Off the Beat: Wherever you go, there you are

I flip over onto my stomach in the morning. 11 a.m. Fuck. No recollection of turning off the alarms set for 7 a.m., 8:15 a.m., 10:45 a.m. Missed morning training again. The rugby girls won’t care. I’m American; therefore, all my misbehavior is somehow excused and/or overlooked. They won’t even
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Party in the USA?

Worlds Collide

A typical night out at my home university consists of the following few things: First is a choice of one of three rather pitiful nightclubs in the area, all of which promise an average night out at best but can’t be faulted for their consistency in delivering mediocrity. After getting
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Americans don’t need no royal family

Cultural Cadence

I don’t even know what a crumpet is. Some sort of scone-type thing? Who knows. It sounds like crump, as in crump dancing, which is cool but probably doesn’t go too well with tea. In fact, I don’t think I know anyone who eats crumpets. It’s a British thing —
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Turmoil abroad builds strong bonds

On a cold July morning in Santiago, the infamous Plaza Italia is packed with students wearing bandanas and scarves over their faces, huddled around handmade banners. It’s a scene I’ve passed by many times while living in a city where protesting is as normal as breathing — where sometimes the two
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