Okay, let me admit that I've written and rewritten this post countless times in the last few weeks. As you (hopefully) know, I came out as bisexual on here exactly a year ago, and it felt like the right move to write a follow-up--partly to confirm that yes, I still identify as bi (suck it, bisexuality … Continue reading I’m Bi: A follow-up
I roll out of bed around 8:15--or 8:30, or 8:45, as the case may be. I get dressed, put some amount of makeup on, and schlep to the 2 or 3 train station--whichever one Google Maps tells me has a shorter wait. I try and guess which car will have less people so I can … Continue reading What It’s Like to Work for an NGO
When I was a junior in high school, a former student visited my Spanish class to talk about his study abroad experience in Spain. He hadn't taken a Spanish class or spoken the language in two years by the time he decided to go. He'd essentially lost any proficiency in Spanish his high school classes … Continue reading Does Language Immersion Work?
In order to know what it was like to spend almost five months sharing an apartment with a woman who makes a living taking care of foreign twentysomethings a semester at a time, you need to know a little about my host mom, Pilar. Like a lot of the madres that worked with my program, Pilar is … Continue reading What It’s Like to Live with a Host Mom
Yes, I made it. I figured out the airport,1 the metro,2 and the door to my host mother's apartment, and settled down in Madrid with all of my luggage and most of my wits about me. I've been here just over 24 hours3 (I think--who knows what happened when I crossed all those time zones) … Continue reading ¡Estoy en Madrid!
It had a lot to do with the fact that my doctor only performs surgeries on Mondays, and my birthday happened to fall on a Monday this year.1 It also had a lot to do with the chronic pain I'd been experiencing for the past year. Ever since the Fall Break of my sophomore year, … Continue reading Why I Spent My Birthday at the Hospital
Earlier this week I had to get a surgical procedure done (more on that later, I promise), and the nurse prepping me for it asked that I take my piercings out. I declined at first, insisting that I didn't know how to take them out--which wasn't exactly true. The truth is, I could take them … Continue reading Does My Lipstick Match My Identity?