Abroad blogs: the herpes of study abroad. For a semester, your junior friends’ Twitters are cluttered with links to “awesome pics from this weekend’s trip” as you receive emails you didn’t sign up for lamenting the lack of proper outlets or like, how totally crazy it is that people speak different languages.
The most telltale byproduct of studying in a different country is the infamous abroad blog. “Hey, did you check out my most recent post about Czech food? It was so funny, right?” Must’ve missed that one! Because we
are actually pretty jealous that you’re abroad don’t care, nope, not us. By far the best part is how they all sound the damn same.
Are you bored? Play our fun game, “Guess Where They’re Abroad!” We give you a line from their blog and you choose the multicultural experience. Answers after the jump!
“I took some group pictures that belong in a study abroad brochure.”
“Excuse me while I adjust my invisible knapsack and exercise some white privilege.”
“I told myself I wanted to go to Oktoberfest because it was a once in a lifetime thing, that I would probably never want to go back when I’m older….but I would definitely go back! If I could, I do think it would be worth it.”
“Don’t get me wrong – I anticipated some adjustment period bullshit before I even got here. The food is different, there are no dryers (all of my clothing is damp and smells like a homeless Pole went hitch-hiking in my suitcase), there’s DEFINITIVELY no iced coffee (just coffee with ice cream. flashback: “Its fucking ice in a cup and some hot fucking coffee, can you just make it happen, sir?” ….they may not get the concept of iced coffee, but they definitely know a stuckup American cunt when the word “fuck” flies out..oops!), the people don’t take to American girls who bat their eyelashes and clench their tits and ask dramatically to be escorted to the tram station lest they get lost and kidnapped by prostitute-hunters (my mother swore up and down that I was at an 85% risk of this. Has not happened yet. Updates to follow).”
” If you sit in a café and listen to people’s conversations, if you go for groceries, if you ask a stranger for directions, if you ride the bus, take classes, and go to bars/theatres/museums, you’ll get a sense of the different culture in which you’re immersed. But to throw yourself into a house of strangers, that’s how you’ll really learn – about yourself, about adapting to living with them, about their culture.”
3. London, at Oktoberfest
So easy, right?