November 1, 2011
I was exhausted, shirtless, and freezing. I stared at the papers spread out on her desk and couldn’t answer questions any more articulately than mumbling because I was afraid I might start crying if I opened my mouth any wider. After the countless hoops I had to jump through to initiate the visa process in [...]
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September 26, 2011
“I lived in Ghana for a semester; Paris will be a breeze.” This is indicative of the simultaneously arrogant and naive things I thought before I came to Paris. When I left for Ghana, I had few expectations other than that everything was going to be really ridiculously different. In truth, things were probably nicer [...]
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