Students

  • Cultural immersion was my way to learn about the world’s diversities and my own identity. This past summer, I lived in Costa Rica for three weeks and worked on community service projects with a student travel program. It was a challenging and rewarding journey, especially at such a young age. The...

  • July 24, 2009 started bright and early. That Friday morning, my family and I woke up just in time to watch the sun rise in Cairns, Queensland, Australia. It resembled sunset, only the sun was moving in the opposite direction: upward, marking the beginning of a new day. Looking out from the hotel...

  • The turbulence of the plane woke me from my dreamy state. I had been staring out of the plane window for what seemed like days. I did not exactly know what to expect when I stepped onto the ramp that led into the outside world. I was in Mexico City, the capital of my mother’s country, the country...

    Tags: Caribbean
  • Julie nearly fainted. Rachel spilled water on her potatoes. George kept eating lamb. The band continued its strains and the groom's family danced.             I, though fazed, continued to politely consume the food set in front of us, aware that this lamb came from the groom's own herd and also...

    Tags: Europe
  • It took 4 years of French language classes, a strongly expressed love for French, and a persistent nagging toward my parents before I convinced them to let me travel to France with my classmates in the summer of 2009. It was a voyage dubbed “Allons en France” or “Let’s go to France” by NETC, the...

    Tags: Europe, France
  • My eyes lock on the rosary dangling from the driver's mirror as he swerves down the foggy mountainside, chauffeuring 17 American teens to the first stop on their community service adventure in Costa Rica.  I say my prayers, hoping this driver's style is unique among the Costa Rican populous.  It...

  • The first time I tied a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue was on the banks of the Mekong River, surrounded by beggars. The skies threatened rain as I sat with my parents and sister at a bare metal table outside a restaurant in Phnom Penh. It was the first day of the Duch trials and soldiers...

    Tags: Asia
  •               When I boarded the plane to go to the Stanford Invitational, I figured I would have fun, race, and come home. I never figured on learning something about myself in the process, but the trip turned into much more than a race for me. It turned into a valuable experience.            ...

  • Nervously, yet, excitedly, I wring my hands as I stare out the plane window into the black, African nightscape.  My pulse quickens as we descend my heart nearly explodes as we touch down. The hot, solid humidity hits me like a wall as we step out of the plane and I breath deeply.  “I’m actually in...

    Tags: Africa
  •   With a cramped hiney and a stuffed carry-on bag, I stumbled off the plane after a twelve hour torture session. Sleep was merely an idea that floated around in the back of my head as we were herded into the line for customs. The videogames that were lifesaving distractions on the plane  became...

    Tags: Asia

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