I originally attempted to write this post back in May, but at the time it was being rushed. My thoughts weren't together. So, to truly give an honest review and this post the justice it deserves, I took the summer to truly think about the eight months spent abroad. Here I reflect on my experiences and their meanings.
I began university in last September excited.I was a freshman approaching a new country and culture. Driven by that excitement, I involved myself in different parts of university life. I signed up for and participated in the badminton, pool, art, news paper and Jewish societies and clubs. I went out drinking, joined guys for poker nights, studied with friends, hosted cooking sessions, danced at ceilidhs and more.
Academically, however, that excitement did not exist. I found myself disliking the majority of my classes and viewing them as mental struggles against a feeling of pointlessness rather than thought provoking, inspiring lessons. Sometimes, this perception nearly ruined my entire experience. I began to question whether university was right for me and if I should leave to pursue something different, perhaps a technical skill. Eighteen years of education, I thought, wasn't I ready to join the work force?
During the summer, these thoughts have faded and the old excitement of a new place, now familiar, has returned. I'm excited to continue psychology and enjoy another abroad. I'm looking forward to the work in Bibi's Cafe, traveling with friends, and experience what it's like to rent a house. I can't pin point the change of thought to any specific reason. I just feel relaxed and confident.
I hope these feelings don't leave me.
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