Adventure Over

Hi.

I know I came home months upon months ago, but I wanted to finally put this blog to bed. My time in Scotland was so amazing that I ended up spending every moment enjoying it rather than sitting back and reflecting on it, and therefore blogging fell through the cracks. It was a whirlwind experience, and one of the best of my entire life. My friends hate that I can’t shut up about it, but I don’t care because it was amazing and I will forever hold all my memories from it dear. All I’ve wanted since I left is to go back, so much so that I applied for graduate school at St Andrews. I should be hearing about it by sometime around December, and I’m so anxious/excited/terrified to know what the next chapter holds for me. If you’re considering study abroad, do it. Don’t let anyone tell you not to. Just do it. You won’t regret it.

Until the next adventure.

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Homesick?

Why hello!

So this is a post that is again devoid of pictures, but I’ve never been one to keep promises, so I’m sorry… but I’m not that sorry. They’ll come eventually! Just gotta be patient! What can I say, I’m a busy gal.

I wanted to tell you all about the three most difficult parts of going to school in another country. Now that I’m unattached, I don’t really feel homesick for actual home. I have been far, far away from home for the past three years, so this part is nothing new to me. What IS new to me is being outside America, where there are three main differences that I’m having trouble adjusting to.

First: Lack of variety for snacks. Seriously Scotland, I know America has a bunch of fatties and that has to do with our convenient access to junk food, but I shouldn’t have to promise you my first born to get a hold of something to eat. Yes, Tesco and Sainsburys have fairly good choices, and even have Pringles, but you wouldn’t believe what I’d do for a box of Cheezits. AND EVERYTHING TASTES DIFFERENT. Not that different, but different enough for me to be greatly disappointed. I now understand why we pump everything full of chemicals in the good ole US of A. It tastes better, plain and simple.

Second: Lack of access to anything American. It costs my Mom a ton of money to ship even a teeny package to me, so even she can’t help me with my dire snack situation. They don’t have the products I use in my hair so I have no idea what will happen when those run out. Netflix is crap here and VPNs don’t work so I don’t have access to ANY American television online. I can’t go online shopping because it costs ridiculous amounts of money for shipping. Can I just win the lottery so I can buy all seasons of all the shows I like and pay shipping fees please?!

Third: Lastly, adjusting to schoolwork. This one is a little better because I’ve never really had trouble with school, and I don’t find it particularly more challenging here, but self-motivation is a much bigger factor at St Andrews than it is at HPU. At HPU we have the darn attendance policy to keep us in check. Here? If I want to sleep instead I can and no one will know. The only classes I technically have to show up to are my ones on Friday. And the homework load is way smaller because your grade is completely dependent on a paper and a test, in most cases. The longer I’m here the more I get into the swing of things, and I actually kind of like being independent, but it’s still something to get used to.

So, do all these things mean I don’t like Scotland? NO. I love it here despite the heinous lack of delicious junk foods and access to civilization. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything, but I just might sell a kidney to afford getting my American conveniences shipped over here.

Until the next adventure.

Honesty

Why Hello,

Today I need to be pretty frank about something that’s been bothering me for awhile. I have never known, before this semester, what it feels like to be truly happy at a school that I’ve attended. Yes, my school has millions of amazing amenities, classes that I’ve learned so much in, professors that I’ve bonded with, and my best friends in the world, but I’ve never been completely happy in the two and a half years I’ve been there. I thought that it was just because I wasn’t a happy person and I just had to stick it out because everyone else loves it there, but I’ve learned something in the past week (yes, only one week) while I’ve been at St. Andrews. It’s not that I’m an unhappy person at all, it’s that I was in a situation where, no matter how hard I tried, I’d never be completely happy. Now, internet people, you might ask how I could know all this after just one week? It’s because I’ve managed to have one of the worst days of my entire life while attending this university, and friends that I’ve only known for a week managed to turn it into one of the best nights I’ve ever had. And I couldn’t be more thankful for that. Or for them. It’s astounding how quickly they’ve all become like family to me. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. And that’s all I have to say about it.

Until the next adventure.

Arrived

Why hello there!

I’ve officially arrived in St Andrews, and although the beginning was a tad shaky, I LOVE IT HERE.  I’m already extremely jealous of the students who get to spend an entire four years here because it’s everything I ever wanted in a university.  I love my home university, but I have extra perks here, like a small town that’s easy to walk around.

Getting here was atrocious.  The actual flight from Boston to Heathrow wasn’t that bad.  They fed me, no one sat next to me, and I got a full thirty minutes of sleep!  I was obviously hoping to sleep more, but alas, you can’t always get what you want.  The real fun started in Heathrow.  I had about an hour and a half to get through customs and security and to get to my gate.  I thought all would be easy since I didn’t have to leave terminal five, but how very wrong I was.  I walked forever just to get to customs (with a twenty pound bag filled with clothes and heavy backpack filled with electronics), but that wasn’t even the worst walk.  I got lucky at customs and made it there while the line was short, and minutes after I got there the line got wicked long.  If I had been at the back of that line rather than the front I would’ve missed my connection, so someone was looking out for me.

After customs I had to go through security which wasn’t really a huge problem, but I did have trouble because I had to constantly put my heavy bag down and pick it back up and so on and so forth.  Then, after getting through security I figured getting to my gate would be a breeze.  No one airport terminal can really be THAT big right?  Wrong.  Dead wrong.  Heathrow, I’ve decided, is not an airport.  It is a mall that happens to have airplanes take off from it.  Long story short I walked forever and ever and got sweaty and stinky and finally made it to my plane.  Where I was sat in the very last row.  Because I really needed to do more walking.  If I had been ten minutes later it would’ve left without me.

The shuttle from Edinburgh was uneventful.  Move in was pretty uneventful too.  Lots of me wanting to go home and feeling like I made a bad choice (I like to doubt myself, you see).  BUT THEN I made a friend.  A very nice friend named Abi.  And she introduced me to her friends and I met some other JSA’s and now everything is just amazing.  And I’d give anything to never have to go home.  And that’s all I have to say about it.

Until the next adventure.

P.S. Sorry about the lack of photos, I haven’t had much of a chance to wander and take them.  They’re coming, I promise!

Almost Time To Go!

Happy New Year!

It is officially the year that I finally get to study abroad, and I couldn’t be more terrified excited!  In 18 days I board a long, long flight over to the UK and then I try to act like the adult that I am (supposed to be).  When I finally show up to St Andrews I’ll have a laundry list of things to get done on my own.  Is it too late to buy my mom a plane ticket?  Considering I’ve technically been living on my own for the majority of the year for the last two and a half years, I’m not overly worried.  I’m just in the scary stretch that lasts the entire time leading up to going somewhere new + the first couple of days that you’re there, and it’ll dissipate after I’ve gotten there and seen it’s not so scary after all!  So, needless to say, I’m ready to leave.

When I get there the exciting posts finally begin!

Until the next adventure.

This is Weird

My fall semester is coming to a close, and as I finish assignments and classes for good I realize just how soon I will be on my way to Scotland.  In fact, my countdown app tells me I will be headed there in roughly 40 days!  I can’t believe that it’s actually approaching, but I couldn’t be more excited than I am right now.

It can be overwhelmingly stressful at times to make sure that everything is in order, but all of those preparations are almost finished.  It is nerve wracking to know that I’m headed to a school that is known for good academics, but I saved three gen eds to take while I’m over there, so I should be all set on that front.

Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go procrastinate because it’s finals week.

Until the next adventure.

Acceptance and Preparations

Hello!

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It’s finally official! This girl is headed to the University of St Andrews for Spring Semester 2015!

While I am excited, this news also comes with a whole lot of stress.  There are packets to complete, room forms to fill out, as well as meetings to go to and emails to send.  Constantly checking for replies to those emails is probably the most stressful part – what can I say, I like to have answers so I can just move on to the next thing!

I’m willing to deal with the preparations a thousand times over, however, because I know they’ll all add up to a once in a lifetime experience that I’ll never forget.  I couldn’t be any more excited than I am right now, and I know that getting through the rest of this semester will be an odd mixture of a struggle and a breeze because I just want to go to Scotland already, but I also have Scotland to daydream about while I’m in my current classes!

Anyway, that’s about all there is to say today.  Until the next adventure.

Oh Goodness

Hello again.

Long time no talk!  Today I had to fill out my application that is specific to St. Andrews, and in doing so I got my first taste of the differences between the English I speak and the English those in Scotland speak.  Good golly I have a feeling it will be a fun but challenging semester.  That’s okay with me though.  If I wasn’t okay with being challenged then I wouldn’t have chosen St. Andrews.

I still don’t have a whole ton of news.  Since I just filled out the final application it will be a few weeks until I hear whether or not I got accepted.  *Deep breaths* I’m sure it’ll be fine.  I’ll just sit around and daydream about it some more.  At least I finally have the piles of paperwork behind me!

I’d appreciate crossed fingers and well wishes while I wait for the news. 🙂

Until the next adventure.

Hello World!

If you’re reading this then you may know me, and if you don’t, click on “A Wee Scot Headed Home.”

I’m a Junior in college in North Carolina, and I have been waiting for my opportunity to study abroad at the University of St. Andrews for two long years now.  Though I have just finished the application process and must now wait to see if I got accepted for the Spring semester, I decided to test fate and set up this nifty little blog, just in case! (Read: Mostly because I have no patience.)

I’m going to use it from now on to update about the application process and just vent about things that may be stressful or gush about things that may be exciting, leading up to when my plane takes off, and I will continue to update until I touch back down in America.

I hope you have as much fun reading about it as I have living it!

Until the next adventure.