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By paigebradford

Translated to English as “liberty, equality, fraternity,” is the national motto of France, and can be spotted on top of government buildings, national monuments, schools, and sometimes on the doors of local artisan stores. However, just recently I found the phrase in a new environment. When protestors took to the streets last week against President Emmanuel Macron’s plans to make the country’s staunch labour laws more flexible for employers, there was a day of strikes and demonstrations where people were seen hoisting up banners and signs reading “liberté, égalité, fraternité”. Although the protests in Reims weren’t as tumultuous as the ones in Paris, bus lines stopped running, and a few Sciences Po professors commuting from Paris were unable to make it to class.

What I have learned so far during my time in France, is how this triangle of core values is able to summon emotions of pride and solidarity even in a society growing increasingly diverse both culturally and politically. It reminds people of how they have a right to demand that their voices be heard whether it be in favor or against the establishment. In class discussions and casual conversations with my classmates, I find that the general consensus towards Macrons new labour regulations are positive. Most argue the reforms will bring France’s labour model closer to the German and the UK model, and will help tackle France’s high unemployment rate which is currently around 9.5%. On the other end of the spectrum people believe the reforms will make it easier for businesses to fire employees for arbitrary reasons, and will overall reduce the rights of employees both individually and collectively.

...continue reading "Liberté, égalité, fraternité"

By mariacort3s

Hi Everyone!!! Welcome to my first blog post! I have been in Cameroon for almost four weeks now and have been riding a rollercoaster of emotions ranging from sadness, happiness, nervous, excited and finally coming to ease and contentment. Cameroon is known as Africa in miniature due to its 200+ linguistic groups and diverse environment! Cameroon is officially bilingual, using both French and English. There are some conflicts in regards to that but I’ll keep that for another post!

I am currently in Yaoundé, known as the political capital of Cameroon. It is chilly in the morning and night, but mid-day is h o t! Any who, the city is filled with beautiful Afro-Centric architecture in the centre-ville, mountains, delicious spaghetti omelets (for less than $1 and served in plastic bags), and lots of traffic. My program consists of ten students from the US (who all happen to be women, two of them from GWU #GoGDubs) and two Cameroonian students, a man and woman.

Each morning, I meet with four other students and we walk to the neighborhood of Bastos where our classes are held. We start our classes at 8 in the morning and finish at 3:30 PM (or 15:30 – the 24-hour clock is used here). Of course, we have many breaks ranging from 5, 10, and 30 minutes in between where you can lay on the bed in the student room and/or eat bananas, bread, crackers, peanut butter, and Tartina (Cameroon’s better version of a chocolate spread). Our lunch is 1 hour and 30 minutes, so plenty of time to cool down. However, it is still different from what we are used to in the US where I could have a class at 9:35 AM and then again at 11:10 am and be done for the day.

...continue reading "Bonjour du Cameroun!"

By keeganblogsfromabroad

As the United 757 I was riding on banked around a large and ominous looking cloud formation on descent into Edinburgh Airport I stared intently out my window. I hoped that at any moment my eyes would pierce the lower cloud layer and catch a glimpse of what awaited below. I had never been visited Scotland  before, or any part of the United Kingdom for that matter, and despite the vast amount of information available on the internet to help me prepare I was anxious. I felt prepared, or at least I had until the plane's wheels left the tarmac. Then I thought "wow, we're really doing this." Almost 7 hours after that moment I caught my first glimpse of Scotland off in the distance, verdant, hilly, and dotted with rays of sun. It was a huge relief. In the foreground ships lie at anchor in the ocean and as we dropped lower I spotted the iconic Fourth Rail Bridge. A few minutes later the plane made a smooth landing, slightly ahead of schedule, and my day went downhill from there.

...continue reading "Arrival in Edinburgh"

Ireland is visited and loved by thousands of visitors each year, most of whom do not have any complains. No one really tells you about the rainy weather which plagues Ireland almost every day, they only tell you to bring a raincoat. Well let me tell you now, it rains a few times a day, every day.

Despite the notoriously bad weather, the Irish are hopeful, cheerful, and fun loving. They're charming and almost everyone is willing to help a lost American trying to read her map in downtown Dublin. It's exactly the type of warm welcoming you need when you're 3,000 miles away from home.

I arrived at The University College Dublin in Ireland as part of the GW Exchange program about two weeks ago and have been enjoying it ever since. There were several receptions which allowed for international students to mingle and take part in traditional Irish dancing- which is something everyone should try at least once. I have also enrolled in several clubs since the beginning of classes which include the engineering society, food society, and mountaineering club. Clubs are the best way to meet the locals and not only are they fun and social, but they come with a ton of benefits as well! For example, each club you join (only 2 EUROS) will give you a membership card that provides you with discounts at several stores and restaurants, and comes with weekly trips to take part in.

...continue reading "Ireland! Where it rains 16/7 days a week…"

A month prior to my flight to Israel, I still didn't quite understand that I was about to embark on a journey abroad for 5 months, away from the comfort of my D.C. apartment and the presence of my friends at GW.  A week prior to my flight to Israel, I kept myself busy as I finalized the last details for GW's annual Welcome Week programming, organized the Student Association's Hurricane Harvey Fundraising Campaign, and coordinated the subletting process for my apartment. A day prior to my flight to Israel, I struggled to say goodbye to my friends, to delegate my work within the Student Association, and to prepare for the beginning of my study abroad program.

I had a hard time leaving GW, but rather than the fear of starting life in a new country, it was because of my hesitation to put a pause on what has been the best years of my life. At GW, I found my passion, my talents, and my community-- all the components that have helped me grow more than I could have ever imagined. In other words, I was afraid to miss my friends, my work, and my home. 

Eventually, I boarded my flight to Israel, with a 12-hours layover in Belgium, before arriving in Jerusalem on Sunday, Sep. 3.

...continue reading "When My J(ou)rusalem Begins"

Hi everyone! I can't believe it's already been nearly a month since I scrambled to get my suitcases' under 50 lbs the night before my flight to South Korea.

I think I have been having an abroad experience slightly different to those around me, as I have all of my extended family here in South Korea and as a result, have visited Korea several times in the past. Because of this, I believe the difficulties I have faced are unique to my experience as well, as they are for everyone's unique experiences.

Having been born and raised in the US but having spoken mostly Korean with my family my entire life, I've come to be accustomed to the traditional Korean culture and mannerisms. Therefore, an aspect I've come to notice is in general, I am treated as someone from Korea, for example when I enter a store or a cafe. However, this makes things slightly awkward when I order something and my slight American accent makes an appearance, or when the cashier asks me something that I've never heard of since I've never checked out of a store using Korean. In cases like these, my first reaction was to just nod or shake my head and pretend like I understand what's going on. However, after the first few weeks, I've come to understand what they were asking and answer appropriately.

...continue reading "Introduction to Korea"

Me: Hi, my name is Robin Kim!
(S)he: Hi! Your last name is Kim? You must be Korean!
Me: Yeah, I’m Korean American!
(S)he: Oh, cool! So you were born in the US?
Me: Uh… Well… I was actually born in Japan.
(S)he: Oh… so you’re Japanese?
Me: Well, no. I’m Korean American! I'm ethnically Korean but born an American citizen.
(S)he: But you were born in Japan…

...continue reading "Defining Self: My Middle Ground"