Duality of study abroad

When I was originally thinking about study abroad, I thought that most of my time would be going on trips and exploring New Zealand, and classes would be important, but that wasn’t the biggest focus. Honestly, I was partially right about that, but I just finished the first step in the exam process for my classes, and it has been a very school-oriented two weeks. I turned in two of my final essays, had 4 internship interviews, and have exams in the next week and a half. Safe to say that it was a very busy two weeks. I lived in the library trying to make sure that I was still on top of everything. Part of what made this difficult was trying to make sure that while my essays were being turned in, I was still connecting with recruiters from the United States. The time changes and interview prep were a lot harder than I thought, and because I go to a much bigger school than DU, and because I’m an international student, I was unable to meet with anyone to help me prepare for these interviews.

As I said in an earlier blog post, I am an accounting major and had interviews with all of the Big 4 firms. I would do two a week and run them a day apart, which is not as much time as I would have liked to have to research the firm. After two long weeks, all my interviews, both essays turned in, I finally felt that I could relax. This was perfect timing as my flat had planned to go up to Lake Tekapo for the weekend, and I was feeling completely drained. We left late on Friday and made the 3-hour drive up the coast, and finally went inland to the mountains. The water at Lake Tekapo is known for being the bluest in all of New Zealand, and it did not disappoint. We got there so late that we just had dinner and went to bed. The next day, we made the drive out to Mt. Cook National Park, which has New Zealand’s tallest mountain in it.

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lake tekapo and mt cook

Unfortunately, we had terrible weather, pouring rain, a wind warning, and the temperature was just a little above freezing (it snowed the next day). So, while our hiking plans and even seeing Mt. Cook were put on hold, we still managed to see part of the park along with the visitor center, which doubles as a full museum of the park’s history. We made the long drive back, where the weather cleared to the point of bright sunshine, and we went to Tekapo Springs, where they have heated pools that look right onto the lake, plus a sauna and steam room where we made some friends from Tasmania. They told us about their adventures all over the world and their goal of finding the most interesting sauna experiences that they could. We finished up with dinner at The Fishtail before getting prepped for our night in the dark sky reserve. Tekapo has virtually no light pollution, and people come from far and wide to see the stars. My flat and I walked out to Church of the Good by the water, where we spent the next 2 hours stargazing. We left a little before midnight when I couldn’t feel my hands or feet anymore. The next day, we made the drive back home and stopped at the most famous pie shop in New Zealand.

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Now that I’ve had a weekend away, I need to start preparing for exams that start on the 31st. Before I have to sit for anything, I’ll be driving up to Christchurch with my two friends, Asha and Josh, so that we can work on a goat and fruit tree farm for the week. But that is a blog post for later in the week. Until next time!

Murder mystery on Cumberland

This past Tuesday, my friend Verena turned 21 and had a birthday party. Verena loves parties with themes and any opportunity to get dressed up. So, her birthday was a combination of both of those two things. The theme was 1950s Italy, where the local pizzeria owner had been murdered. She bought one of those party packs that comes with different characters and personality traits that are then assigned to the guests. I was the daughter of the pizzeria owner and was “hellbent on avenging my father’s death.” Everyone had their own role and their own motives to either help or hinder the investigation. I really loved this party because, aside from my friends Elsa, Zara, and Verena, I didn’t know anyone. I’ve decided there’s no better way to meet a ton of strangers than to go around and accuse all of them of murdering your father. During the game, I received three different marriage proposals and had to decide which would be the most advantageous. Unfortunately, I picked the person who had committed the second murder, but it was all to avenge my father, so it worked out in the end. We played a round of the game before we had appetizers and drinks, and then another round before eating dinner, and once we all voted on who we thought the murderer was, we had dessert. To carry on with the theme, we only had Italian food, and everyone brought something as a sort of potluck. Unfortunately, I ended up being voted as the secondary murderer and was voted out of the pizzeria in handcuffs, when, like I said above, it was my character’s fiancé. It was so fun to get dressed up and meet a bunch of new people.

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The next night, I had a potluck with my flatmates, where I was still feeling inspired by the Italian food from the night before and I made Alison Roman’s caramelized shallot pasta, which is my favorite pasta dish ever. It was really nice to have a chance to talk with all of my flat mates because we’re all on different schedules and it had been over a week since I had seen one of them. Having this time with my flat made me realize that even when you live with people, it can be hard to stay connected, and this has been something I’ve struggled with while being abroad. I’ve found it hard to find time to call my friends back home and the ones who are also abroad. Between the time differences and just the general busyness of everyday life, it can feel overwhelming at times. This past week, I put a lot of focus on trying to be better about communication, even over texting. I managed to call three of my friends who are spread out all over the globe and texted a couple of others to let them know I was thinking of them. This was a reminder for me that even if I don’t have time to call each one for an hour or two, just texting people and letting them know that they’re on my mind and that I miss them is a good first step. Ciao, until next week!