Stressed is Just Desserts Spelled Backwards

When you imagine someone writing a blog post, what do you picture? Can you see them sitting calmly at their kitchen table, gazing across their laptop into their flowery backyard, blowing on their hot cup of tea, placidly searching their minds for subject ideas? Sounds relaxing and peaceful, right? Oh, if you could see me now! I'm currently sitting on my backup train (yep, I missed my original train and it's possible that I won't make it in time now for my excursion in Wales) writing this last minute blog all the while trying to keep my bladder from exploding because I am too shy to ask the stranger in the seat next to me to move so I can go pee. So peaceful.

Why, you might ask, am I writing this post in such a position? I will tell you why! Stress. It's because I am stressed! My blog post is due today, and though I meant to write it last night before bed, I completely forgot because I am simultaneously suffering from the aftershocks of this past week's chaos and the precursors of this coming week's craziness.

Before coming here, every time I heard about Harlaxton it came with words of praise and celebration (which it rightfully deserves), but no one ever talked about how hard the semester is! People are always willing to share their travel horror stories, but everyone I talked to made the classes and work load sound so easy. Ha. Haha. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

No.

A lot of people's schedules will vary slightly, but this is my general, stress-inducing schedule:
Wake up super early for British Studies or Genetics class (maybe even early enough for breakfast), then go to one or two classes, have a small break (that's too short to actually accomplish anything), then lunch, and another hour-long-too-short-to-get-anything-done break. After that you have another class and (oh yeah!) a 2 hour lab, then it's time for dinner and now dinners done, but you can't take that peaceful hike around the manor because it's nighttime, and then (surprise!) you wanted to get started on your homework. But there's a Gold Room lecture and then a basketball game and come support your house at the House Competition and don't forget to do your weekend checkout! Next you get a text from your sister telling you that the guy back home that you were practically in love with has gotten engaged (still crying) and then your credit card FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON will not go through to buy your train tickets and even though it's 1:30 AM and you want to go to sleep, you still need to shower and WHAT? The British Studies quiz is TOMORROW?!!?!?

Stress. I know everyone knows about it, and I know everyone is feeling it. Stress and sadness and anxiety will always be there. They may go away, but they always come back. But what I hope you remember is that it's the same way for happiness and hope and peace! They may go away for periods of time, but they always come back! You will have bad times, but good times will always be on the way! Don't get bogged down by the troubles of your past and unknowns of your future, but instead choose to live in the moment and enjoy life to the fullest!

I now leave you with two inspiring quotes from two very British fandoms!

"It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated..." Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant." The Eleventh Doctor, Doctor Who

I hope that despite any stresses you may encounter, each one of you finds happiness, has a fantastic week, and remembers that stress is just desserts spelled backwards!

Written by: Remington Grenier

Romance, Waves, & Blue Skies

Trivia Question: Where did America’s favorite Royal couple meet?

Answer: University of St Andrews in Fife, Scotland.

This University is not only where William and Kate met, but is known for being one of the most “romantic” colleges in Great Britain. One in every ten students will find the person they will marry at this college. It has almost a mythical reputation for matchmaking. (Maybe I should have studied abroad there). St. Andrews hosts much more than just a romantic college. The city has beautiful, if not cold shores, over a dozen book stores, and even more tea shops. It’s a perfect way to spend a cold afternoon.



Freezing weather did not stop me from running

through the waves with my shoes off.

It shouldn’t stop anyone!

When studying abroad it is so tempting to choose huge trips to partake in, for example, going to London and Bath in England or visiting Rome and Florence in Italy. And of course visiting Paris. Some of the best trips are places that you don’t read about in pamphlets and top ten articles. At first, I wanted to hit all the tourist spots. Every single one. And St. Andrews wasn’t really on that list. I went with the school, not by choice. The best adventures are the ones you don’t plan.  

If there is any advice I can give to anyone studying abroad, it would be this: don’t get so caught up in trying to put stamps in your passport that you forget about the places that are not always on the maps.


Written by: Skylar Plummer

Subways and Train Rides and Flights -- Oh My!

Travel.  That is the most common topic at Harlaxton, whether it is trying to book trips or getting asked about where you are going that weekend.  In case you were wondering, traveling to different countries is just as wonderful and exciting as I have imagined it. From touring London to going on Paddywagon tours in Ireland, every weekend I am excited to see new places, not to mention getting new stamps in my passport!

One of my most memorable adventures so far has been to Berlin, Germany.  My friends and I saw the typical sites, like the Berlin Wall Eastside Gallery and Checkpoint Charlie, which were both very humbling experiences.  However, the one event that I will never forget is the Sunday morning when we were trying to return back to Harlaxton.

Earlier that weekend, we received the subway schedule from our hostel, so we planned to get to the nearest station at 4:30 a.m. in order to make our flight that left around 7.  However, when we got there, we learned that the line that we needed did not start running until 5:30 a.m.  Once we caught the first train, there were several delays at different stations, and we finally made it to the airport with only 30 minutes until our gates closed.  As a result, we had to sprint through the airport, and we made it to our flight with 2 minutes to spare!

Throughout this experience, we all remained calm and worked together in order for us to make it through the airport without losing anybody.  As soon as we boarded the plane, we were so relieved and thankful that we managed to make our flight.  Through this trip, I learned several invaluable life lessons:

1.   Not everything is going to go exactly as planned, so be prepared to be flexible, especially with travel.  Even though we obviously wanted to make the flight, we had a backup plan that would have enabled us to get back to Harlaxton safely.

2.   Calmly deal with every situation.  Panicking in stressful situations will not help, so take deep breaths and try to think rationally.  Even though we were worried, none of us were stressed to the point where we could not function (or maybe it was just a super early morning).

3.   Take every moment, both good and bad, in stride.  All of the great things that happened, like visiting museums, wandering around Berlin, and laughing over dinner, are fantastic memories.  However, Sunday morning, though not the best scenario, was a learning experience that helped prepare us for future situations like this.

 

 

While my Berlin trip may have had a slight mishap, it is definitely one of my most memorable experiences so far, and it was definitely a trip to remember!

 

 

 

 

Written by: Jessica Vaughan

 

That One Stage of Culture Shock Where Everything is Irritating

Disclaimer: I don’t hate England. Or Great Britain. The United Kingdom? Whatever the HECK this country is.

When I arrived at Harlaxton a little over a month ago, literally EVERYTHING was exciting. E V E R Y T H I N G. Myself, approximately one month ago:

• “It’s rainy all the time here? GREAT! I LOVE RAIN.”
• “I’m living in the carriage house?! This is fantastic! I’ll get to breathe in fresh air everyday!”
• “Plastic bags cost extra? That’s SO cool, discouraging waste and trying to be environmentally friendly!”
• “BRITISH ACCENTS ARE SO COOL!!!!”

Myself, approximately yesterday:

• “Why does it literally have to ALWAYS be raining?????? THESE ARE NICE SHOES.”
• *Walks to the manor, forgets keys, textbook, laptop charger, etc.* “ARE YOU SERIOUS I HAVE TO WALK ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE CARRIAGE HOUSE I HATE THIS SO MUCH”
• “WHY do I have to pay for a plastic bag?? Why do I have to pay for tap water?? Why do I have to pay to use this restroom?? Why do I have to pay to eat this food in the restaurant?? WHY IS THIS COUNTRY SO EXPENSIVE???”
• “Honestly, do you have to talk like that?”

 
Welcome to That One Stage of Culture Shock Where Everything is Irritating. (Seriously, everything.)

I mean, I knew this part of culture shock was a thing. It’s generally the second stage of culture shock, and it’s called something like “rejection” or “frustration.” However, I didn’t think that I would ever actually experience it. I didn’t see how the splendor of the manor and the thrill of life in another country was EVER going to wear off. I thought I was going to whip out my inner-ENFP and be absolutely thrilled for every single second of this semester.

LOL, NOPE.
 
The irritation is REAL, y’all. Underneath all of those annoyingly peppy Instagram and Facebook posts that go on and on about how wonderful and exciting this country is, there is an angsty human who just wants to throw fish and chips in the trash and eat a cheeseburger and copious amounts of sugar, the true American diet.

Because my brain actually leaps at any opportunity to stress itself out, this frustration and irritation has spurred a lot of anxiety on my part. Why am I not having a 10/10 time like everybody else seems to be having? Do I just have a really awful attitude? Why don’t I feel as #blessed as I did at the beginning of the semester? You see, I haven’t exactly enjoyed this negativity and irritation that I’ve been feeling – I’ve done my best to try and suppress it and be the way-too-happy girl that haunts my social media profiles.
 
I mean, you probably already guessed it – that didn’t end very well.

I am a FEELER, guys. (Read: emotionally unstable.) I have a lot of emotions, and little to none of them can be contained. Therefore, trying to bottle up all my feelings of frustration resulted in a little outburst explosion.

Luckily, I have GREAT friends who are always more than happy to document my breakdowns, and therefore, here is a picture of me, at the Cliffs of Moher, during said breakdown.

I won’t go into details, but this breakdown consisted of me screaming angry things at the weather and proclaiming “I AM IN THAT ONE STAGE OF CULTURE SHOCK WHERE EVERYTHING IS IRRITATING!”

 
Acceptance, friends. Acceptance.

It took some very nasty winds and a small downpour, but I had finally reached a place where I could acknowledge the stage of culture shock I was in. I mean, maybe I just needed to shout profanities at Mother Nature to make myself feel better, but more than likely, I just needed to accept that these feelings of hostility and frustration towards this country and its culture (and its climate) are normal. They comprise an entire stage of culture shock, which is a very normal thing that most people go through when encountering a new country and culture.

I’m okay, y’all. And if you’re experiencing the same feelings of irritation as me, you’re okay, too. Just because the honeymoon phase of culture shock is over doesn’t mean that we are all doomed to walk around with feelings of hatred for the rest of the semester. Eventually, we’ll come to accept that the weather is simply rainy 24/7 and the British actually like food this bland. We’ll reach a blissful state of biculturalism, and it’ll be GREAT.

Until then, it’s okay to be irrationally angry that the sinks have two separate faucets.

Written by: Lindsey Moore

 

Finding the Balance

Students here at Harlaxton could all be described as suffering from “overstimulation.”  We eat every meal surrounded by a dozen friends, we exercise together, travel together, and relax together. When we have a moment to ourselves, it is usually spent napping or watching an episode of [insert binge-worthy Netflix show here]. In my thus far limited experience as a Harlaxton student, a very difficult aspect of study abroad is the actual studying part. It’s hard to find the balance between picking out a DVD to watch with all of your new friends or reading about the life of Henry IV. There is always something to do and someone to see and so much that gets in the way of taking the appropriate steps to ensure you keep up with your classes. Therefore, I’ve compiled a list to help in sorting out whether you should be hittin’ the books like King Alfred of Wessex or living it up like its 1499.

1. Find the perfect study space. It's all too easy to tell ourselves we'll get a lot of studying done in the common rooms or in the bistro on a weeknight. Get to know the manor a little bit and seek out a corner that is all your own for the next couple of months, you'll get much more done.
2. Set your phone on “Do Not Disturb” mode. While those group chats we’ve made with our new friends can be a blast, they can also be very distracting. Before you know it, it has been an hour since you last looked at your notes and all you have to show for it are some very clever remarks in a groupme.
3. Make the time between your last class and dinner the time that you study the most during the day. You have the flexibility of being finished with your courses for the day, you’re less tired than you would be at 10pm when people are watching movies and playing games, and you have dinner to look forward to later (because there just might be chocolate cake.)
4. Budget time for travel planning. Booking trips is like a whole other course in itself. If you let them, those travel cites will suck you in for hours as you search for a flight to Spain that doesn’t cost you your right arm and first born child.
5. If you have a test/quiz/presentation or paper due the next day, try and get it all done before 9pm, when the hot chocolate from the bistro starts flowing and movie watchers come out to play.

Being a student on studying abroad is all about the budget. You budget your time and money almost constantly. Using common sense and knowing when its time to haul yourself off to the library can be an extremely useful skill when it comes to being successful abroad. So go put the “Study” in “Study Abroad” and make me proud.

Written by: Sarah Spalding

10 Dumb Things You’ll Probably Do in England

For many people, Harlaxton was a big factor in deciding what college to go to. And why shouldn’t it have been? This study abroad program not only allows you to live in a literal castle for four months, but going from living in the states to living in England sounds like a much tamer, less daunting transition than moving to other places on the map. And for the most part, it is. The food is similar, the weather is comparable, and practically everybody speaks the same basic language.

However, there are more differences than you might initially realize. You may occasionally come across a British phrase or two that will trip you up, and the UK way of doing certain things might blindside you at first. Coming to England presents some challenges, and is an adjustment for sure. It’s normal to feel a little lost and silly as a foreigner at first—you’re definitely not alone! Here’s a list of ten stupid things you’ll likely do within your first month here. (Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything.)

1.      No matter how many times you learn about pub etiquette, you’re going to forget to note your table number before you go up to the counter to order.

 

 

 

 

 

 

2.      You’re going to call biscuits cookies to a cashier’s face.

3.      Someone will greet you with, “alright?” and it’ll catch you off guard, so you’ll just awkwardly say hi and give them a little wave.

4.      You’ll be slightly surprised when you order fish and chips and french fries come out of the kitchen instead of Lay’s.

5.      You’ll cringe when someone calls it “the toilet” instead of the restroom or bathroom. (It just feels wrong somehow.)

6.      You’ll feel completely overwhelmed by the amount of monarchs you have to know for your first British Studies quiz. This will lead you to go on YouTube to look up songs that will help you remember said kings. You will find one written for children, and you and your roommates will jam to it until you know that song forwards and backwards. (Then King Stephen/it’s true, check it/I’m Henry II/killed Thomas Beckett!)

7.      No matter how many tube maps you look at, you’ll still

      get off at the wrong stop. (Who knew Abbey Road station

      is different than the Beatles’ Abbey Road?)

 

8.      For a millisecond, you’ll forget that they drive on the left side of the road and be utterly convinced you’re going to die in a head-on collision.

9.      You’ll say something is fifteen

      dollars first, quickly correct yourself and change

      it to euros, and only then will you remember

      that they actually use pounds in England.

10.  Forgetting that some places in England use military time, you’ll accidentally book a train ticket for 8 in the morning instead of 8 in the evening. (20:00=8:00.)

And all of these things are okay!

You’re not here to feel smart: you’re here to learn. What’s the point of traveling thousands of miles and spending thousands of pounds (which is basically millions of dollars with the sad, sad conversion rate) to get the exact same experience you could be having at home?

Even though you might feel a little lost and dumb in a new place, just remember why you’re here. You came to Harlaxton College to broaden your horizons and experience new things, and there’s nothing stupid about that.

 

Written by: Taylor Gates

Travel Bug Fever

When I first discovered that I was coming to the United Kingdom and staying here for four months, I knew I was going to travel. I just knew I was. I kept telling myself (and others) that I was going to go here and there and around that corner and around this corner. No matter how much I would spend, no matter where I stayed or how I got there, I was going to quite literally see the world.

Let’s just say, I had the travel bug fever. You know, that fever you get after that nasty little green bug flies on your shoulders and bites you whenever you travel?

Well, this idea was still going through my head once I jumped off the bus at the manor and was still going through my non-travelling American brain once I was on the train to London during that first weekend in the UK. After the first weekend, I began to notice that maybe travelling the world can be a little tiresome, but hey, I’m still going to do it!

This is how that idea began to change over the next couple of trips:

Trip #2, Day Trip to Cambridge: OK, that was fun, but I’m ready to lie down for a bit.

Trip #3, Day Trip to Lincoln: this is for class, but I’m ready to go home… and I just got here.

Trip #4, Day Trip to York: I’m starting to think this wasn’t a good plan.

Trip #5, Day Trip to Nottingham: I wish I didn’t sign up for this.

Trip #6, Day Trip to Stamford: You know what? Forget this. I’m not going.

This past weekend was literally my first weekend since I came to the UK in which the only trips I made were to the restrooms—I’m sorry, toilets—and to the refectory before collapsing in my bed and binging on Clifford the Big Red Dog—that’s right, Clifford. The. Big. Red. Dog—in my Mickey Mouse pajamas with ease.

Oh, don’t worry. That thought of travelling the world is still swishing around in my brain, but now, it’ll have to wait until after I find out about all the fun adventures Clifford and Emily Elizabeth go on with their friends. So, take this lesson into consideration, kids: if you want to go travel, then go travel. Let your little wings soar you into the clouds and hopefully not into an upcoming airplane! But sometimes, the best trip you can take is the one to your bed.

Written by: Titianna Folson