Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Reverse Culture Shock

Many of my professors have been preparing us for this, reverse culture shock. They ask us questions about our trip and tell us to envision home. I remember thinking from the very beginning that the only thing I was nervous about coming here would be returning home. My things are packed. My bank account depleted. My planner full of memories instead of to do's. My hips grew. This was one amazing trip, and I realize that when I get home, no one will care. That is the first thing taught in my friend's "culture shock" class. This blog post sums it up: click here.

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