I plan to study abroad. I plan to travel my entire life. I plan to join the Peace Corps and serve in Salvador, Brazil. I plan to get a doctorate in anthropology. I plan to lead National Geographic expeditions in my spare time. I did a three-week study abroad in Denmark during high school and went on a mission trip to Salvador, Brazil summer before freshman year. Those two trips are the highlights of my life, and I plan to continue to see as many different places and peoples as I can before I die. This is what I want to do with my life. I want to visit the impoverished, forgotten corners of the globe and give them something to eat, to subsist on, to believe. I want to analyze their situations anthropologically, then develop and implement the best plan for that given people to rise above the poverty level. On this Semester at Sea voyage, I will see 11 countries (including Salvador, Brazil) in 13 ports. I believe this qualifies as experiential learning. This is my chance to take in the world firsthand. I am not content to sit and wonder about the world when I can stand in wonder before it. Therefore, I wish to spend a semester on a ship roving the world. Thank you.
I plan to travel my entire life. I did a three-week study abroad in Denmark during high school and went on a mission trip to Brazil summer before freshman year. Those two trips are the highlights of my life, and I plan to continue to see as many different places and peoples as I can before I die. I’m an anthropology major, so travel isn’t so hard to imagine in my future. This is what I want to do with my life. My great contribution to man. With my life, I want to visit the impoverished, forgotten corners of the globe and give them something to eat. I want to analyze their situations anthropologically then develop and implement the best plan for them to rise above the poverty level. This trip will enable me to not only encircle the entire globe, but study around 12 different cultures by actually being in them. I can’t think of a more perfect example of experiential learning for me, personally. I want to lift the dregs of humanity out of the mire, and in order to do that, I need to see them. This study abroad is my sample platter of the world. It’s my Pequod. My HMS Beagle. The backdrop to my genius roving. I adore Hendrix, but it’s time to get out of the bubble. I am not content with the coma of American society. I don’t like consumerism or the drudgery of politics, so I’m leaving. I’m flying the nest with the goods I’ve been able to find here, and I’m going to spread what I got to people who need it. I’m going to see the world. Thank you.
Prepared. What has prepared me? My life. My tenacious demand for more. I need to know why. I need to know how. I need to know everything. I need to be at sea. I need a change of scenery. I need to shake off this damp, drizzly November in my soul. I’ve been to Denmark. I’ve been to Sweden. I’ve been to Brazil. I’ve been starving. I’ve been dead. How would I benefit from this experience? Me? Personally? Me. Personally, I don’t care about words like benefit. I care about words like gasp. Grope. Feel. Exist. Mull. Ruminate. Saturate. Get me away from my divorcing parents. Get me away from pay stubs. Get me away from rent. Get me away from Martin. Get me away from commercials. Get me away from mundane. Mundane. That’s a word I care about in the most intense and averse ways. Get me somewhere new. Somewhere I can be anywhere. Somewhere I won’t see anything I don’t want to. What I don’t understand I can make mean anything. What I see I perceive and decide. Where what I know will die. Where what I am is not. My degree at Hendrix? My degree of discontent? Of melancholy? Of WTF and why can’t I breathe? Of insanity? of existential ;aldskhjfa;lk? Future career goals? I’ll be running away my whole life. Shaking the dust of this crummy town of my feet? More like pass the damn bleach. More like give me epilepsy if shaking does the trick. More like circling the world to the sound of gnashing teeth and shut. up. Now… Bring me that horizon.
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away, would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
Spontaneously combust” —
Thinking of you.
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