The South African Experience

Learn a little more about South Arica through the eyes of Miryam Amsili '14 and Victoria Seyoum '14 studying at the University of Cape Town

A Vida Carioca

The reflections of Chidalu Onyenso '14 through her time at Pontifícia Universidade Católica in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

A Spring in Spain

Ezinna Nwokonko '14 and Caroline Davidsen '14 spend their Junior Spring abroad in Salamanca and Madrid.

Princeton in Cuba: Havana Nights

Damali James '14 and Bernice Fokum '14 delve in to the culture and community while studying at the University of Havana in Cuba this spring.

From Jersey all the way to Turkey

Chloe Cheney-Rice '14 is spending her Junior Spring in Istanbul, Turkey studying at Boğaziçi University

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Private & Public Education in Brazil

After a month of school at PUC-Rio, the most expensive and prestigious University in the city, I am a little confused.  While the actual content of my courses are up to standard and my teachers are rather knowledgeable about their subjects, my classroom experiences have been shocking.  The source of my disappointment is the relationship between students and their professors.  Whereas at Princeton, professors are often revered and respected by their students, even if students secretly hate their professors,  at PUC, students act as if they are on equal footing with their professors.  This is shown in a number of ways.  First off, students have, on multiple occasions, yelled at their teachers in arguing a point that goes against the theory we are currently studying.  Students yell over their teachers so as to have the last word, while others lash out when the teacher points out holes in the students' argument.  In other situations, I've seen students argue with a teacher over the due date of an assignment already assigned months ago because they "will be busy that week."  The portuguese equivalent of "what the hell" is "que é isso, cara?" and can I say I've heard this said to professors a multitude of times.  I was talking with a bunch of American students about the complete lack of respect shown to teachers at our private University.  A couple of us were thinking that maybe kids here see their teachers as employees given the fact that they pay for education unlike many other students at the federal universities.  And then from another angle, maybe its just the elitist culture that many of these kids may have been raised in if they are able to pay the cost of a PUC education.  But as we continued to discuss, we found out that even exchange students at the federal university experienced the same abhorrent scenarios.  One girl attributed it to the fact that they don't pay anything at all for their education so they don't really care what they get out of it since they don't put "anything" in.  At the end of the day I think its a class issue.  I think its the failure of the upperclass, because at the end of the day they might already have ties to a job or industry from their network.  For this reason, college is way more of a symbol to put on their resume rather than a time to gain real knowledge and experiences.  For me, and I know a lot of other Princeton students, college is a place for me to really grow as a person and gain insight from my professors and the academic environment around me.  If I already had a job lined up, maybe I wouldn't put so much effort into my studies.  But if the only useful aspect of Princeton was its name, I would stop trying as soon as I got in.  But it just stinks because the professors understand this and teach with this mentality that they are just here to get paid not really to enrich these students mindsets.  And at the end of the day, this sucks for the kids on scholarship and from poorer communities who might not learn as much as they would have in a different kind of culture.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sweden: The Land of "Equality"


Hej!  I am currently studying abroad in Stockholm, Sweden.  Before coming to Sweden, I knew very little about the country aside from the fact that it is the home of ABBA, IKEA, and meatballs.  Of course I had also read and heard about the public policies, social engineering, and welfare system.  (There's also the wonderful Daily Show video about Sweden's socialist policies.)  One of the primary reasons I decided to study in Sweden was because I am interested (both personally and academically) in social policies regarding equality.  I am involved in a lot of different activist organizations at Princeton and I am interested in seeing how activist organizations work differently in Sweden at the organizational level.  I am specifically interested in LGBT activism.
I've been in Sweden for two months now and I've had a lot of amazing experiences.  I am living with a host family, attending classes, and also doing my independent research for both my junior paper and my senior thesis so there is no shortage of things to keep me busy!  I'll be writing a lot more about my experiences abroad in the following weeks.
This weekend is Easter Weekend and Sweden celebrates the beginning of spring by attaching feathers to the ends of branches.  It's still freezing temperatures here so they certainly make the best of it! 



Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Dia Tipico en Habana

7:00-alarm rings. hit snooze.
7:20-force self out of bed. steam out sleepiness in the shower. eat
breakfast (coffee + milk + sugar, scrambled eggs, bread + guava jelly)
7:49-rush out of residence. speedwalk 9 blocks to the Universidad de
Habana for class
8:00-8:15-Latin American Literature class begins (maybe). focus on
taking notes while the professor lectures (sometimes quite rapidly).
review notes at the scheduled breaktime and fill in the blanks from
incomplete thoughts.
9:35-class ends. walk outside for a 2 peso pastelito or to the corner
for a 1 peso espresso shot.
9:50-wander into nearby museum (or back home for a quick nap) to bide
time until the next class. Have a 10 peso personal pizza for lunch.
11:20-History of Cuba 2 begins. Take copious amounts of notes. Fan
self furiously between notes. Air conditioning is a luxury not
provided by the University.
1:05-Libertad! Class ends. Talk to classmates about the upcoming
school sports competition, in which you have entered yourself for
several sports (a la peer pressure)
3:30-meet with Professor Shanti Pillai for Cuban Cultural Policy. Ask
questions about any and everything you've noticed while walking the
streets. (For example, the British flag is a huge trend in Havana.
Why? After the Olympics, a lot of leftover tee-shirts made their way
over to Cuba and became a hot commodity. Today, the British flag can
be seen on tees, bags, shoes, kneepatches, and beltbuckles.)
6:30-dinner! Eat like a king.
7:30-be coerced into a post-dinner walk to the Malecon (the wall along
the Havana shore)
8:00-cherish/curse the dial-up internet
8:30-do something cultural (i.e. see the concert or go with friends to
La Copellia-a giant ice-cream park)
10:30-play cards with students from residence or read until bed.
La vida cubana is not too far different from life at Princeton (minus
the fact that there is no blackboard website, youtube, or Princeton
gmail). Cuba is definitely not a land of excess, but everyone seems to
be making ends meet with their government-mandated salaries and their
hustles por la izquierda. The city is safe and beyond idlers making
kissy-sounds when you walk past, Havana is pretty peaceful.
to be continued...

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Black in Brazil

Yesterday, I was having a conversation with some new friends (yayy!!!) and somehow the conversation drifted to my friend Rodrigo's race.  Recently, some people had claimed he was black. Now, Rodrigo, doesn't really look African to me; if I had seen him walking down the street in America, he would strike me as hispanic or maybe a mix of European and Native America descent.  He has hair that is closer to straight than kinky and even under the Carioca sun, his skin is still a couple shades lighter than Obama. Now after 5 semesters of liberal arts lectures and seminars at Princeton, I understand that "race [like everything] is a social construct."  But it is interesting to see it play out in a country the US already considers to be inhabited by "others".  When we think Brazilian, we don't think black or white; we think exotic latinos that are all that perfect shade of caramel.  In reality, though, Brazil is a racial country with real racial cleavages that often fall along regional and economic divisions.  Walking through a favela, I encounter many more kids and residents that share my color as opposed to the rather white-washed streets of Copacabana.  I have yet to say my two cents on this now because I want to take the time to truly understand the source of these trends and patterns before I cast my suspicions based on the black experience in the US.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

First Impressions: Cuba

Everyone has been saying going to Cuba would be like time traveling:
We'd step off the plane right into the 1950s. If this is the case, the
50s weren't so bad. We're living better at our Cuban home than we do
at Princeton, except for the fact that we don't have access to high
speed internet. I may be going through a bit of email withdrawal, but
beyond that I am completely enamored with Cuba. After months in the
miserable New Jersey winter, I prefer *this* side of Paradise. Word to
Fitzgerald.
The city of Havana is organized very well; the city is set up like a
grid and streets are in an order that makes it very easy to figure out
how to get around. This morning I ran down to the beach and did
experience quite a bit of air pollution caused by the exhaust from all
the old cars and buses, but it just means I'll have to run before rush
hour. There's a gym about 50 feet away from our front gate, though, so
I don't see exercise as a problem.
We met for our first class today at the Center for Demographic
Studies. The professor does a great job of explaining everything and
the class is very intimate as there are only four of us. On Monday,
we'll go to learn more about classes offered at the University of
Havana this semester. It's sure to be very different from Princeton
because there is no course catalog or 7:30am sign up, but we'll all be
shopping classes to feel out our favorites. I'm hoping to be able to
keep up with the professors and make conversation without sounding
like a fifth grader, but only time will tell!

Later that day....
We went to a live rumba performance. It's something unlike anything
found in the US. The singer takes the mic and begins by singing a few
ad libs, just a few words of gibberish to throw off the listener. The
drumming begins and the singer starts to tell his or her story, with
themes very similar to American Country music (I lost my dog, my wife
doesn't love me, etc etc.) and as the music picks up, dancers enter
the floor. The dancers (a male and female) then engage in a play in
which he tries to 'vacunar' the woman (vaccinate-- a metaphor). The
woman tries to elude the man as much as possible, often teasing him
with shimmies and winks. The performance has an element of
spirituality, as many of the performers practice Santeria and use
music to invoke a heightened spirituality, but each song and dance is
a special experience with dancers responding to the drummers'
improvisation. I LOVE IT! I want to go back! After the performance one
of the drummers tried to say something to me, but I didn't understand
what he was saying. Next time, though. Yo voy a RRRRUMMMBAAA!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Meet Damali!

Hi! My name is Damali James, and I am a Junior in the Woodrow Wilson School of Public and International Relations. I will be studying at the University of Havana for the Spring 2013 semester and I'm excited to bring you all on this journey with me. Born in Canada to a Jamaican family (with a couple Cuban roots!), I have always viewed Cuba a bit differently than my American peers. Having a bit of son in my blood is what inspired me to study Spanish from a young age. Since then, I have visited Guatemala and studied in Spain and each experience fuels my desire to learn more about Latin culture! Stay tuned for more about my four month journey with Bernice!

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Meet Victoria!

Hello! My name is Victoria Seyoum and I’m a junior in the Politics Department also pursuing a certificate in African Studies. I most recently lived in Brentwood, California, but prior to that I was living in the Middle East and Eastern Africa. The summer of my freshman year I participated in a Global Seminar trip to Italy and Poland and the experience was so amazing that it opened the door to the possibility of spending an entire semester abroad. I decided to study at Cape Town because 1) classes are taught in English and 2) the city is absolutely breathtaking. I’m hoping to expand my knowledge on politics and society in South Africa, and most importantly meet some really cute penguins!

Meet Yooni!

Hi! My name is Yooni Ahn and I am a junior in the Woodrow Wilson School studying education policy. I was born and raised in Seoul, Korea, and came to the States for high school. This spring, I will be studying abroad in Cape Town because of my interest in education policy and love for traveling. After taking a seminar on American education system in the fall, I wanted to learn about how education policies are shaped in a developing world. Along with an added dimension to my studies, I hope to explore and try many things such as going on a walking Safari tour and biking through vineyards!

Meet Nikhita!

Hey Everyone!
My name is Nikhita Prasanna.  I'm a politics major with an Italian certificate from the Jersey Shore. I'm most excited about immersing myself in the Italian culture and people - getting to know my city and fellow Italians really well.  I really hope to gain complete fluency in the Italian language, and I can't wait to try all the gelatto!

First Impressions

Oí!
Today was my first day in Rio de Janeiro.  After 15 hours between two flights from New York to Rio I finally made it!  And can I ever be able to put into words how happy I am?  It just so happened that five other people from my CIEE program were on my flight, including Emily Hornsby from Princeton, so I was able to meet some of the other Gringos I would be spending my first few days with.  We arrived, and immediately I was swarmed with a sweltering heat and a confusing chatter of portuguese all around me.  But it was great because I realized that I could actually understand it pretty well.  And the heat? Well I would choose sun over Princeton's white tundra any day.