My first adventure (and the only adventure I’m NOT looking forward to) will be packing my suitcase. It’s gonna be interesting to say the least. I have to fit 6 months worth of my belongings into one big suitcase, and one carry on suitcase. An almost impossible task for me – as anyone who knows me knows that I tend to over pack for just a night at a friend’s house! And I have no idea how to even start this process! I’m in desperate need of some help. I don’t know how packing is going to turn out, but hopefully I can fit everything I need to. I’ll let you know how it goes!
With love,
Abby
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Visiting and witnessing London Tower was so miraculous that it needed its own entry. As mentioned in a previous blog, the British are very superstitious. London Tower, much like the London Eye, also has a few quarks about it as well. There are, and always will be, six ravens at London Tower. King Henry XIII was told that if and when the ravens left, the kingdom would fall. To this day, there are still six ravens, with clipped wings so they cannot leave, as well as a seventh close by just in case.
London Tower in itself is amazing. Going inside and touring all of the buildings and seeing the Crown Jewels was quite a sight. The actual crown the queen wears is placed in a glass case for all to see, covered in diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires and pearls. Many of the difference stones were given or passed on from other royalty members, such as a pair of pearl earring that were Princess Diana’s.
If something is not covered in jewels, it’s covered in gold. There is a gold plated punch bowl that can hold up to 144 bottles of wine. Guess how much that must weigh. Half a ton. So what’s the secret? Everything is actually silver and just plated with gold because otherwise it would be too heavy to even hold itself. There are guards in every room there to answer questions and make sure no photos are taken-there is a copyright on the Crown Jewels. Guests are able to walk throughout the all of the towers and along the top to look out over London, into what used to be dungeons or rooms for the royalty.
Fun fact: people still live there today. It’s like its’ own little village with their own church, doctor and even their own pub. Many are the tour guides and their families. Not just anyone could be a tour guide. You have to have served in the British military for a minimum of 22 years as well as have certain honors and a spotless background. Guards will also be seen for there is still today an apartment for the queen if she chooses to stay in it. Regardless of her presence, it is guarded 24 hours a day, every day.
Another fun fact that I personally found very interesting was the fact that there were many different kinds of animals that lived in the tower throughout the years, and I’m not talking about dogs or cats or horses. I’m talking about lions, tigers, monkeys, elephants and even a polar bear. Other royalty would give the king and queen exotic animals as gifts. Unfortunately for the animals, they were kept in cages and often did not live long. They had even killed people who came too close to them.
Many exciting things happened in the walls of the tower, such as a woman smuggling out her husband by dressing him as a woman just hours before he was supposed to be decapitated. There were also many deaths in the tower walls, including five women, three of which were queens.
The London Tower is filled with history and mystery in the walls and is a place every person who visits London should see.
This past weekend our group took the train down to London for the weekend to experience the breath-taking experience of seeing Big Ben, Tower Bridge, London Tower and so much more. To say that the weekend was incredible would be an understatement.
I woke up around 5:30am Saturday morning, hopped in the taxi by 7am and were off on the train by 7:30am. The first stop was High Street Kensington so we could stop in at the hostel and drop off our bags. The walk wasn’t too bad and the hostel was very nice compared to what I was picturing. All of the girls stayed in one room, luckily we got our own room, and Zach, the only guy on the trip, was in a separate room with a couple different guys he did not know as well. After the bags were dropped off, we hopped back onto the tube and headed over to Buckingham Palace to see the changing of the guards. The sidewalks were filled with people lined up to watch, which seemed like a lot to me, but apparently wasn’t many at all.
As luck would have it, right when we arrived in England, their 50 degree weather disappeared to Valparaiso because it was quite chilly in London and apparently 55 degrees back at home. Anyways, after, we ventured through the Queen’s park and over to see the miraculous Big Ben and the Clock Tower. Most people believe that Big Ben is the huge clock tower, when in reality it is the bell inside of the tower. The tower itself was just renamed a couple of months ago to The Queen Elizabeth II’s Clock Tower in honor of her diamond jubilee. There we all took numerous pictures of the tower in awe and amazement. It was definitely a sight to take your breath away.
We continued our way and saw the great London Eye, the fourth largest ferris wheel-though don’t let them hear you call it that-in the world. It was closed for yearly maintenance though so we couldn’t actually go on it. There are 32 pods that represent the 32 districts in London. Entertaining enough, there is no pod 13 for the British are very superstitious.
Across the river we saw the London Bridge and well as Tower Bridge. Maybe people confuse the two. The London Bridge is not the beautiful bridge, but actually quite boring. It’s the Tower Bridge that everyone loves to look at and take photos of. Of course next to Tower Bridge is the London Tower that I will write more about in my next blog.
After sightseeing for a while, we hopped on one of the on-and-off buses and took a tour around the city. We saw every well-known and tourist spot there is to see in London as well as learned a lot about the city itself. Such as, there are dragons in every entrance and exit in the city of London. When you are entering the city, the dragons will be facing you, when exiting they will have their backs turned away from you. We also learned about the bubonic plague and how the saying “God bless you” came from the time of the plague and that people would say it because once they began to sneeze, they would only live for another 48 hours.
Another tour some of us went on was the Harry Potter tour that took you all around the city and showed you the places that the movie was filmed and inspired by. We saw The Ministry of Magic, Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley and a few other little places throughout the different books.
There were many other places we went, like Piccadilly Circus where we saw the play 39 Steps, Trafalgar Square and Leicester Square. The trip was truly amazing and felt like it was more than just a mere two days. I can’t wait to go back and experience more of the city because it is just not possible to see it all in two days.
Arriving in London, I thought it would be an automatic, “oh my god, I’m here, I can’t believe it!”, but it really wasn’t. There was no huge moment of realization and it actually took until we saw Big Ben in London that it did start to sink in that I was truly 3,950 miles from home. There are many differences here in England from home and many things that are different from what I expected.
Of course there are the obvious things such as the cars on the opposite sides of the road that everyone already knows about. However, they look significantly different than they do back home in the US even if they are the same brand like Ford or Toyota. Another huge difference is the food. I had already heard that burgers taste differently because their cows are treated and fed differently than ours are in the US and I can confidently agree with that statement now from experience, they taste significantly different. Not bad different, but just not what you would expect when biting into a burger. Of course the first night in the pub, that’s exactly what I ordered. Pubs are quite different from our restaurants or bars as well. First off, you don’t have someone waiting on your table, but you go up to the bar, order your drink and food, pay and then sit back down. They will bring you your food and that’s about it, and they will bring it out as its ready, not everyone’s together. If you are just going for drinks, but don’t actually want to order something, they do want you to pay for water just because they don’t like it when people are taking up a seat and not spending money. In restaurants, if you want your check, you have to ask for it, they will not just bring it out to you. All of these are good tips to know when eating out inEngland.
When walking around, the city itself is so significantly different from anything I have ever seen before. The streets are so narrow you wonder how those huge double-decker buses even fit on the streets. A general rule for walking around the town, always stop and wait for the walking signal, cars, buses and especially bikes will not stop for you. Bikes here are treated like cars, they drive on the road and have their own lane and they will hit you if you walk out in front of them. Pedestrians in no way have the right of way in the roads. We always have to be very careful and look every which way before we cross because most times we cannot even tell which ways the cars are coming from. It really did not come as much of a shock to me when I heard that kids here do not learn to drive until they are 17 and do not get their licenses until at least 18, if then. If you think driving in Chicago is bad, you can’t even begin to imagine what the lane changes and crazy driving goes on in England. The traffic patterns still have yet to make sense to me and people should really be saying that those English drivers are bad, not the Chicago ones.
While walking the streets, I noticed that there aren’t garage cans spread along the sidewalks. It’s actually a bit of a search to find one. Surprisingly enough, the streets aren’t filled with litter. If walking in the City Centre around 6:00pm, it was very shocking to notice that the stores were beginning to close, so if you wanted to go shopping, you have to make sure to do it earlier in the day. However, while shopping earlier, something that is quite common I have found to know is that there are street performers either singing or playing the guitar all along the streets. It’s very interesting to me as well as very enjoyable to hear. In general while walking, the British will not make eye contact with you if you are passing them. In my opinion, I have found that the men are much friendlier than the women as well.
A few things that I was told to prepare for that I don’t find accurate exactly was first that the portion sizes were very small. I did not seem to think they were small but actually quite large in some pubs. In London, it seemed like every place we passed had a huge section of fried too as well. At the hostel we stayed at, breakfast included fried bread, a fried egg, fried hash browns, a fried tomato, fried sausage and ham that were all cooked in a large pan filled with about an inch of oil. They also served baked beans which everyone in our group decided to pass on at 8:30am.
The girls in our group were also told to make sure to pack tampons because they were very hard to find inEngland. I have been to many different grocery and pharmacy stores-similar to a Walgreens, CVS, or Walmart back home-and have seen tampons sold at each. On the other hand, I wish we were told that zip-lock baggies were not sold in theUK. The British seem to love their saran wrap and use it for everything. A few people had told me that North Face jackets were slightly frowned upon as well as sweatshirts with hoods, however, I have seen many people wearing both and many people also wear jeans out and about.
Overall, I have to say that I am loving my English experience and learning all of the differences between America and England. It is fascinating to witness everything and I cannot wait to have more interactions with the British to learn more about their culture and ways.
I have no way to explain just how surreal this all is. I’m in Europe. I’m LIVING in Europe. Ahhhh! 🙂
Traveling was a blur. I d
on’t know how anyone could ever travel overseas for business and be okay with it. Sitting in that cramped airplane seat for 8 hours made sleeping next to impossible. We got to Brussels at 9 AM (2 AM central time) and bummed around at the airport until our next flight. We arrived at the Barcelona airport at 2 (7 AM central time) and caught a bus into the city. From there, we walked for 45 minutes with our suitcases…looking for the bus station where we could get tickets for a bus to Zaragoza. If our luggage didn’t give us away as being Americans, our confused navigation of the city definitely did. I don’t think we made it two blocks without pulling out a map or asking someone for directions. But we made it eventually, and barely caught the bus to Zaragoza. The ride was 4 hours long, and we got to the station at 8 PM (1 PM central time.)
My host mom picked me up from the station and we drove back to her apartment. She speaks Spanish SO fast, but she’s very understanding and patient with me and has been telling me that she’s impressed with my language abilities (even though right now I sort of feel like an idiot when I talk). Yesterday morning, she walked with me to school. The program I’m enrolled in is for international students, and my traveling companions and I appear to be the only American students there. That makes me so excited, because it’s really going to force me to use my Spanish to connect with locals and my classmates, who come from all around the world. Yesterday we took our placement exams, which determine what level of classes we will be taking based on our language proficiency skills. I got to the school right on time, and discovered that the stereotype is true… the Spanish clock is about 15 minutes s
lower than the clock actually says. During the time it took for my professors to get to class, I spoke with some students from France and Singapore. So cool!
The test wasn’t too bad, and after we were finished we were dismissed for the day. Gabby and I decided to take the opportunity to explore the city and to familiarize ourselves with the general layout of things. We walked around for about 4 hours, stopping in shops and bakeries and making lists of things we want to do and see more of during our time here. We must have asked for directions at least 25 times today, and it is with great relief that I can say that the people here are very friendly and willing to help (though they all speak just as fast as my host mom does.) I’m already feeling myself getting more confident with my listening abilities, and am hoping to be able to say the same of my speaking abilities within the next few weeks!
In short… I’m here! And I’m so excited to see what memories I’m going to make in this incredible city!
It’s rather revealing taking the RER train from Paris to its outskirts (banlieue). The RER lines, the few larger trains that service the city like the metro, allow access from Paris to its many neighborhoods and beyond. Students like me take the RER to reach tourist sites like Versailles, le chateau de Chantilly, or other Aristocratic domiciles-turned-tourist sites. And yet the RER serves another purpose – that of piercing the bubble that surrounds the city of Paris. For the habitants of suburban Paris, the RER allows direct access to the heart of the traditional city, cutting across the different layers of social stratification. It’s funny then, as I take my train to see France’s “treasures”, that the ride reveals such marked societal differences.
An intriguing aspect of society that is revealed en train is the very active graffiti culture. Graffiti marks the walls of ancient buildings, the dripping subterranea of the metro system, apartment buildings, monuments . . . anywhere really. The graffiti often serves, like below, as a a sort of transgression of the sometimes-stifling bubble of the past that France often hides under. Or at least that’s how the younger generations are likely to see it.
Graffiti can reveal a certain irreverence for traditional french art, a statement against a seemingly regressive adulation of France's cultural past
There is, in effect, a twofold stratification that marks the Paris (and France) of today. There is the economic and social stratification that reveals itself in the daily RER users (the predominance of which I can assure you are not white). The “liberated” and “modernly educated” youth may not have completely freed themselves of the traditionalism of their society. I notice, on the ride back to Paris, a young, white teenager seat himself on the RER. He waves fondly to his parents out the window as he rolls away to the “real world”, the city that is Paris. I notice his face marked with displeasure as two black men seat themselves beside him at the next stop. And I wonder how real this world is, this Paris the french youth experience? The further you get to the center of Paris “the escargot”, the lesser the diversity, and greater the affluence. Wealthy youth parade in heels, blazers, dresses seeking neon lights and alcohol on weekend nights. The Parisian nightlife is “super cool” . . . if you have the money for it.
France is marked by a certain social atmosphere. Older generations prefer the rosy image of the France of their youth – that which is daily “transgressed” by the younger generations (citing graffiti, proliferation of American culture, etc.), shifting the conventional view of French identity. Traditional France – its art, culture, and markedly its social hierarchy (purism) – is guarded carefully. The government creates around Paris a bubble that idealizes the golden age of Paris. And on the surface Paris succeeds in matching itself to its postcard depictions for the economic support of tourists. The Péripherique (autoroute) cuts Paris into an awkward oval, yet very distinctly walls in Paris Proper. Outside of the Péripherique, cités (towering low-budget apartment complexes) rise amidst a dreary, decidedly unromantic landscape. And trailing from the banlieues into the countryside, the bidonvilles flash by, desperate shanty towns of which many Parisians are unaware.
A bidonville seen by train
The rosy Paris of Woody Allen’s A Midnight in Paris or countless other Hollywood films is the dream it appears to be. One can, in fact, limit himself or herself to this romantic apparition of the past. The tourism industry tries desperately to preserve the romantic Paris of bygones, because who would come to France to see American plays, movies, concerts . . . who would buy postcards of a Parisian Bidonville? The sad truth is that the prior occurs regularly (a fear of embracing the otherness of France’s own media) and the latter is photographed for its quaint “primitiveness”. It’s sad to face the realization of this ignorance, avoidance, or plain naivety, though it is the world in which we live. If we can but be aware and try to share this awareness, that is enough – for ignorance plagues the world over.
It’s hard for me to believe, but my time in Hangzhou has come to an end. I landed home about two nights ago, but I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that the semester is over! As of right now, I am back home and um…not quite unpacked. I may or may not be trying to put it off. Honestly, it still feels surreal to me that I am back home. It’s both a feeling of happiness and sadness.
I am happy to be home because there were many times while abroad when I felt homesick. There were times when I just wanted to use Facebook or Youtube without having to worry about the restrictions from China’s internet. Or sometimes I just missed some good ol’ American food. Admittedly, there were also times when I would get frustrated with the language barrier. My Chinese is decent, but often I couldn’t express myself fully and sometimes it was definitely exasperating. However, that’s part of the experience!
But now, oddly enough, I feel….school sick? Don’t get me wrong, I love being home and seeing all my old friends and whatnot. But at the same time, I definitely miss my little life that I had in Hangzhou. Yesterday I woke up craving a GuoGuo’s Taiwanese pancake, but unfortunately now have no means of getting any. Strange as it is, I miss my tiny little room and all the other international students I got to know overseas.
A few months ago, I posted an entry about making friends when studying abroad. I will say that at the time, H-23 as a group was not as close as we are now. I’m not making it up—we all really did start hanging out more within the last month before we left. (Some of the guys used to hang out with us maybe like twice a week, but in the end, we were all together each day) It was kind of sad that it took us 3 months to really feel like we were friends, but at the same time, I would take that over nothing. I would love to see Joel and Bert (the two students who went on our trip that were not from Valpo) again after this trip, though I know it will be hard since they are in different areas around the US. But we exchanged numbers and promised to keep contact afterwards! I really do mean that I think we’ve had one of the best groups for this program. We are all different, but in the end we all became closer. Everyone had their own role and added something to the group. I am going to miss them all so much, especially the two “honorary Crusaders” Bert and Joel.
I definitely had a positive study abroad experience. It was often challenging, as it really is a time for you to stop depending on other people and to explore other cultures. You will often be pushed outside your comfort zone, i.e if there is a language barrier. But that is what makes the experience so fulfilling. Now that I’m home, I’ve realized that my Chinese has definite improved and I feel so much more independent than when I first left home. My advice to anyone considering studying abroad is this: make sure you are ready to take on the challenge of leaving the comfort of your friends and family/culture. Always keep an open mind to new cultures, even though you may not understand it at first. If you think that you are ready to take on this challenge, then I wholeheartedly encourage studying abroad.
Thanks for following, and please let me know if there are any more questions or comments! 再见, or “zaijian” (see you later).
(sadly enough this is the best/final picture we could get of ourselves before splitting up for good at O’hare. Missing part of Ryan/JJ)
Now that I have settled in back at home, and most of my unpacking is done, I am finally realizing that my time in Cambridge has come to an end (I might have been in denial for the past couple days…)
The last week in Cambridge really went by like a blink of an eye. I remember working on a lot of school work, and hoping I had more time to spend outside (so an advice to the future Cambridge groups: start your Art History portfolio as soon as it’s handed out to you!), trying to frantically figure out if I had bought souvenirs for everyone I needed to, and putting off packing as much as I could.
After getting everything off my shoulders, I spent my time walking around Cambridge many times. I walked to the market almost everyday to see if there was anything new. I walked through streets with pretty Christmas lights. I walked to the mall and in the stores where I wish I could buy things, but could not afford (Darn being a college student!). I went into random stores in the streets and found some very cute things as well as creepy naked Barbie looking dolls. Overall, I tried to take in the atmosphere of the city centre as much as I could.
After numerous trips there this semester, I can still imagine in my mind the way to get to the city centre. Walking out of the centre, walking through the street past the hand washing car place, past the castle hill, walking through an area with small shops, the crossroad that took me almost the entire semester to be able to cross, the street that gets much narrower, walking across the punting bridge, being asked by the punters if I want to take their tour, walking past the round church, more stores, and finally reaching the city centre. Even if it is a 20 minute walk to get to the city centre, it was never a boring walk. I hope I will always remember the scenery that I saw walking there and to all of the other places that I have adventured to.
There are SO many other things that I hope I will always remember too. I will never forget how green the grasses were. I will never forget the beautiful buildings filled with history and memories from many, many people. I will never forget the interesting stories – such as the Eagle pub which has drawings on the ceiling by the American soldiers from the second World War, or the ghost that lives on the top floor of the pub and the windows are always open because of it.
I’ve also made great memories with the people there. Talking to a doctor who wanted to become a child surgeon so that he could save the lives of children, which was a great inspiration to me. Seeing a guy whom I had met during one of my first couple weeks there and him still remembering me when I coincidentally saw him again during my last week there. Being able to hang out with students who go to Cambridge University and hearing their lives as students – who go to the number one ranked school (They sure sounded like geniuses!).
This semester has also helped me take a step closer to becoming an independent adult. I learned how to cook, clean well, and go grocery shopping on a low budget (it sure prepared me to become a better wife!). It made me realize that I would definitely want to come to Europe again and strengthened my desire to work internationally. It exposed me to different cultures and how I can adjust to them. It also helped me strengthen my mentality towards certain things and beliefs of my values. I learned how much I love meeting new people and making connections. But the biggest thing I learned is that there is SO much out in the world that I have yet to see and experience.
The mountains, lakes, towns, buildings, grasses, plants – everything I saw was absolutely beautiful and stunning. There were breathtaking moments that I will always keep in my heart.
And a special shout out to my C-90 group. I loved how we were a small group of 10, and that allowed us to become close with pretty much all of each other. There were people in my group that I probably wouldn’t have met at Valpo and am so happy to have had the opportunity to become so close with. I can say that I’ve had special moments with pretty much every member in my group and will treasure those moments. It’s weird to think that we won’t be living together when we return to Valpo next semester, but I’m hoping for reunions where we can talk about this amazing semester that we experienced together. Thank you, C-90, because my experience would not have been the same without you guys (:
Also a big thank you to Cambridge and the program for everything this semester. I cannot be more thankful for all of the experiences I had and am so happy to have made this life changing experience.
Everyone says that studying abroad is an experience of a lifetime…and now, I can truly say that for myself!
Thank you again, Cambridge (:
Until next time…
Cheers!
Aya
Our first weekend in England!
And our last week in England - Merry Christmas!
I admit that I might have had it slightly easy when I first arrived to China. My mother is Chinese, so I was familiar with some of the Chinese customs that the rest of H-23 might not have been. However, that does not mean that I was immune to culture shock at all. In fact, even in my last week here in Hangzhou, I observe new cultural habits that still surprise me.
Something that has really surprised me about China is the importance of “face”. No, not just your physical face—the Chinese mind sees face as sort of how a person is represented to other people. It is how other people basically see you. This idea of “face” is very important in Chinese culture, and it really helps you understand some of the things you will see if you travel around to any city. For example, one of the big things we have noticed here is the obsession with brand name items. There is definitely a preference for brand name items, whether be Louis Vuitton bags or Apple phones. And here in Hangzhou, BMW cars litter the streets everywhere. In fact, there’s an infamous scene from a reality dating show here in China where one female contestant stated to an unemployed suitor that when it comes to money and happiness, she would prefer to cry in a BMW than laugh riding on a bicycle.
The concept of keeping “face” is also seen when going out to dinner with Chinese friends. In America, whenever I go to a restaurant with my friends, we usually each select our own meal and then pay for it individually. But here in China, that is almost unheard of. Chinese dinners consist of people selecting multiple dishes and doing what we call “family style”, in which everyone shares whatever dishes were ordered. And instead of splitting the bill equally, usually one person will pay the bill. While the cheap college student in me cringes at the thought of being the one person who pays the bill for multiple people, Chinese people see it as respectful towards the person who pays. So if you ever have the chance to dine with some Chinese friends, don’t be surprised if one person offers to pay the bill. Instead of offering to compensate for your portion of the bill, just thank them and next time make sure you are the one who treats!
Ever since coming back from Fall Break, the countdown to Cambridge has really begun. From the two hour weekly meetings with Julie Maddox to meetings with my Cambridge group, I’ve definitely been kept busy and am more excited than ever about my adventures in less than two months. All of the group meetings have been very helpful, informing us about health, safety, packing and expectations while abroad.
My Cambridge group also has been a great learning experience that I am happy that we are able to have. Not only do we get to talk to our peer advisor-someone who studied abroad in Cambridge last year-but also friends that she had gone with. They share their insight with us and we are able to ask any pressing questions we may have. Something that was important that I asked right away was about the EuroRail and BritRail passes and which to purchase. Both our advisor and her friend gave us their personal opinions about which they bought, ten day flex pass for the EuroRail and two any four days in two months for the BritRail. This time also allowed our group to talk and get to know each other, which has been really nice. We were able to open up and find that we are all interested in traveling around Europe together, which is very exciting.
Packing!
Thanksgiving break-and all the sales that go with it-was a great time to figure out what I needed for England. A huge internal debate I had with myself was what kind of suitcase I was going to bring abroad. We are only allowed to bring one suitcase, a carryon and a personal item on the plane. After looking up the dimensions on United’s website, my mother and I went to five different stores looking for a suitcase that would be as big as the airline would allow. We ended up buying one that I had never even thought of getting, a duffle bag on wheels. This will allow me to pack items and squish them in without be bounded by the strict shape of a regular suitcase. It is also only 8.6lbs allowing for more of my own items to be packed, such as clothes, boots, and hopefully some peanut butter (they don’t sell peanut butter in Europe) while still under the 50lbs limit United has.
Being home also allowed me to buy a few items I knew I would need and have my sisters and grandparents give me for Christmas, such as a money pouch to go around my neck for my passport and other important documents, as well as a quick dry towel for when I’m traveling around and staying in hostels (you don’t want to have to try to carry a huge towel in your carryon). Then, of course, there were some impulse buys such as boots and scarves during Black Friday sales that may not have been a necessity, but will definitely come in handy during those chilly, rainy England months.
Overall, the pre-departure experience has been exciting! A little nerve racking, sure, but I feel like I know what I need to know and am ready to start this amazing journey. I already love the group I’m going with and know that they will be there to support me while I try to figure out what to bring, what to leave at home and will help remind me what not to forget while I’m packing.
By Lauren Zomparelli, Advertising and Creative Writing Majors, Business Minor, from Elmhurst, Illinois. More posts to come!!
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