5 reasons why you should choose Sciences Po for your exchange university

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As a French Sciences Po student, I had a different experience at Sciences Po than the one you may live. However, some of the best friends I have made at Sciences Po were Exchange or International students. I believe Sciences Po is a wonderful university and place to live, mainly thanks to the people who teach, study and work there. Here are 5 reasons why you should definitively choose Sciences Po for your year abroad. Continue reading

French presidential election: what is happening?

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As a student in politics, it has been really hard for me to be away from home the year of the presidential election.

I don’t know if you’ve heard of it but France is going to choose his next president or présidente next Sunday. As I have been asked by my friends here what is really going on on the other side of the Channel, I decided to give you a summarise of the last political year in France. Continue reading

Over Halfway Through

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As the ominous thought of summative essays and examinations (i.e., they count towards my grade) weighs on my mind, I enjoy relief when remembering the last month.

Most recently, my friends Myles and Jen joined me for a wine and cheese tasting at the Durham Union Society’s private pub, “24s” (for its location at 24 North Bailey).  It was a fun evening where we learned how to “properly” enjoy wine, sampling red and white French varieties.  This particular Union social fit with my preconceived idea of what England would be like.  There was much tweed.  Everyone held their wine glasses in the same, correct way.  And, the accents sounded practiced.  Getting beyond the talk of boarding schools was aided by hearty pours and, I must say, excellent cheeses.  I can’t wait to bring wine and cheese evenings back to Boston, yet without hints of snobbery … Continue reading

And the Second Term Begins

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I am still getting used to Durham’s culture of formals.  For me a ‘formal’ had the connotation of a somewhat classier fraternity party in which you bring a date on a boozy bus to some boozy event off-campus (for example, my friend’s Auburn University Spring Formal trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras).  Much different, however, I enjoyed January’s ‘Burns Night Formal’ in college last week in which the romantic Scottish poet, Robert Burns, was honored and celebrated amid bowties and kilts.  I had my first taste of haggis; I smiled cheekily at the bag-pipping processions; and, I had a go at translating some of Burns’ poems that were read aloud in passionate Sottish dialect.  The evening finished with every non-Scot’s attempt at “dancing” the ‘ceilidh’ and my longing desire for a peaty glass of Scotch.  All in all, it was a fun, bourgie night that cast such a contrast to the formals I had known. Continue reading