I was writing some promotional content for TicketBitch and used it as an opportunity to quickly reflect on one of the best nights of my life. Please go see Hamilton! While in London, I was able to see the Hamilton West End production. The cast, like the Hamilton Broadway production, was chosen with great care and intention, from Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr to each member…
I’m a ‘spend all day in a coffee shop’ kind of girl. Since we never really had a coffee shop in Jasper when I was growing up (shout out to Brew for being here now–you saved our little town), this was something I discovered in college when a friend brought me to Spencer’s Coffee in Bowling Green. I’ve been a changed woman ever since. That…
In writing this blog post, my intention was not to make light of the Holocaust but to share my honest experience of my weekend in Poland. If I had to choose one thing to regret about Harlaxton, it would be not going to Lake District. I had a massive craving for nature and a long hike, but I didn’t sign up for the trip in…
Almost immediately after I’d hit the ‘confirm’ button and well before I’d booked my flight to Harlaxton, my oldest brother Kyle was planning his trip to come see me. Like all others who came to visit, I assume I was merely used an excuse for them to come to Europe. I don’t find that offensive at all, and I in fact applaud my visitors for…
Dear friends, If you can believe it, it’s been a full two weeks since the day I was forced to take a final exam and leave my incredible English home all in the same day. If you think this is rude, you’re not alone—all 170 students of Harlaxton Spring 2018 feel the same. A lot of good things have happened since the coach bus hit…
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear? Like you could fall, and no one would hear? When I arrived at Harlaxton in January, part of me had set my expectations low. I anticipated that I would make no friends to travel with. I expected to live in the carriage house, not the manor. I…
The end. It’s a sore subject right now, so a lot of times when we mention it we’re met with a, “Don’t talk about it!” But we can’t stay away from the topic. Somehow, three months passed between the day our coach first drove us up Manor Drive through the rain. Somehow, voices and faces that so recently belonged to strangers have become a regular…
When I was in high school, one of the best parts of my day was French class with Mr. Rottet. By our fourth year of French, my class was practically a family. That’s right, I took four years of French in high school. But don’t be impressed yet, because I was the worst French student ever. I don’t want to begin this blog with my…
It’s officially been two months since our planes landed in London, yet I remember those first few days like they were yesterday. Two months ago, we defeated jet lag. Earlier this week, I realized I don’t even take naps anymore. Two months ago, we started living at Harlaxton. But I still find myself looking at the manor through the window of our shuttle going into…
A month had passed since arriving at Harlaxton, and that meant a few things. One: the first long weekend was upon us. Two: so was the first British Studies exam. And I wasn’t ready for either of them. The similarities between Budapest and the first British Studies exam are actually quite plentiful. I bought my tickets to Budapest the day before we left, and I…
