2019-08-31
True to form, I’ve procrastinated doing this first blog post until just about the last second I could. We’re leaving for country, which is Brazil for me, in just under five hours, and not only are my clothes still in a messy pile on the floor, my mind’s pretty all over the place...
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I deferred from Mount Holyoke College exactly 24 days ago. That is the best example I can think of to show how hard the decision not to go to college this year was for me… I have never been a decisive person. I strongly dislike making decisions, and I am a heavy procrastinator. This particular...
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2019-08-31
8/27/19 I’m by no means the most creative or fantastic writer as you will see, but I do spend a good majority of my time reflecting through my writing. I often write when I’m sad or anxious and have no other means of coping with those feelings. Now, for Brazil, the real topic of conversation....
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I was scrolling through my Linkedln feed one pleasant morning when I came upon the following post from my soon-to-be alma mater: I do admit that I am a rather verbose writer. I tend to read verbose authors (looking at you, Edith Wharton) and enjoy the colorful world that adjectives and long descriptions paint. But,...
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2019-08-31
I learned about my host family on my 19th birthday. Throughout the day, a friend and I would occasionally refresh my email. Right before my friend lit the candle on the cake they made, I refreshed the page one last time. We screamed with excitement. A true birthday gift. A little over a week later,...
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2019-08-31
Hmm, where do I begin. Today was the last day of Global Launch and I don’t know if I feel complete or confused. It’s been a heck of a week, from arriving at Stanford University extremely nervous, anxious, and a little timid, to ending the week feeling mildly content and ready to go in country....
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2019-08-31
It’s the morning of the second day of orientation week at Stanford university. So far, I’ve been overwhelmed with first impressions and the obscurity of some of my experiences. This feeling first arose on my first transatlantic flight from Lisbon to the US. Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean it hit me that this huge and heavy...
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