Sarah Harste rss London Study London, Fall 2008

Sarah is a junior at Wofford College and is participating in the IES Abroad Study London program. She is an English and Government double-major. She loves to write and can’t imagine a better place than London about which to write. She chose London because of the city’s extensive literary history.

Sarah's Posts

  • “Are you sad to leave London?”

    Until I returned from London to my hometown of Gainesville, Georgia, there was one question that “adults” would ask that always topped my “most hated questions” list: “So Sarah, what do you think you’d like to do after you graduate?” Most of my friends hate this question for one simple reason: they don’t have an [...]

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  • A day in the life of a London traveller…

    As the train pulls up, I hold back my sigh of frustration. People are packed into each carriage like a deck of cards in its box — except a few stray cards from another deck have found their way inside, forcing the cards to strain against the box. Individuals fill up the aisles, as well [...]

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  • The Art of the Irish Breakfast

    Living in London has taught me to appreciate a good meal. It’s not that the food here is especially good or bad: it’s the lack of funds to buy that food. Each week, I go to Sainbury’s — a large grocery store chain — pick up my basket and walk down each aisle with a [...]

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  • My Own British Family

    When I signed up to stay with a British family for a weekend, I had high hopes. I expected everything: a hot meal or two that didn’t come out of a microwave — like mine usual do — a plethora of new British phrases and, most importantly, a bed with springs that don’t cut off [...]

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  • Witnessing the election across the pond

    It was a time for change. No, I’m not referring to the campaign slogan of our new president, Barack Obama. I’m talking about experiencing the election as a student overseas. As long as I’ve known what voting is, I’ve pictured voting in my first presidential election: I would wait in a long line, cast my [...]

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  • Grazie… for nothing

    When I decided to go to Italy, all that I was thinking of was a familiar face. As I bought my plane tickets online and prepared for the journey, I rarely thought about brushing up on my Italian. Instead, I clung to the relief of seeing my childhood friend Christina, a student at Vanderbilt who’s [...]

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  • Lost in Translation

    As I tried to rearrange the clothes in my suitcase to fit one more jacket, my mother voiced her thousand concerns about me living abroad. I could see, as her monologue continued, that her worries were becoming both more fanatical and improbable — I think she said something about the subway breaking down. So I [...]

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  • A night in Iepers, Belgium

    As the rain came down harder, more people in our group grumbled. When we arrived in Iepers, Belgium for our class trip, the sky above us opened up, began to spill out its contents and it hadn’t run out of supplies yet. The rain hardly fazed us when we first arrived. We were too busy [...]

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  • A Different World

    [gallery=17] “Mama, England is very cute, but America is America,” my roommate says from the bunk above mine. “England’s not the new world. It’s the old world, for sure.” A student from California, Daaman is a junior like me. She speaks to her parents over her webcam for the first time in our dorm room. [...]

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  • How to Measure the Wait

    You can measure the wait in different ways. You can measure it in deadlines: the dates by which you must turn in applications, recommendations and essays. The forms are easy. You just fill in the space with an answer. Though the demanded answers get harder after “name” and “address” you know somebody has to know [...]

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