Dorming at Regents

If anyone is thinking about studying in London, it is the place to go!

Not only is the culture and history unbelievable, but the living situation isn’t bad either! When I first arrived in London I was so nervous to see where I would be living. I heard there were dorms in the center of Regent’s Park where the college I attended, Regent’s College, was located. I was sort of bummed that I would be living in a dorm again, but who really cared… I was in London!

When I first saw the park I would be living in for the next three and a half months I was blown away. There were 

big gates surrounding it, 

rose garden’s everywhere, 

a huge lake, 

a bike path, 

a walking path, 

little cafes 

and ice cream shops. 

It was beautiful. 

Regent’s College was made up of four buildings which shared a yard in the center. All of the buildings were connected, so that you could go from your dorm to class, to the cafeteria, to the gym without even stepping outside. On those rainy days, it was pretty convenient. And yes, it does rain in London, but not as much as you think!

When I got to the reception, I found out that I was rooming with the only other Fairfield student who was going to Regent’s, so that made me a little more comfortable. We got our key and headed to our room, which overlooked the park. The room had green carpeting and yellow walls. The color choice wasn’t so great, but the room was a nice size. The best part about it was the vintage bay window. There were two beds, two desks with desk lamps, big closets, and communal bathrooms. The school offered sheets and a bed spread, which the maids would wash for you weekly.  

Regent’s Park is located right near Baker Street, which is a wonderful area that has every store you could ever need. It is also right near Baker Street Underground Station, which connects directly to the Bakerloo line- taking you to great areas like Oxford Circus and Piccadilly Circus. Overall, Regent’s College’s accomodations are very lovely and convenient. Cheers!

-Leigh Blickley '10

HIpa Hipa Wha?

If you go to Nicaragua, be sure not to skip Hipa Hipa or Moods...especially on Wednesday nights! 

Now you're probably wondering what a club in Nicaragua is like.  Well, in the capital city at least, the answer is - it looks and feels like New York (without the strain on my bank account).  It was very clean and very modern looking.  I never felt unsafe there.

The first weekend in Nicaragua we walked into Hipa Hipa and payed our $7 cover charge to enjoy free drinks the whole night.  We soon learned that Wednesdays meant no cover charge AND free drinks for ladies.  Good thing I didn't have class until 3pm on Thursdays!  

When we walked in on that first Friday, we were first surprised at the number of people we already recognized and second at the fact that we knew all of the songs.  The music was at leat 75% U.S. pop music...just a few weeks / months delayed. In fact, on our last Wednesday before leaving, we requested for the DJ to play some bachata and he said they don't play that music there...same answer for salsa and merengue.  

Helllllo globalization and U.S. influence.

The best night at Hipa would have to be the night when a few really tall guys walked into the club and we kept talking amongst ourselves about how we thought they were American (excuse me, "United Statesian" - estadounidense, because Nicas are American too - Central American).  Then, an hour or so later, one of my friends just walked up to them and in English asked, "Where are you from?"  Turns out they were from Houston and New York and were in Nicaragua for some sort of basketball tournament.  We proceeded to take shots and dance to soulja boy with them the rest of the night, creating the typical obnoxious American scene!

-Jenn Zocco '10

Ireland over Australia? Your Kidding, Right?

My friend Katlyn was recently trying to decide between studying abroad in Ireland or Australia. Of course I’m a bit biased, but I told her to go to Australia and then proceeded to tell her all the ways that Australia is amazing. 

The truth is when I was deciding I had a hard time deciding between Australia and Ireland. 

I have tons of family in Ireland and visited once or twice and always wanted to stay for an extended period of time. But then my curiosity got the better of me and I decided on Australia. 

I have always had a fascination with Australia, it being halfway across the world and all. I’ve always wanted to go and thought this was the perfect opportunity to visit. 

The flight from New York to Brisbane can sound pretty daunting (approximately 24 hours from my house in New York to my apartment in Brisbane) and I thought if I’m going to spend all that time on a plane, I want to stay there for a while. Studying abroad was the perfect solution because when else would I get to spend a long time in another country on mostly my parent’s dime? 

Also, I figured that Europe was so much more accessible than Australia and I would have my whole life to be able to travel around there. My mom on the other hand wasn’t so convinced because of the distance so I had to come up with other ideas. The internship program that is offered in Brisbane turned out to be a great selling point, and a terrific experience. 

Finally, I wanted to go somewhere people spoke English. I know it’s probably totally unadventurous of me but I am not good with languages. I took French for about 7 years and still couldn’t pull off a normal conversation. 

Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to go to Europe but not for a minute do I regret the decision I made. 

-Lauren Doran '10

inside view: nicaragua host family

When I arrived in Nicaragua it was about 8pm on Friday, August 29th.

We waited for one more flight of students to arrive, and then got into a van with all of our luggage to drive straight to our host homes. My roommate Kristen and I were dropped off second. We rang the doorbell and went inside.

Once inside, I was shocked to see our living conditions. I guess I expected something a little more modest. Though we didn't see the rest of the house right away, there was a main house with a living room, kitchen, bedrooms, etc. In the back where we stayed, there was a 2-story "dorm-style" building with 5 rooms for anyone who might be staying at the house.

I soon came to learn that my "host-mother," Alba is a business women, and very good at. She had about 5 other Nicaragua students living in her house during the week while they attended classes.

Adjusting to life with a new family was difficult for several reasons,

the first being the obvious language barrier. I could understand and speak Spanish when I got there, but I didn't have the confidence to strike up a conversation. It was a little easier with my host brother who was closer to my age at 27 years old, especially when we could talk about baseball! But, my roommate was a little more outgoing in the beginning and I think that helped her adjust better than I did at first. The family definitely responded to that, so..

if you're going abroad, don't be afraid to be yourself!

It didn't take long before that house felt like our home. "I want to go home" came to mean "I want to go back to Alba's house and turn on the fan because it's so hot" rather than "I want to go back the U.S."

My host mother, or her Aunt Chila, cooked us breakfast and dinner everyday. It was nice when sometimes we got to eat with the rest of the family or other students staying with us. I never would have guessed that I would ever be sitting at a kitchen table in Nicaragua, eating rice, beans and plantains as part of a family!

nica nica nica ! ! !

Hello fellow stags! For any of you considering Nicaragua, I thought I'd give you a glimpse into my environment down there. More description and all the juicy stories to come in future posts so keep reading :)

Nica looks like...
La tierra de lagos y volcanes (Lakes, Volanoes), children on the street, black & red FSLN (Sandinista) flags, sunsets (setting the world aflame!), geckos, clothes drying on the line, men sitting on the side of the road, beautiful, green nature everywhere!

Nica sounds like...
SPANISH/SPANGLISH, yet way more English that I ever imagined, car alarms, reggaeton, salsa, hip hop, "dame un pesito, necesito zapatos" (children saying "give me 1 cordoba (aka 5 cents) i need sneakers), "Ya chavalas" (as our host mother calls us for dinner), men yelling at the bus station to try to get you on their bus, honking, music from the political rallies, loud speakers/mega phones, fireworks, intense political debates, bells from the eskimo ice cream cart, whistles, geckos chirping

Nica feels like...
stiff clothes from washing by hand, freezing cold showers and room temperature drinking water, bugs biting, crowded buses, excessive HEAT, Nica kisses, riding in a bumpy pick up truck @ walking speed through rock piles and rivers

Nica tastes like...
rice & beans (gallo pinto), delicious fruits & juices (my favorites - pitahaya & arroz con pina), eskimo ice cream, various varieties of fried plantains, splurging for pizza, refried beans & french fries @ school

Hasta luego!

-Jenn Zocco '10