Hello Everyone!
My apologies - there has not been as much blogging or as much roaming as I had planned for this blog post. The long and the short of it is:
After going to the ER, getting emergency surgery, crashing/coding blue, and resting for a bit, I have learned 3 main things:
1. I live in an EMS (emergency medical services) mindset. My thought, post crash cart and code blue? I coded? Oops! Good story though, although it's a bummer: I wanted to give the epi, not get it. Cue dark EMS humor.
2. Surgery makes you feel ancient. 15 minutes of walking around, and I'm thinking, phew, well that was taxing; I think I'll just go lie down.
3. I have very, very good friends. You know who you are.
I'm going a little stir crazy but looking forward to be back roaming around Auckland and the rest of New Zealand. Will be posting more interesting and travel-y related news soon, but just thought I'd give everyone a heads up as to why I've been mysteriously absent from blogging (although if you read my France blog, you probably aren't surprised).
Warmly,
Your friendly (bedridden) traveler
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
An Introduction, of sorts
Kia Ora
Salam wa aleykum
Bonjour
Hello
The above are standard greetings in 4 different languages: Maori, Arabic, French, and English, and these greetings represent in their own way the places that I will be living in for the next year. I say "living in" and not just "traveling to" because I will be in each for 3 months, and while I will be a foreigner in three of the four, I'd like to think that over the course of those three months in each place, I will become more than just a tourist, and the people I meet more than just acquaintances. So for a formal introduction:
You have reached the first post on the blog, Round The Girdled Earth She Roams. Where, might you ask, does this potentially poetic and most certainly long title come from? It is, in fact, a slightly modified line from the Dartmouth alma mater, and I chose it because a). like most Dartmouth students and alums, I have a strong connection to my snowy little haven in the woods, b). because it does, in fact, describe my activities for the next year rather well, and c). because it reminds me of where my home is, and where my core connection lies. This all being said, I am a member of the Dartmouth Class of 2014, and I won't be back for any extended period of time at Dartmouth until this coming fall, the fall of my senior year there.
So, in the interest of this being an introduction, and you, the reader, being presumably unfamiliar with why exactly I'm jaunting around the globe for a year, I'll do my best to summarize. I am currently in Auckland, New Zealand on a Dartmouth foreign study program for anthropology and linguistics majors, and am studying here at the University of Auckland (colloquially referred to as Auckland Uni). After this program finishes, and I spend a week backpacking on the south island of New Zealand with friends, and another week visiting family in Geelong, Australia, I'll return to the States for about 24 hours to switch out my bags and head to Kuwait City for another 3 months, where I am interning at the American University of Kuwait. Three months there will fly by, after which I've got a few options, but it is likely that I'll return to Paris (a place that I consider to be my European home, and where I studied in the spring of 2012 and did not manage to successfully update a blog - whoops) to carry out original anthropological research (broken up by a quick jaunt back to the States midsummer to photograph a wedding). My last quarter of the year will be spent where the green grass meets the fall color that tickles the sky: my home and my haven, Dartmouth College.
Whew! So that's my introduction and that's my year! I am so excited to be on this journey and I hope that you'll enjoy following along with me (or just looking at pictures every once in awhile). I've posted the lyrics to Dartmouth's alma mater at the bottom of this post so that you might have a look at where I got the title for this blog.
Many thanks to each and every one of you who has helped make this journey possible!
Warmly,
Maggie Rowland
Dear Old Dartmouth - Dartmouth's Alma Mater
Salam wa aleykum
Bonjour
Hello
The above are standard greetings in 4 different languages: Maori, Arabic, French, and English, and these greetings represent in their own way the places that I will be living in for the next year. I say "living in" and not just "traveling to" because I will be in each for 3 months, and while I will be a foreigner in three of the four, I'd like to think that over the course of those three months in each place, I will become more than just a tourist, and the people I meet more than just acquaintances. So for a formal introduction:
You have reached the first post on the blog, Round The Girdled Earth She Roams. Where, might you ask, does this potentially poetic and most certainly long title come from? It is, in fact, a slightly modified line from the Dartmouth alma mater, and I chose it because a). like most Dartmouth students and alums, I have a strong connection to my snowy little haven in the woods, b). because it does, in fact, describe my activities for the next year rather well, and c). because it reminds me of where my home is, and where my core connection lies. This all being said, I am a member of the Dartmouth Class of 2014, and I won't be back for any extended period of time at Dartmouth until this coming fall, the fall of my senior year there.
So, in the interest of this being an introduction, and you, the reader, being presumably unfamiliar with why exactly I'm jaunting around the globe for a year, I'll do my best to summarize. I am currently in Auckland, New Zealand on a Dartmouth foreign study program for anthropology and linguistics majors, and am studying here at the University of Auckland (colloquially referred to as Auckland Uni). After this program finishes, and I spend a week backpacking on the south island of New Zealand with friends, and another week visiting family in Geelong, Australia, I'll return to the States for about 24 hours to switch out my bags and head to Kuwait City for another 3 months, where I am interning at the American University of Kuwait. Three months there will fly by, after which I've got a few options, but it is likely that I'll return to Paris (a place that I consider to be my European home, and where I studied in the spring of 2012 and did not manage to successfully update a blog - whoops) to carry out original anthropological research (broken up by a quick jaunt back to the States midsummer to photograph a wedding). My last quarter of the year will be spent where the green grass meets the fall color that tickles the sky: my home and my haven, Dartmouth College.
Whew! So that's my introduction and that's my year! I am so excited to be on this journey and I hope that you'll enjoy following along with me (or just looking at pictures every once in awhile). I've posted the lyrics to Dartmouth's alma mater at the bottom of this post so that you might have a look at where I got the title for this blog.
Many thanks to each and every one of you who has helped make this journey possible!
Warmly,
Maggie Rowland
Dear Old Dartmouth - Dartmouth's Alma Mater
Dear old Dartmouth, give a rouse
For the College on the hill,
For the Lone Pine above her,
And the loyal ones who love her.
Give a rouse, give a rouse, with a will!
For the sons of old Dartmouth,
For the daughters of Dartmouth.
Though ‘round the girdled Earth they roam,
Her spell on them remains.
They have the still North in their hearts,
The hill winds in their veins,
And the granite of New Hampshire
In their muscles and their brains.
And the granite of New Hampshire
In their muscles and their brains.
For the College on the hill,
For the Lone Pine above her,
And the loyal ones who love her.
Give a rouse, give a rouse, with a will!
For the sons of old Dartmouth,
For the daughters of Dartmouth.
Though ‘round the girdled Earth they roam,
Her spell on them remains.
They have the still North in their hearts,
The hill winds in their veins,
And the granite of New Hampshire
In their muscles and their brains.
And the granite of New Hampshire
In their muscles and their brains.
Dear old Dartmouth, set a watch,
Lest the old traditions fail.
Stand as sister stands by brother.
Dare a deed for the old mother.
Greet the world from the hills with a hail!
For the sons of old Dartmouth,
For the daughters of Dartmouth.
Around the world they keep for her
Their old undying faith.
They have the still North in their soul,
The hill winds in their breath,
And the granite of New Hampshire
Is made part of them ‘til death.
And the granite of New Hampshire
Is made part of them 'til death.
Lest the old traditions fail.
Stand as sister stands by brother.
Dare a deed for the old mother.
Greet the world from the hills with a hail!
For the sons of old Dartmouth,
For the daughters of Dartmouth.
Around the world they keep for her
Their old undying faith.
They have the still North in their soul,
The hill winds in their breath,
And the granite of New Hampshire
Is made part of them ‘til death.
And the granite of New Hampshire
Is made part of them 'til death.
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