Sunday, August 28, 2016

Grad Student Life

Since a picture is worth a thousand words, and I am too busy using my words and typing stamina to write theory papers on The Prepared Environment, and Deviations and Normalization, I present a selection of pictures for your hopeful amusement.

A thrift store find to brighten my casa. 

No abode is complete without at least one piece of Ikea furniture.

Care package from sissy. 

The view from where I have lunch each day on campus. 

We wore these the first week. I am proud to say I learned everyone's names by day two, a rare accomplishment for me. 

I am still enjoying decorating my apartment. 

This month anyway there has still been time for cooking!

My lovely apartment.

And a view from the other side.

Because how could I post without including at least one photo of food?!

The first lesson from the Geometry Cabinet. 

Behold the Pink Tower.

Our beautiful practice classroom, or in other words, the prepared environment. 

Color tablets with a demonstration with my current favorite shades.

Another view of the Casa (Montessori's word for her classrooms)

Understanding the Binomial cube as an introduction to Algebra.

Homework

Oh yeah, and then there's the leak in my ceiling that they just can't seem to come fix.

More homework.

At least I have beautiful views from the third floor. And strong quads! 

Practice giving lessons: The Phonetic Object Game

Panorama of the Elementary Practice Classroom 

Local raw honey, candied ginger, and Dutch cookies from a dear classmate taking care of me when I had a really bad cough.

View from the pool chair.

Another view from another pool chair. The life. Make no mistake. This has only happened twice. 

My friend took me to Charm City Cakes while we were in Baltimore because she used to watch a show that was filmed there. 

Baltimore Art Museum's lovely grounds. 

A gorgeous card from a friend back home to brighten my Saturday.

Panorama of the lake/pond by the school. 

I'm telling you, these third floor views!!

Lunch on a park bench in the sun = happiness. 

Panorama of my lunch view. 

The Baltimore Art Museum sculpture garden.

It was very hot. I wanted to wade in the water. You have no idea how much restraint I used. 

Panorama of my view at lunch time. 

Beautiful birds are attracted to this pond.


I come out here at each break to stretch my legs and take in some fresh air and greenery.



Friday, December 4, 2015

Why I Participated in National Novel Writing Month This Year

Over the past several years, every time November rolls around and I hear snippets of conversations that include the phrase ‘NaNoWriMo’ I have rolled my eyes and scoffed at the supposed writers who participate in such a gimmicky showdown. Surely a real writer does not need the imposed constraint of a daily minimum word count and periodic encouraging emails. Right?
            This year, however, I matured from that deluded point of view and realized that yes, actually, real writers need time constraints very much, as well as goals, friendly encouragement, and a community of like-minded supporters. And so with very low confidence I embarked on my very first NaNoWriMo in an attempt to write the first full-length novel I have written since I was seventeen.
            Apart from one script I wrote in a screenwriting class my sophomore year of college, I haven’t been able to write anything longer than a page since I was a teenager. I considered myself a writer since I was six and decided that’s what I was when I wrote a story about a baby seal that was almost ten pages long. So it’s been a sore spot for me that the older I’ve gotten, the less ‘inspired’ I’ve felt. Until this year.
            I finally learned that inspiration is not enough. What’s that quote: one-percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration. Yes, Thomas Edison said that, and he had to have been talking about writers! My problem, it seems, has been that whenever I start to feel like writing is becoming a burden, I stop, because I think it must just not be right. Actually, it probably means that when I was sixteen and wrote a 700+ page novel in less than a year, I was actually just ridiculously lucky and didn’t have many responsibilities.
So thank you, NaNoWriMo, for teaching me that hard work is what makes you who you are, not fleeting inspiration. I may not have gotten all 50,000 words in this November, but over the past four days I have been continuing to write diligently, and to tune out the voice of doubt that often tries to tell me ‘this is not good’ or ‘this is too hard’. It’s not really about whether it’s good, after all. My novel is for me, and too personal to ever publish. This has given me the bonus lesson that not everything I do in life has to have a higher purpose. Sometimes, you just do things because you know they’ll make you happy.

I am pretty sure than I’ll have a finished novel by the end of 2015, but even if for some reason I don’t, I’m not going to quit until it’s finished. This time, I am going to succeed in finishing a story.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Things You Come to Realize When You Go to Europe

Things You Come to Realize When You Go to Europe

Shannon’s take on an article posted on http://theodysseyonline.com

1. We are louder... than everyone...
This takes a little time to notice. When on the trains or on the street, stop talking for a moment. It's actually pretty quiet... Yep, and it’s embarrassing when you’re an American and you see a fellow American being obnoxious and you want to apologize to everyone else on behalf of the moron.

2. Going to class in workout clothes WILL result in dirty looks and judgment.
"Sweats" are not really a thing in Europe, and usually, the people are dressed pretty well. I don’t generally dress like that in public even when I am in the U.S., but it’s true: Londoners and Parisians have more class and self-worth it seems when it comes to appearing out in public.

3. You must embrace a lack of deodorant from those around you.
For some reason, body odors tend to... well, linger a little more. Yep. Just, yep.

4. No matter how hard you try, you still look American.
You can shed your sorority/frat letters and your "I HEART NY" shirt, but for some reason, you still GLOW American. Actually, in Paris anyways I kept being mistaken for a Parisienne, which was the most flattering thing ever.

5. But some people actually like that.
Some locals are oddly fascinated with "The States" and love to find a place they've been there that is familiar to you. True of Parisiennes anyways, which we found to be much friendlier than Londoners.

6. Embrace (or get over) the constant smell of cigarettes.
Smoking is completely culturally acceptable and common here. So, get over it. This one I’ve got to really disagree on. I mean yes, Paris smokes like a chimney, but it’s annoying, and weird really, because they’re so progressive in certain areas, and yet not in the area of sucking-carcinogens-into-bodily-organs.

7. If you see someone falling-over-drunk, 99 percent of the time, they're American.
An absolute given. We can't handle our liquor like the people here. Actually I’ve heard that we just have bad manners. It’s much more socially unacceptable to be intoxicated in public in Europe, at least where I was.

8. Clubs cater to people of every age.
Unlike American bars and clubs where (with the exception of the fake ID entry) everyone is over the age of 21 and generally under 30, the bars here have a variety of 18-50 year olds dancing all alike... scary. K, so didn’t go to any clubs therefore can’t verify. But hey I say more power to ‘em! Age is just a number.

9. The people will greatly appreciate it when you (attempt) to speak their language.
Nothing brings a smile to a foreigner's face like seeing you try to say "thank you" or "hello" in their language. It reminds them that we do actually appreciate their culture. Yes! And my tries at French were so practiced (I am a Francophile after all) that many people started speaking back in fluent French after my simple phrases.

10. You will greatly miss your dryer.
Rarely, if ever, do you come across a dryer accompanying a washing machine. Everything is air-dried. Thank goodness for the Laundromat next door. I can’t do the stiff, scratchy clothes thing. I assume it’s an environmental thing and so I feel like I should be tough and put up with stiff, scratchy, un-dried clothes, but I just can’t do it. Some things are too unpleasant to forgo. I can easily be vegan, which is the most environmentally-friendly diet, so let’s let me use a little electricity to dry my clothes thanks.

13. You can, in fact, walk by police on the street holding an open beer can.
Greatest law (or lack of law) ever. Again, haven’t tried this. But it was nice because I got a beer at Sainsbury’s and wasn’t carded for it even though I look like I’m twelve I’ve been told.

14. Public transportation is not an option-- it is life.
The public transportation is efficient, also surprisingly clean, and used by pretty much everyone in the city. Yes, and for someone who is not confident as a driver, living in a big city with public transport is like the solution to life’s hardest questions.

15. The locals here WILL be fascinated with what you are studying in their country.
It is almost a guarantee that after telling a local you are studying in their country, they will respond eagerly with, "so what are you studying?" Every. Single. Time. I wasn’t a student, sadly. But maybe I’ll do my grad studies abroad…I can have my dreams can’t I??

16. Far too often, you will accidentally buy "sparkling" water instead of regular. Yuck. Although sparkling water is available in the U.S., it is not as common as here-- where regular and sparkling are considered... well, equals. Sparkling water is delicious. Especially when you run in to a Franprix and all around you are French words being spoken by locals and you can pretend, for just a second, that you are one too.

17. It is no rumor: beer is literally cheaper than water. (And water is not free.)
Instead of trying to save a few bucks by getting water, always, ALWAYS get a beer. Here, it will actually save you some cash. Water is cheaper in Europe than it is in the US, at the grocery anyways. I think the cheapest I found was 1L in Paris for 29 Euros. Can’t beat that. And if you chug water like I do, it would be futile to replace that with beer. Seriously, let’s get real here. Not even funny.

18. We have been trained since birth to eat way, WAY too much.
The server will be straightforward and let you know that you are, in fact, ordering WAY too much. Like only a true American does. We didn’t go to any restaurants like that, but we did our people-watching and noticed that everything is smaller in Europe, and that is rather nice. Americans can be disgustingly excessive in all areas, that’s for sure, which is not to say Europeans can’t, but as a whole they are much less so.

19. Ice is a precious novelty and shouldn't be taken for granted... drinks are rarely served with ice. Get used to some nice, luke-warm drinks. I will never again take ice for granted, or pretend that I don’t love it just so that I can fake my European-ness or hipster-ness. Ice = necessary. It was 100 degrees while we were in Paris, and not only did we not have A/C, but of course, no freezer/ice-maker. The solution: STARBUCKS!!! I went to at least one every day, and it was heaven. I try to steer clear of them while at home (price, affiliation w/ Monsanto, not organic) but while abroad I had to get my fix. Starbucks was the only place I knew I could get ice and A/C while in Paris.

20. You will be judged if you eat dinner before 8:30 and leave before 10:30.
People enjoy their meal in the evening and have no rush... unlike anything we're used to. It's actually a nice change of pace. We cooked at our apartment, which beat eating out! Because eating dinner at 8:30? No thank you. I’m not going to pretend I like that either just to “fit in” with the locals.

21. Sometimes you get charged to use public restrooms (WC's), and it stinks.
Although it may not cost much, there are often bathroom attendants trying to either rip you off, or actually charging for using the public facilities. Never saw a bathroom attendant, but had to pay a couple of nominal fees for general upkeep. No prob.

22. Cars WILL hit a pedestrian.
You must come to grips with the fact that in you vs. car, the car will always win. And here, the drivers aren't afraid to show you. Yikes, glad we didn’t observe that. Actually pedestrians seemed really confidant in their ability to not be hit by cars. But again, maybe it was just timing.

23. The people here are generally more eco-friendly.
Between the lack of dryers, AC, the eco-friendly settings on EVERYTHING, the heavy use of public transportation, and conservation of water, the people seem a bit ahead of the curve with helping good ole Mother Nature. Yes, but the host we stayed at in London didn’t recycle and I was appalled.

24. Men are not afraid to wolf-whistle or honk loudly... in fact, this happens far too often.
Public display of affection is much more common here, and the same can be said for men trying to get your attention. They will not hold back. Actually, the only experience we had with men being rude in public was them shoving us quite literally on the street and the tube. Disappointing. Chivalry really is dead.

25. You realize that even though you're in a different country, on a different continent, there are still comforting similarities that prove we're not so different after all. Amen to that. That was the coolest thing, and the reason I want to keep traveling for the rest of my life.