenty of time over winter session to catch up!

I have also learned how fast time flies. It seems crazy to me that my time in Europe is half over. While I do miss many things about home (ice cream, my bed, giving tours at UD, fall, and my family and friends), I know that I will be home before I know it. I am looking forward to the next 57 days (82,080 minutes, in case you were curious) and I can’t wait to see what they have in store for me! So while the next two months will be busy, I know that I will have many great stories to tell and pictures to show when I return home in December.

~Rebecca Jaeger

First Day of School: Spanish Style

While all you Blue Hens back home trudged to class for the first time on August 27th, I, unfortunately, did not have that pleasure. Instead, my sophomore year in Granada, Spain commenced on October 1st.

As a child, the first day of school was always exciting. The start of a new school year always meant new classes, teachers, and activities. For me, it also came with a carefully selected outfit and a family dinner consisting of Chinese food. (Of course, those were always my favorite parts). As I have gotten older, many parts of this special day have changed. No longer is there solely unadulterated excitement; the first day of school brings with it a sense of dread about the work to come. And of course, now that I am in a foreign country, this first day was especially different (but not the carefully selected outfit part, of course).

The first and most profound change between my first day this year and first days of years past is the language. All of my classes this semester are in Spanish (yikes). While the language barrier has decreased over the past four weeks that I have been here, taking classes completely in Spanish is an entirely new experience. I can tell you that there will be no daydreaming for me this semester, because I simply cannot zone out and still manage to understand the professor!

My first day of school also showed me how different college in Spain is from college in the US. One major divergence is the length of the classes. Considering that the semester starts later here, the classes need to be longer. Therefore, all classes are two hours long. Quite a big change from the 50-minute classes at UD! This length will certainly take some getting used to. Another difference is the grading scale. Instead of letter grades, the Spanish use numerical grades from 1-10. Just another difference to adjust to over the course of the semester!

So while my first day of school was filled with changes, one thing that never fades is the initial anticipation of discovering what the semester will be like. For me, the anticipation is inevitable; I always look forward to finding out more about my classes and who will be teaching them. Although many times the anticipation fades after the first homework is assigned, for me, there is something truly special about the first day of school. No matter where you are, the classes you are taking, or who your professors are, the first day of school is a new beginning, a time to start over.

As for my new beginning, it was a success! I believe that I will enjoy my professors and learning about the Spanish language and culture. Yes, the two-hour classes will be a struggle sometimes, but hey, who can complain about school when one of the buildings has a view like this?

~Rebecca Jaeger

 

 

Life Lessons at the Laundromat

Out of all the things that excited me about college life- doing my own laundry was not on the list. (Full disclosure: I am ashamed to admit it, but my mom did my laundry up until senior of high school.) The first time I trudged down the stairs of my residence hall, lugging a cumbersome bag of un-washed clothes over my shoulder and carrying a bottle of Tide detergent in hand, I felt only resentment. I had better things to do than separate my lights and darks. (Please keep in mind this was freshman year- I’d like to think I’ve matured since then.)

When I finally entered the laundry room resentment was replaced by intimidation. The machines stared at me menacingly. It was like they knew how inexperienced I was. They were looking down at my lack of domestic skills with condescension. if I wasn’t careful, they would turn all my crisp white shirts a washed out shade of pink. I nearly trembled.

A pretty intimidating sight for a first-timer

No. I would not let myself be daunted by some inanimate objects. Gritting my teeth in determination I approached the washing machine and began transferring my laundry from the bag to the machine. I would conquer this.

Well friends, if you must know, I did not get through my first load of laundry without not one, but two calls to my dear mother. (“What do you mean the temperature of the water matters?!”) Also, if I’m being perfectly honest, I did put the detergent in the wrong compartment. There is likewise a very good chance I simply dumped the detergent in there without measuring it out first.  Who really pays attention the fill lines on the cap anyway?

Yet, despite all my blunderings, I felt something else as I watched the water pour over my clothes through the window of the washing machine, staring transfixed as my load began to spin and tumble around. I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Later, when I tossed the wet bundles into the dryer, now cleansed of stains and unappealing smells, I felt a sense of pleasure. Then, when I pulled them from the dryer, (warm, clean, and smelling faintly of Tide detergent), I was overwhelmed with immense satisfaction.

As I folded my garments and placed them in their respective drawers, I was beaming. I was the reason they were now fresh and ready for their second wear. I had created a new beginning. Silly as it might sound, I felt like I was growing up.

People will give you a lot of advice before you go off to college, about how you’re going to need to really step it up because your parents aren’t there to take care of you anymore, and how you’re going to learn to take care of yourself. It always sounded pretty daunting, at least to me. Here’s what they don’t tell you: it’s fun! Tackling these tasks of adulthood is exhilarating, and each time you conquer a new responsibility it prepares you for the next one.

Then again, maybe I’m just overly excited about the fact that I haven’t turned a shirt pink yet.

~Victoria Snare

On Turning 20

My Uncle Joe, a former high school principal, claims that people leap from childhood to adulthood, moving from age twelve to age twenty, with nothing in between. He insists that this skip helps avoid the “unpleasantness of being a teenager,” or, more importantly for him, dealing with teenager-dom. Considering his past career, it’s obvious he’s joking,  but when he mentions skipping thirteen through nineteen, it just seems like such a long time.

I suppose my Uncle Joe can welcome me back into the family, because it finally happened. I knew the date was coming up, but, somewhere in the back of my mind, I don’t think I really believed it would arrive (too much wibbly-wobbly from Doctor Who or something along those lines). But, as time tends to do, it passed, and on July 26th, I finally turned 20.

The day of my birthday itself was great. I slept in, had an iced coffee delivery from my mom, went out to dinner with two of my very good friends (thanks, Greca and Jay!), and, for the most part, just relaxed. I’m even still awaiting a mysterious birthday present from my little sister. Overall, my family and friends made the day wonderful. It wasn’t until the day after the fact that it hit me. I am no longer a teenager.

As it happened, I was working my summer job at the Staples in my hometown the day after my birthday, and, amid the customers flooding in that weekend for back to school madness, my mind was racing. I’m twenty, and I’m still working the same job I’d started when I was sixteen. True, this summer has been the one of my internship at Cambridge University Press (see my last post for some details on that!), but that moment’s realisation made me feel like I’d gone stagnant before I’d even started.

In part, this is probably due to the rapid and random arrival of articles about twenty-somethings (or twenty-nothings, if you’re me) I’ve been reading lately. Almost on cue, they began to spring up on my Facebook timeline: things twenty-year-olds don’t know, things twenty-year-olds should be doing, things twenty-year-olds should remember, etc. Standing behind the counter at my retail summer job, thinking of this flood of instruction and advice, it was easy for me to panic. And panic I did. But just a little.

Because despite what the articles say, twenty is still young. I still have time, and while I don’t plan on wasting it, I don’t plan on spending it stressing and fretting, either. I still want to write and publish a novel (or two, or three…), I still want to teach, and I still want to be happy. There are a number of different paths I could take to get there, and twenty is the start of the road.

~Claire Davanzo

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Here’s to Never Growing Up

In my lifetime, I have been to such places as Philadelphia, Washington, D.C., New York City, London, and Paris.  However, the top destination for me will always be the “Happiest Place on Earth.”  That’s right; I’m talking about Walt Disney World!  While I do enjoy the beach getaways every now and then, Disney is really the only vacation for my family.  You could say we are just a tad bit obsessed. Personally, this past vacation was my tenth trip, but some members of my family have been over 15 times! As you can probably infer, when the Tattersalls go to Disney, they go hard. This time was no exception.

From matching tanks to character breakfasts, from speed-walking to our favorite rides at the park’s opening, to dancing through EPCOT’s World Showcase at the end of “Illuminations” at night, it was as if this was our first time in Disney World. But, it wasn’t our first rodeo and we certainly were able to fit in our favorite rides (each one multiple times, too) and hit some of the best restaurants in the parks. We even stayed in the Magic Kingdom for almost 16 hours straight! I personally was second in line for Space Mountain when the ride opened that morning (Yet I had to let everyone ahead of me as I waited for my slowpoke family members to catch up with me). And while we were in the parks for just about four days, we definitely made the most of those four days to make this one of the most memorable Disney vacations.

Hannah and her sisters in front of Cinderella's Castle in their matching tanks!

Hannah and her sisters in front of Cinderella’s Castle in their matching tanks!

One of the reasons I love Disney is that for the days you are there, you honestly have no other worries in the world besides what FastPass you should get next or what’s the easiest way to get from MGM Studios to anyplace the monorail stops just so you can hear, “Please stand clear of the doors… Por favor manténgase alejado de las puertas.”

Another reason is that no matter how old you are, you always feel like a kid again when you’re in Disney.  Ask anyone who has been and they will tell you that once you walk down Main Street USA and lay eyes on Cinderella’s Castle with the statue of Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse in front of it, you are instantly transported back to your childhood sitting on your couch watching Disney movies with your sisters.  Or when you are in line for Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster, you still get just the slightest bit of nervousness each time you see one of the “super stretch” limos speeding off to the Aerosmith Concert. Or when you’re watching Wishes at the end of the night and hear Jiminy Cricket’s voice singing “When You Wish Upon A Star”, you definitely tear up (as my family and I did) just thinking about a memory from your past.

Ending the night in the Magic Kingdom the right way!

Ending the night in the Magic Kingdom the right way!

And then just as quickly as the trip goes, you are thrust back into reality with dreams of returning to Disney World in the very near future, which is the stage I am in right now.  With hilarious new memories and remembering the old one, I look forward to the next time my family and I return to the “Happiest Place of Earth.” But until we do, I don’t mind starting to get ready to return to (in my opinion) the Second Happiest Place on Earth in a few weeks: UD!

~Hannah Tattersall

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