If you can’t tell from the title of the post and that
it is obnoxious in French, today I will be talking about France. But
more specifically, my time studying abroad.
Like many
college students today (most, maybe? It feels like everyone at least does the
two week “study abroad”), I studied abroad.The Spring of 2016, I was studying in Clermont-Ferrand, France. It’s a smaller city smack-dab in the
middle of the hexagon and surrounded by volcanoes.
Ready
for a real cliché people? Study abroad changed my
life.
If you
are on the fence about study abroad, do it. If you don’t want to study abroad,
do it. If you’re scared to death of travelling and planes, pop some Xanax and
do it.
Study abroad
changed my life in so many ways, but the one I will be focusing on today is
perhaps the most important: Study abroad opened my eyes to how unimportant I
am. This may not sound great, but when you’re born a perfectionist who feels
like all eyes are on her and if she screws up, the space time continuum will be
shattered, this realization was freeing. I messed up a lot in Clermont. I
enjoyed every minute of it. I failed a few tests, I got kicked out of my
apartment one night, and I wasn’t someone’s best friend when they wanted to be
mine. And shockingly, the world kept turning. Before study abroad, I had to ace
every test, I had to be the perfect, reserved girl, and I had to be everyone’s
best friend. I blame Barney. He really sets up unrealistic expectations for us
all. That stupid flawless dinosaur.
I will
probably talk about my study abroad experience a lot in this blog, this was
merely a preview. So buckle up and get ready to be bombarded by dorky,
international pictures.
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| In front of my favorite and the coolest monument ever. Heck yeah Eiffel Tower. |
