August 19, 2008

Reflections

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I went backpacking for about two and a half weeks while in Oz and met people from all over the world. (Such as the old man I photographed above in Byron Bay). Many of them were students right out of high school and informed me that it was fairly common to just take a year off and backpack/work/live/travel all around the globe. In America I feel that taking a year off is not just uncommon but disapproved. Can you imagine how much you would have grown if you would have spent a year before college on your own in another country? I remember thinking right after my experience backpacking that I wanted to make a booth and go to a college showcase at a high school that reminded students that its ok to take a year off and go somewhere. Part of me thinks I wasn’t ready for college when I was 18; part of me thinks I wasn’t ready for it until now, after this experience. I learned to relax and take the time to just be. Before, I feel like I relied on other people for a lot of security. You would rarely find me by myself on Allegheny campus. In Australia I learned that I like having time to myself, whether it be to draw, read, or just to think. This may not sound like a big deal but some of my insecurities like this one were definitely holding me back in the past, and I feel like I’ve learned to conquer, or at least control, almost all of them. I feel like I’ve aged five years since I’ve been gone, I’m just more confident, relaxed, focused, and peaceful.

Traveling Scholar

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After coming home and reflecting on my trip I’ve come to understand that the learning I experienced abroad is not even comparable to that I could learn solely in a classroom. A lot of my Marine Biology friends from Midwest United States (some of whom had never seen the ocean) were able to take Bio classes that included actual trips to the Great Barrier Reef to collect data and do research. Amazing right!? This is a prime example of experiential learning vs. traditional classroom learning, although it doesn’t relate to me. Sure, I learned a lot from the courses I took on college, but what I learned from being an ocean away from friends and family in a foreign land matured me incredibly (see “Reflections”). What I felt the experience mostly did was “broaden my horizons”. Not to sound trite but it really did just open my eyes to a world outside of my own. It’s so easy to get so caught up with yourself that you forget how much is out there.

Popular Culture

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I wasn’t expecting popular culture to be very different, but indeed it was. Granted, the most popular movies and T.V. shows remained the same for the most part, but as far as music and fashion goes it was a whole ‘nother story. All my fellow Allegheny Australia abroadees have mentioned the incessant techno, so I don’t think I need to go into much more detail about that, just know that it was EVERYWHERE, from the car radio to the shops in the mall. Now, imagine your brightest neon pink flip flops, then picture them on an 18-25 year old guy (very, very common). Imagine shorts that went midway down your thigh, again, on a young man (called ‘footy’ shorts). Remember rattails, the hair style? These are also very popular on young males. Some go as far as to make small braids out of them with brightly colored rubber bands. Young men’s clothing in Australia was like American boys’ wash that had shrunk in the dryer; much tighter, smaller, and shorter. Throw in lots of geometric patterning and bright neon and you’ve got yourself the average Aussie boys outfit. I took the picture above of Bryce (the president of our college) and his father on Bryce’s birthday, the neon may be a bit exaggerated but you get the idea. The sheilas (Aussie girls) also stood out from the American girls. It was most common to see a girl wearing a sundress or skirt to class, while the American girls were regularly seen in T-shirts and mesh shorts. I would argue that as a majority fashion was taken a little more seriously with a more elevated style, (by elevated I mean classier and matured). I wore dresses the first three weeks or so, but the trend died out fast for me and I began rolling out of bed and walking to class as usual.

Memorable Experience: SunBus Route 1A

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I worked in a restaurant called “Hog’s Breath” that was about a 30 minute bus ride from campus to downtown. I’ve never rode public transportation this regularly before so it definitely took some adjustment. After missing a few buses and a couple times taking the wrong route I eventually had the schedule memorized, knew which bus drivers would give you a hard time for having to make change, and knew that the 1A does NOT come on Sunday night so if you are working past 9:35pm don’t expect a bus home. Eventually I realized that I actually enjoyed the bus, it was a great way to zone-out and relax before a shift. It became a regular part of my life and looked forward to catching a glimpse of the sunset over the river while crossing the bridge. I began to feel like a regular, and started becoming familiar with some of the locals. Then one day, not only did one the bus drivers (there are many of them) say “Hello, Brittany”, but I also got a nod of recognition and a “G’day” from one of the other 5:30pm 1A local regulars. Between my experience with the SunBus system and working downtown at the restaurant I felt that I adequately established myself as an Australian resident, not a tourist.

Cultural Ambassador

At James Cook University in Australia the college residents are very familiar with Americans coming for a semester then leaving. I was kind of upset about this initially, I thought I was going to arrive at my dorm and be one of only a few Americans there, to the contrary, the first dozen people I met were all American, with MANY more to follow. Since Allegheny has such an established program at the University, Austrailan students were expecting us. I remember feeling proud and comfortable when some of them would say “Yeah Allegheny tends to send good people here”. There would be nights where I’d get drilled on American culture; everything from house/dorm parties to bagels to squirrels. It was always really funny and interesting to hear the different things they address. Of course the war was a common theme, but rarely did I encounter hostility. Contrary to what I had originally thought, most of the Australians I talked to had assumed that I was against the war, not for it. The only really ridiculous thing one person said to me (in all seriousness) was “Doesn’t everyone in America have vacation homes?”

Celebrating Love

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During Valentines Day I was en-route to Australia, missing my boyfriend but giddy with excitement for my arrival. From what I gathered, Valentine’s Day is celebrated in Australia as it is in America: an abundance of flowers, girls hoping for a pretty necklace from their boyfriends, friends sharing cards and goofy valentines with each other, bitter girls outwardly ridiculing the day as a “scam” and “waste of money”…etc. I think I was expecting them to celebrate the holiday a little less seriously, but just like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, most of them used the day to go out and buy something (be it a card, flower, candy, gift) to show their love and appreciation.

About Differences: "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem"

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Previous Americans warned me that returning to the States will require much more of an adjustment than arriving in Australia, and I couldn’t agree more. Since I’ve been home I’ve recognized a few differences between continents that weren’t so easily apparent while staying in Townsville, AU. Firstly, walking off the plane from Australia in the L.A. airport I couldn’t believe how LOUD it was! It took me off-guard, I was literally bombarded with voices. At first I thought that maybe it was just because I was in a busy airport around a fairly large crowd, but then I came home and went out to dinner with some friends and realized that our dialogue (and those of the neighboring tables) was unnecessarily loud, borderline obnoxious.
Also, I consider myself a pretty laid back person, so I fell into the northern Queensland relaxed pace of life without realizing much of a change. Townsville residents truly lived the tropical lifestyle. It wasn’t until I returned that I felt myself stressing and (literally) tensing about things that weren’t even a concern in Australia. I worked in a restaurant while abroad which was entirely different than working at Applebees here in the States. Australia: “You messed up the order? Eh, no worries mate.” “No rush, Brit, just get it done when you get the chance.” America: “You put in the wrong order? We can’t have anymore of this Brit get your act together or I’m going to stop giving you weekend shifts” “What do you mean it’s not done yet!?”
Other than those there were also some smaller differences that really stood out: 1. rattails are considered attractive on young adults, 2. even OUTSIDE smokers are roped into small areas away from other bar-goers, and smoking indoors is unheard of, 3.even public school kids wear uniforms, 4. American girls are easy to spot on campus because they are the only ones wearing last nights makeup, mesh shorts, and t-shirts, Australian girls tended to “overdress” (by our standards, of course) to class (think heels, pencil skirt, full makeup), 5. fresh fruit and vegetables were plentiful, and the majority of the dining hall had plates full of them everyday, 6. no shirt, no shoes, no problem.

“Home” is a strange word

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It has been about 5 days since I got back from my abroad experience and I still have a lot of re-adjusting to do. Having done the abroad thing before, I thought coming back home to my house in suburban Ohio would be a simple matter of remembering a few inside jokes with old friends and trying to be helpful around the house. You don’t realize just how much you miss within a semester’s (6 months) worth of time until you come back to a life that is more foreign than the land you visited. Even stranger is how much you, and everyone around you has changed within this time period. Some of my friends are graduated and looking for “real” jobs, others are getting married and engaged, I find out I am going to be an aunt, and quiet nights at home are no longer relaxing but rather a maddeningly boring alternative from my busy life a couple weeks ago. I find myself lying wide awake at night listening to the eerie silence interrupted only by the occasional spurts from the air conditioning system in place of the ongoing music and chatting outside my dorm window at my Australian university. About an hour ago, when asked what I was doing on my computer writing this blog instead of sleeping I answered “well, back home at this time I would be eating lunch….” My dad responded with a confused look on his face, “You ARE home,” he replied.

For some reason I thought that another abroad experience would balance me out, make me appreciate my [comparably] cozy suburban lifestyle. Instead, I have added another “home” to my already expanded list. Is my home in Australia? In Israel (my previous abroad experience which I still miss nearly 5 years later)? In Meadville at Allegheny College ? In the house I grew up in Ohio?

I watched a film a yesterday that stated “home is where the heart is,” but what if your heart is in multiple places? In each of these places I have found family, friends, and had unforgettable experiences. I am not even sure if an answer to this question is necessary. For now, I think I will just be content that I have a home somewhere and in the meantime try and overcome jetlag and figure out what time it really is…

Lessons Learned

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A thought often pops into my head as I trek the 15 minute walk back from classes under the unforgiving hot sun past the soccer fields, the occasional wallaby by the dormitories, and the green and fuschia tropical flora.

It comes when I hear a kookaburra’s mocking rolling laughter and the extraordinarily large bats’ (“flying foxes”) high pitched whistle and the flap of their great wings at night outside my bedroom window through the air-condition shaft.

The thought circulates in my mind when I eat fish and chips at a picnic table across from new friends and watch a lizard dart underneath my bench for shade.

“I’m in Australia right now.”

It may seem funny, but I find that I have to remind myself on occasion of where I am and how lucky I am to have gotten here. It seems unreal- three months ago I knew close to NOTHING about this land- I didn’t even realize there was a desert here ( the majority of the continent is desert by the way). My concept of Australia was kangaroos, koalas, a funny instrument called a didgeridoo, and a love of barbecues. Today, I am studying the geomorphology of coral reefs, the environmental history of Australia, about Aboriginal culture and people, and through my daily encounters, Australian pop culture as well.

I hadn’t realized how much I had learned and gotten used to until my mother surprised me with a phone call letting me know she was coming to visit. She began asking me questions about what she should pack, the weather here, and what there was to do in Australia.

I replied that it was cold weather now, being the beginning of winter in the month of April. She then asked, “How cold- temperature-wise”? Without giving it a second thought and completely serious I replied, “Pretty cold, mom- it’s like 23 degrees Celsius-….so like, 75 degrees Fahrenheit?”
The moment of silence on the other line followed by a laugh of disbelief that I was considering temperatures in the 70’s as cold brought me back to reality.

Each day I learn a little more about this beautiful country and myself. However, I think it will take some time away from Australia to truly realize and reflect on these lessons learned.

August 16, 2008

Looking Back Across the Ocean..

I've been home for about a month now. The Olympics have already begun. I miss the cool places I could go on the weekends, or on days when I didn't have class, I miss the food, I miss speaking Chinese. But most of all I miss the people.

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Now that I'm home, I've been doing a lot of reading. Materials that I: 1. can't read in Chinese 2. didn't have access to in China. And I've come to the understanding that the Chinese people and the government are really two separate identities. This seems like a simple idea - of course, right? Not really. You don't realize until you start talking to people and do some serious reading. There are things that the government hides from its own people that the rest of the world knows. And things that the government hides from the rest of the world that it's own people know. While I was in China, I knew nothing about the protests in Tibet until someone told me, someone who had regular access to family members in America who told him what had been happening. Most people in America don't really know of the Chinese police's brutality until you talk to a member of the Falun Gong or know someone who has gone there and seen it. So, naturally it's difficult, sometimes, to discern what are common thoughts of the people and what actually coming from the government.

I found most people there very interested in my presence, eager to talk to me, and welcoming for the most part. What's more, they have no qualms about sharing personal space with others (foreigners or otherwise). The subways are unbearably crowded as well as the busses, and if you go to a crowded restaurant, you'll be seated at a table with complete strangers if there's no where else to sit. That's the way it works, and you deal with people on a daily basis because you must. Out of a necessity of life, really. There is no other choice.

So coming home, I find most people particularly unwelcoming and cold, moreso than ever before. We Americans live in a big country with a pretty small population (compared to China) so we can afford to be afraid and to talk to no one. While in China, I noticed many groupd of Americans who were spending a week or two in China and had no interest in learning the language. They stuck in their small, American groups, didn't talk to anyone, and weren't interested in learning about Chinese culture. All they wanted to do were things like eat dinner at Pizza Hut, get massages, and return to their hotel room to read. It was very disheartening.

After about a month or two in China, I realized (thanks to a very good friend) that I was doing the exact same thing. And I was wasting my time. So I decided to STOP wasting my time, and whether it was on my own or with a group of new friends, I was determined to step out of my comfort zone and explore new places, meet new people, and increase my language ability. I have become a much happier person for it. However, when I meet people in America and try to make small talk or wave 'hello' to a stranger, they get uncomfortable. They don't know how to respond, and think that I'm 'strange' or awkward. And sharing a table with a complete stranger is unthinkable in this country.

So, that being said, I challenge those of you who are reading this to step outside of their 'comfort bubble' and talk to a stranger today. Wave 'hi' or wish them a good day, something like that. Maybe, sit with someone you've never met before in the cafeteria and strike up a conversation. Do not be afraid to take the public bus, and when you say you are going to call someone back, actually call them back, even if it's to cancel plans (which Americans almost NEVER do). Be a person of action. You might find that you are much happier afterward..

With Friends at Simatai - The Real Great Wall

After our hike - "Mist Over the Great Wall"