Studying abroad changed my life, and my accent, too!
By Alexis Lear
December 1, 2006 | College is a time for experimentation.
I know where you all think this is going, and if that's
the type of experimentation you're into, then more power
to you. But I mean experimentation in terms of giving
ourselves the opportunities to become better and smarter
people. Experiences like going out on a limb and moving
into an apartment with that girl in your biochem class
who says she talks to animals. Experimentation like
having bright pink nails, dying your hair purple, piercing
your tongue types of experiences.
We're in college, we need to do the things now that
we won't be able when we're out of college, grown up,
and stuck with the old ball and chain. We need to have
fun and have experiences that we can look back on and
know we would not be the same people without them. Don't
let yourselves grow up too fast and think you need to
be wearing a suit and tie all day everyday or a Utah
favorite, replenishing the earth at uneconomical rates.
My way of experimentation in college came through
studying abroad, and I know I am a better person for
it. This past spring I studied in Malaga, Spain; a little
city of about 500,000 people on the southern tip of
the famously known bull fighting country. I chose to
study abroad because I needed to get out of Logan and
get out of my comfort zone.
My whole life I have been too afraid to let myself
experience anything that wasn't completely comfortable
for me. College and moving away from my pampered life
on the east bench of Salt Lake City was the first semi-big
step I ever took in my life. Moving 70 miles away from
home to Logan was only a beginning for me. At first,
Logan and Utah State were big and scary and a struggle
for me. I had to make new friends, cook my own food,
and learn the hard way not to pour bleach into a washing
machine full of colors. After a couple years, Logan
became a second home for me, and that is also when Logan
got too comfortable and I decided I needed to study
abroad.
No matter how open minded you think you are, you're
nothing compared to how you'll be after you live out
of the country for any period of time. Studying in Malaga
opened my eyes to so much, and taught me things I could
have never experienced in Utah. I lived with a Spanish
family in a small apartment right across from the bull-fighting
stadium. Hernan, Kali, and Santiago were my family for
three months. My Senor, Hernan, tried to tell me once
that there were only five continents and thought my
Ipod was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. My
Senora, Kali, made some of the best food I had ever
tasted; but laughed at me when my face turned pea green
after I ate my first piece of cow throat. Their 3 year-old
son Santiago pretended he was Ronaldo when we played
soccer, and made me cry when I taught him to say spoon,
"sthpoona," his face lit up and he never looked so proud.
My first class in Malaga, taught completely in Spanish,
consisted of myself, a girl from Australia, two 14-year-old
brothers from China who couldn't speak a lick of English,
a 25-year-old entrepreneur from India, and a 53-year-old
millionaire from Finland. This class put any thought
of diversity at Utah State to shame. Through that class,
I learned much more than Spanish. I learned that everyone
had an opinion about George Bush.
"No, not all Americans are as dumb as he is," I convinced
them. "I don't know why he was elected for a second
term either!"
I had to let my class members down and tell them that
I hadn't ever seen Angelina and Brad in real life, and
I had to explain to them exactly what peanut butter
was. I was only in Malaga for four short months, but
in that time I saw the smallest bikini I had ever seen
in my life, I saw a 40-ounce glass beer bottle broken
over a woman's head just to steal the euros from her
wallet, I dressed up and traveled to the third biggest
carnival in the world, and I danced in clubs that make
NVO look like an overly modest Institute dance. My time
in Spain is my motivation to graduate college, get a
job, and make money so I can go back to the beaches
there someday.
Spain was one college experimentation that I will
never forget. I did have times there when all I wanted
was to be back here. I broke down one time when I meant
to tell my senora that I was embarrassed about something
but actually told her I was pregnant; it was times like
that when the communication barrier seemed too big to
try and conquer. There were times when I couldn't stand
the thought of watching another episode of Seinfeld
in Spanish, or another Coca-Cola Light without ice.
But my hard times there have made my problems here
seem minuscule. I am a stronger, more open minded and
freethinking person because of my time in Spain. I try
different foods, I talk to more people, and I am more
thankful for everything we have here in the U.S. because
of Spain. I may brag a little too much about the fact
that I swam in the Mediterranean, and I speak Spanish
now with a thick Spanish accent, but it's all part of
the experience.
So please, if you are able to study abroad -- do it!
You'll learn more than in any Utah State class and you'll
be a better person for it.
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