I am three weeks into my Argentinian exchange. It’s funny, because it’s just this week that my walls have finally let down a little. I know this post is coming a bit late into the exchange, but honestly, I think that’s better because now I have more news. 

The first weekend was the hardest. I found myself crying the first time I talked to my family, and by the second week I was longing to pet one of my dogs. My exchange, Estefi, and her parents live in an apartment in the city, a five-minute walk from her school. The family has been more welcoming than I could ask for. They cleared out an office so I could have my own room and immediately asked if there were any foods I was accustomed to having that I wanted them to buy. I had to ask four times to convince Estefi and her dad to talk to me in Spanish (they’re both fluent in English), because they wanted to make sure I understood what they were saying. 

The people here are very welcoming–one of Estefi’s friends made me a cake for my first day– though it’s been hard for me to be in a new environment with people who have known each other for years. After the first week, the questions died down, so if I wanted to talk to someone I had to start the conversation. I’m normally a pretty outgoing person, but I was surprisingly timid my first couple of weeks here. Part of it was definitely the Spanish. I can speak the language well enough to be understood, but I had no idea how to translate any of the jokes I wanted to make. In addition, the kids here speak so fast I sometimes can hardly distinguish the words. 

But, like practically everything else, time has made it better. The more I’ve stayed here, the more comfortable I’ve become and the more I turn back into my loud extroverted self. Especially this week, I feel that I’ve begun to make friends with both the other exchanges and students here. Estefi and I get along really well. Knowing that I only have one more week here makes me much sadder than I thought it would.

The one thing I wish I had known from the beginning was how much easier it is to get to know people if you speak English. Now, it’s a weird mix of Spanglish. Sometimes if I ask a question in Spanish, the other person will answer in English, or vice versa. I’m honestly begun to be a little worried that once I get home, I’ll talk to people in Spanish. 

The other last note I would like to make is how much of a difference it has made when I’ve had the courage to go up and start a conversation with someone I don’t know..

From running in the Los Angeles International Airport terminal to getting lost in the shadier part of town, my experience in Bogotá can be described as a wild, crazy, amazing adventure. An adventure that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed, and whose one week has flown by far too quickly. I’ve had the opportunity to try so many amazing things, from chocolate croissants from the local bakery down the street (I eat one almost every day) to homemade arepas (hopefully I’ll never eat one again). The food in Bogotá is really unbelievable, with Michelin star restaurants and up-and-coming eateries clustered around luscious green parks filled with joggers and puppies. Luckily, my host family is always more than ready to show me all the best spots to gorge oneself on Colombian food.

My host family has been really welcoming to me. From the beginning, they’ve been excited and eager to show me around the city. I’ve had the opportunity to ride a funicular to the top of Montserrat, walk through the caverns of an underground cathedral, and eat brunch next to the sprawling golf course country club Guayamaral. In between sight-seeing and school, they make sure to introduce me to different aspects of their native Venezuelan culture as well (with a few comments about how it is obviously superior to the Colombian equivalent, of course).

Colegio Anglo Colombiano is really different than Athenian. For one, I have all my classes in two main buildings. Also, their first period starts at seven in the morning, which means I have to wake up at five thirty every day. The Anglo and Athenian, however, actually have a lot of similarities, especially since they’re literally on opposite sides of the globe. For example, the students are really nice, so it hasn’t been hard to make friends. The Anglo is also similarly devoted to keeping their environmental footprint to a minimum, and the school has a program similar to AWE where students spend two weeks in the Amazon rainforest. Overall, the Anglo has welcomed me with open arms and really isn’t that different from Athenian. (The Anglo also has an excessive number of class-wide meetings.) I’m definitely looking forward to the next three weeks in Colombia.

Traveling to South Africa has been a roller coaster of emotions. I arrived in SA with my family nine days before the school’s winter term started. We saw vast canyons, Lucky’s potholes, animals while on safari, and the enormous Victoria Falls. A quick peak into the touristy side of Africa let me know that there was loads more fun to come.

The first day without my parents was scary, but the sweetest thing happened to me. That night instead of being alone in the boarding house with no family or friends, a group of girls from the 10^th grade invited me out to dinner. That simple gesture was the first of many and the start of my exchange.  It took a while to adjust to the boarding house because of all the rules, but it also allowed me to bond with the other exchanges. The first week was really interesting and a huge surprise to me. There are currently four other exchanges who I have become close with (from Canada, Australia, Japan and Scotland). Jhana, Katie and I had to participate in a fashion show and attend practices in the very beginning of our exchange. It was a lot to be thrown at us not knowing anyone and have to strut down a stage, but we all got the hang of it and soon were having just as much fun as the other girls.

Along with the differences in rules in the boarding house, I’ve noticed differences in cultures. I sometimes disagree politically with people here in SA, but it’s helped me acknowledge my bias. The school culture is also a bit different. Athenian and St. Cyprians both want strong bonds with teachers, but here there seems to be a clear line between grades. The main differences are that it’s an all-girls school and a lot of the students speak Afrikaans.

My favorite part of exchange so far has been the Red Bus. My host and the other exchanges got on this huge double decker bus and rode around in the top half. It was quite windy, but I was able to talk to Mila (my host) and see the city. I was able to see spider monkeys, cute penguins, beautiful gardens, and pretty mountains all in one day. Another highlight was going to Boulders Beach and Cape Point. The beach is a national park and it is filled with penguins. Being a few feet away from adorable baby penguins was incredible. Afterwards we drove to Cape Point, where the Indian and Atlantic Oceans meet. While there I saw an ostrich farm right as the sun set.

Another one of my favorite weekends was when a girl invited all the exchanges and some of her friends to her beach house in the Grotto. Their beach house was amazing and right near a national park. I was able to see giraffes and the beach in one day. On a weekend the school hosted for exchanges, we were able to go to the Aquilo Reserve and see lions and rhinos. After the safari we went zip-lining over rushing rivers and along the mountain. That weekend also helped all the exchanges get to know each other really well.

Along with the amazing sites, I’ve been able to meet so many amazing people. It’s been so fun learning the lingo South Africans use and just what it’s like living in Cape Town. Despite being worried about the food in South Africa (since I am vegetarian), my host family has been really helpful with giving me meat substitutes and making sure I never go hungry. The only difficult thing to cope with is my sleeping habits. In the summer I normally wake up really late and I’ve had to wake up early for the busy weekends, but it’s been well worth it considering all the places I have seen.  I’ve been here for seven weeks now and I would definitely recommend going on exchange. Even if you’re more introverted like me, it’s an amazing experience.

After a 14-hour flight and a two-day stop in Sydney to visit my aunt and uncle, I felt confident and excited about the adventures I would have on exchange. During the five-hour flight from Sydney to Perth, however, my mind was filled with anticipation and outright anxieties about the coming six weeks. Despite having a general understanding of the climate and some of the unique wildlife, I had no idea what Perth would be like. To my surprise, upon landing and meeting my exchange partner Mitch Hewitt, all of my worries vanished instantly.

Since I arrived two weeks before my classes at Scotch College started, I was able to travel around Western Australia and witness some incredible scenery and attractions. One of the first places I visited was the beautiful Kings Park. Situated in the center of Perth, Kings Park is home to some of Western Australia’s most interesting native flora. It additionally boasts spectacular views of the Perth skyline.. 

The following week, the Hewitts took me to visit their grandparents’ farm in Pemberton, approximately 240 miles away from their home in Fremantle. Stepping out of the car four hours later, I was blown away by the wide open spaces of the rural hillside. Although I was aware I would be staying in a farm, I was still surprised by the number of kangaroos and emus that were freely roaming around the nearby hills. Later that day, Mitch and his grandfather took me motorbiking for the first time around the tree-filled forests that surrounded their farmhouse. Despite being terrified for the first thirty minutes, I felt immensely relieved after I got the hang of driving the motorbike at high speeds (five miles an hour).

Two days before my classes at Scotch started, I visited the scenic Rottnest Island for an overnight trip. Although I was a bit apprehensive about starting school the day after a major trip, all of my concerns instantly disappeared when I took my first look at the beautiful island. The island was about ten times more breathtaking than I ever could have imagined. Waves of crystal clear water crashed on the sandy shoreline while the sun shone brightly over the expansive island. Additionally, Rottnest Island is the only place in the world inhabited by Quokkas: small koala-like rodents that tourists often take selfies with. A number of recreational activities such as surfing, fishing, kayaking, and souvenir shopping, are also enjoyed on the island.

My classes at Scotch College started the next day. Despite the fact that it took me a while to get back into the rhythm of school life, the transition itself wasn’t as bad as I predicted it would be. The hardest challenge was definitely trying to wake up at 6:00 AM after two months of sleeping in until 10:00 AM. After putting my school uniform on and eating a rushed breakfast, I boarded the 8:00 train to Swanbourne with Mitch. During the ten-minute train ride, I could feel my heart racing as my head slowly filled with intense apprehensive thoughts. “What if no one likes me? What will the classes be like? What will the teachers be like?”

As I walked off the crowded train and stepped into the Scotch campus for the first time, I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t believe that it was finally happening. Two class periods later, we took a 20-minute break. Oddly, I was mostly nervous about the break, since I knew I would meet all of Mitch’s friends in that time. To my immense relief, I got along really well with Mitch’s friends and we spent the entire break comparing our accents. Despite my general anxieties surrounding the first day of classes, I was surprised at how smoothly the whole process went.

For the following week, I kept noticing aspects of the school which heavily differentiate it from Athenian. Students don’t call teachers by their first name, classes are significantly shorter, and the overall homework load was a lot lighter than I was expecting (10-20 minutes a day). I highly advise sophomore students that are going to Scotch in the summer to use the extra downtime to hang out with classmates and learn more about the Australian lifestyle. It’s also a good idea to do other enjoyable or productive activities during your time away from home. For example, I found that I spent hours of my downtime writing screenplays, photographing scenery, drawing, and preparing for the SAT.

One of the most memorable experiences I had at Scotch College was my first marching day. The school has this tradition where all of the students march from the science block to the assembly hall every Friday. Although I was aware of this tradition before I arrived, I had no idea that the school actually makes it a competition between the various house groups. At Scotch, students are divided into 10 distinct house groups that compete throughout the year to win the house trophy. Since Mitch belongs to St. Andrew House, I was placed there at the start of the term. In the weekly marching competition, the winning house is determined by their ability to remain in complete synchronization. Since St. Andrew House is known for frequently winning the marching competition, I was nervous about messing it up for everyone. Although I was almost 100% sure I didn’t remain in synchronization, I was relieved when I found out that we won second place.

I’m approaching my final week here in Perth. Over the past six weeks, I have become attached to the beautiful city of Perth and the various traditions that Scotch College has to offer. Although I am sad to leave this wonderful place, I’m grateful that I had this opportunity to experience how people go about their daily life in Western Australia. I highly recommend taking the opportunity to go on exchange and making the most out of your experience there. Even though the seven-week experience might seem daunting at first glance, I truly believe that every student can find something to enjoy on this life-changing experience.

My friend Charlie and I came together on the flight to South Africa. When we left our families in San Francisco, I was frightened at the thought of living with another family for so long; however, I was excited because my exchange, Ethan, and I bonded very well when he came to live with me.

When we landed and went through customs, the immigration officers were very lenient with checking our information. Afterwards, Ethan and I caught up since we hadn’t seen each other in over a month. I immediately wanted to begin my introduction to Cape Town, so Charlie, his exchange partner, Ethan, and I went to the promenade to hang out and see the ocean. The next day, we visited a mall to get my clothes for school. I was surprised to see the precautions that stores must take to prevent thievery. For example, the stores all have detecting machines at the entrance and an employee that checks receipts.

The following day, I went to school and was introduced to Ethan’s friends and classmates. In class, the teachers are much less strict, have trouble commanding respect, and teach elementary material. The students are unfocused, talkative, and relatively unmotivated compared to the Bay Area schooling that I have experienced. The physical infrastructure of the school is outdated as the school is 150 years old. The social experience of school is similar to that in America. There are cliques, class hierarchy, etc. I have gotten along well with Ethan’s friends, but not so fluently with with the other students.

Thought I have resided in Cape Town for just two weeks, I have already seen multiple locations. I have been to the waterfront, paragliding, a helicopter ride, and Table Mountain. I have enjoyed my time and continue to be amazed at how kids from the opposite side of the world can be so similar and interact so eloquently.

Part 1 – Beginning

I just arrived in Adelaide on Sunday, and it’s felt like a whole new world. Right out of the airport gate, I was surprised to discover Angela (Patrick’s mom) and Julia Chukwani (Westminster’s exchange coordinator) waiting for me. They didn’t have to wait outside the security area because in Australia anyone can come straight up to the gate! When I left the airport, I made my next blunder—trying to get into the front right seat of the car, until I realized there was a steering wheel in front of me. Then, of course, there was the adjustment period for driving on the left side of the road. Although this was not my first time in a country that drives on the left, (e.g. England, India), it was still something I was not readily used to.

I also needed to acclimate myself to the sudden change in season. Instead of the sun setting at almost 9 pm, it set at just after 5. The weather was cold and rainy, which is very different from the burning Australia I had imagined. It was nice to be away from the burning California sun—or, even worse, their own summer weather, which apparently goes up to 110˚ (or 45˚ C, another of the units which I was not used to).

The next day was Monday, my first day at school. After experiencing Athenian’s non-existent dress code for two years, I found the school’s formal uniform very strange (and uncomfortable). I had to wear a dress shirt, sweater, blazer, and a tie! (I didn’t know how to tie a tie, but I do now!) We had to spend the entire day in dress shoes, which were not the most comfortable.

The first students I met from Westminster were on the train to school. Learning names was harder because everyone was in the exact same clothes. Moreover, I met everyone at the same time in a large crowd. There are still a large portion of which I have not learned yet.

I will be the only exchange student at Westminster throughout my stay, which is quite different from the experiences of the exchanges at Athenian, who usually bond quite closely together. In a way, this is good. Rather than staying in the bubble of other exchanges, I am forced to go out and completely immerse myself in the Australian culture.

The number of American stereotypes I heard when meeting students was mind blowing. The first thing that everyone would ask me after Patrick introduced me as “his American”—often before my name–was whether I owned a gun or liked Donald Trump. They were very disappointed to discover that I did neither of those things. Their image of America resembled the Deep South, and not California, though someone did think that Detroit was in the South.

Fascinatingly, they were more well-versed in American politics than their own. They were aware of the Mueller report and Russia investigation, but couldn’t name their own prime minister who had been elected in a surprise victory not five days before. Additionally, they had never heard of the little piece of history I knew about Australia: The Emu War (a military extermination operation they lost to the emus in 1932).

The amount of slang was very disorienting. It seems as though Australians are so lazy that they shorten every word to its first syllable and add “o” or “ie” to the end. Here’s a little Australian slang dictionary:
Servo: Gas Station
Arvo: Afternoon
S’Arvo: This afternoon
Barbie: Barbecue
Choccy Milk: Chocolate milk
Bottle-o: Liquor store
Macca’s: McDonald’s (This is the official name now!)
Thongs: Flip-flops

Part 2 – Ending

I have less than a week left in Australia, and it has been a blast! Because I have been taking year 10 classes but Patrick is in year 11, I have made friends with both grades. Overall, everyone has been really friendly. I have enjoyed talking to friends about all of the differences between Australian and American slang, culture, and politics. Through these conversations, I have also continued to notice a number of differences between here and America.

The Australians’ treatment of Aboriginals is very different from how we treat the Native Americans. Last week, we had an assembly at school for Reconciliation Week, which is an annual week dedicated to recognizing the wrongs that the Europeans committed when violently colonizing Australia, and reconciling with them. There were three Aboriginal visitors from the local tribe at the assembly, who began it with a traditional “smoke ceremony.” This involves burning native plants to ward off bad spirits. Then, we listened to a few students give speeches about their experiences with their own Aboriginal heritage. The Aboriginal guests also spoke about their experiences and shared facts about the achievement gap between Aboriginals and non-Aboriginals. Lastly, an Aboriginal musician performed music. Even outside of the assembly, I could tell that Australians are a lot more conscious of the Aboriginals than we are about Native Americans. For instance, every place where there is an Australian flag, there is an Aboriginal flag. It is a constant reminder of their original history in this country. In contrast, in the US, we rarely discuss Native Americans, even in an age when racism is a central political topic.

I have been pleasantly surprised by the public transport system (when it works, that is). Even though locals seem to be constantly complaining about it, the ability to get pretty much anywhere without a car amazes me. Patrick’s house is a one-minute walk from the train station, which means we can get to school or the city effortlessly. Even at places where the train doesn’t go, such as Glenelg Beach, we were able to take a tram or bus there. While it is convenient when it does work, twice in the last three weeks we have had an issue where the train either didn’t arrive at all (it broke down two stops before and blocked the tracks) or just didn’t stop at our station!

In terms of academics, Westminster seems much more relaxed – apparently, “unis” (universities) here don’t see students’ grades except in their senior year. There is barely any homework each night (30 mins to 1 hour). In terms of rules and discipline, however, the school is much more rigid. If teachers see a phone, even at a lunch or break time, they will immediately confiscate it for the rest of the day. The uniform rules are also very strict. You can get in trouble for not wearing the top button of your shirt! However, the school is a lot less religious than I expected, given that it is a Christian school. Most students don’t know which denomination the school is a part of, which is the Uniting Church (an Australian union between a few churches). The only sign of it being a Christian school at all is the 20-minute chapel service on Friday mornings.

About two weeks into my stay, we visited Cleland Wildlife Park. We were given a bag of food to feed the animals. The kangaroos and wallabies were very friendly. The more I fed them, the more they wanted. I was even able to pet them! We were also able to pet a koala. We also saw emus and dingoes.

Just last weekend, we visited Kangaroo Island, which is probably the most popular tourist destination in the sparsely developed South Australia. To get there, we drove an hour, and then took a one-hour ferry. We stayed in the former home of an early European settler who had lived on Kangaroo Island for 71 years!

We had stayed in Penneshaw, which is on the east end of the island, however, all of the main sights were about a two-hour drive across the island, so we did that on our only full day, Saturday. During the drive to the other side, we saw a number of animals; however, most of them were kangaroos that had sadly become roadkill.

The first place we visited was called Seal Bay, but we only saw about five sea-lions because it is winter. We then visited Admirals Arch, where we saw “heaps” of seals (as an Australian would say). There were a number of rocky areas where the seals were relaxing. The last place we visited on this side of the island was “remarkable rocks.” This was a set of amazing rock formations very close together, that were in the middle of an otherwise remarkably green area by the ocean. We even spotted a wild kangaroo while walking in the parking lot! That evening, we decided to go back to civilization and visited the only real town on the island, where we ate at an Australian pub. It was a real Aussie experience, as I had never been anywhere like it. It was a cross between a typical diner and a bar with live music.

The next day, we decided to visit a town called Victor Harbor, which is back on the mainland. I learned that this is the most popular destination for an Aussie high school tradition known as “schoolies,” where the seniors have a week-long holiday right after their last final exams to party (The drinking age in Australia is 18.) The town itself was a cute oceanside retreat that seemed fairly empty–the population triples in summer because many people have vacation homes there. We walked a short bridge to “Granite Island,” and from the top of the island we were able to see far along the coast. Although we didn’t stay there overnight, if we had we may have been able to see penguins. (Australia has them too).

I have had a great time in Australia, and I am sad to be leaving so soon! I was very nervous at first, but the experience has definitely exceeded all of my expectations. I am hoping to come back with my family at some point and visit Patrick, his mom, and all of my friends at Westminster.

For me, exchange was an interesting experience. The best parts of the experience were the language immersion and how far I was from my comfort zone. Although I am only a French II student, I still managed to participate in discussions and was able to connect with many people. It was also helpful to be forced to be more confident than I am at home. I realized that if I wanted to have a good experience and connect with people, I needed to be outgoing and confident.

The most challenging parts of exchange were dealing with things that made me uncomfortable and keeping up with the conversation. A lot of times during my exchange, I found myself in situations in which I had to be more outgoing than I usually am, where I had to push myself to be more confident. I know that if I had been my same shy self, then I would not have had such an amazing experience. Also, because of the language barrier, I had trouble understanding what people were talking about, so I had to constantly pay attention to what people were saying. To my surprise, the people at Le Salesien did not engage with me that often, such as asking me questions about myself and my country, so I had to contribute to the conversation in different ways. Despite this, I became friends with my host’s group of close friends.

I found that it was very difficult for a student exchange to make friends outside of their host’s friend group at Le Salesien because I did not have my own schedule, but luckily the friends I made were very kind and welcoming.

I found that Canada is very similar to America. I did not learn that much about the world as a whole as I have on other travel experiences, but I learned a lot about myself through this experience. I learned that I still operate well outside of my comfort zone and, even if I am a bit shy, I jump right into making meaningful connections with others. After this experience, I have been much more confident in myself and my actions.

I definitely would recommend going on exchange to others. Even though my experience was not as exciting as others who go to more exotic places, I still believe that no matter where you go, you will always learn something about yourself and you will leave as a different person.