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What is exchange?


Questo e’ una delle tante testimonianze della vita da exchange student. Allora anche io ho voluto condividerla, in memoria della mia esperienza di vita negli Stati Uniti d’America per un anno.
~ This is one of the many stories of what an exchange student’s life is like. Therefore I wanted to share it too, in remembrance of my one-year-experience in the United States of America.
 

What is exchange?
Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.
Exchange is learning to trust. Trust people, who, at first, are only names on a piece of paper, trust that they want the best for you, that they care. Trust, that you have the strength to endure a year on your own, endure a year of being apart from everything that mattered to you before. Trust that you will have friends. Trust that everything’s going to be alright. And it is seeing this trust being justified.
Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you’re here and not back home. About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all. And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.
Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you’ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band.
Exchange is uncomfortable. It’s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It’s talking to people you don’t like. It’s trying to be nice all the time. It’s bugs.. and bears. It’s cold, freezing cold. It’s homesickness, it’s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn’t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.
Exchange is great. It’s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It’s hearing your little host brother asking where his big brother is. It’s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It’s meeting people from all over the world. It’s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world. It’s getting 5 new families. One of them being a huge group of the most awesome teenagers in the world.
It’s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It’s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.
Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.
Exchange is falling in love. With this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible.
Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it.

ImmagineSilvia

Being an exchange student ~ esperienza indimenticabile


An exchange student shares his feelings:

Not so long ago, you and I were complete strangers. But little by little, we entered each others’ worlds as friends, students, teachers, and something more: classmates in the school of life.

You have now arrived upon that moment that nearly a year ago seemed not so certain. Soon you will depart our shores and return to your homes in your countries, one year older, many experiences richer, and a lifetime wiser. Be it in doubt to you or not: you are returning to your homeland a different person, enriched and invigorated by your months here in America. Indeed: you were blessed with an opportunity many of your peers were not, and we in turn were blessed also: with each and every one of you.

Our lives have changed by this meeting, and so have yours. None of this will leave this set of life experiences the same, and none of expected none should have expected to be the same, anyway. For of all those things we strive to keep unchanged, the only constant in life is that it will continue to change, evolve, and prosper in a new light every day.

I want to instill on you the importance of your experiences here in my country. You have been lucky to see with your own eyes what many back home have only gossiped and whispered about; that country of dreams and plenty, that place where our concerns are prom dresses and homecoming dances. Where apple pies and McDonald’s aren’t special treats, where Cricket is an insect (and a cellphone company), and where football is something altogether not football. But beyond that, you have witnessed the excitements and tears and mundane of a group of people you never knew existed beyond Hollywood and really bad TV shows: the Americans.

As you prepare for what we Americans call the homestretch of your time amongst us, I have some final lessons to teach you both as your friend, chaperone, teacher, and yes, fellow student.

First amongst these lessons is the following: we each have a moral imperative to change the world for the better. I cannot begin stress to you the mortal dangers we all find ourselves in because the generation of our parents, and our parents’ parents chose to change the world their better, and not for everyone’s betterment. In simpler words: you and I alone can take what we learned from one another, and use it to help the animals, peoples, and institutions around us healthier for us all. You have no option for failure, and neither do I. As a wise Muslim once said in the desert, “God has put you and these difficulties in my path. I have no choice but to solve you, and resolve the difficulties.”

The second lesson I have for you is that: you are not alone. Thousands of you came to my country in search of a year of parties and fun, and those same thousands of you are going back to your countries after a year really easy math exams (don’t lie, I know you were laughing at us in Algebra class!), and really strange eating habits (eating in the middle of the night, chocolate cereal for breakfast, and/or pizza for dinner more than once a week ring a bell?). You have a network of friends who you must keep in touch with for the rest of your life. They will be just as confused as you will be when you wake up at 6am for the school bus, only to realize there is no school bus, and that math class all of a sudden got a lot harder. Those friendships among yourselves–and among us Americans you’re leaving behind for “cool” places (I’m sorry my fellow Americans, but Karachi and Cairo are not “cool” this time of year, they’re really really hot!)–are the most important asset you have gained for both yourselves, and the beloved home countries you are returning to.

Take it from me, (we’re still on lesson two), the friendships I have made with people from South Africa, Israel, Pakistan, South Korea, India, the Arab World, and Eastern Europe throughout my life in Washington D.C. have made me a better person, and have helped me grow to appreciate each one of you. If it wasn’t for Phil Mok & Dave Kim whose families are from Korea, Thupe, South Africa’s indomitable beauty queen, and that girl on my high school bus from Ethiopia, I would not have learned to enjoy all of you as much as I have. I know that because of those friends, there have been many times in my work in politics that I was able to show people that I care and understand about their cultures, their families, and their concerns. More than once when misunderstandings have happened between Muslim, Jewish and Christian groups, my lessons from Catholic primary school, being president of a Jewish fraternity, and growing up (and remaining) a devout Muslim have helped to avoid huge problems, and helped to make new friendships. America was your chance to learn the same, and in 6-7 years when you are my age, it will be your turn to do the same: help people understand one another.

And that leads to my third lesson: be a bridge builder. We Muslims like to say that Jesus Christ once said that, this world is a bridge. But each one of us belongs to one common world as well as the world we come from: Desi World, Muslim World, Arab World, Russian-speaking world, Francophonie world, East African world, West African world, etc. So build bridges that connect our worlds. It’s as easy as a Facebook group, or even a post on a timeline teaching about another culture, language, or even religion. Before some of you got here, I never knew how cool Moldova was (even though one of my closest friends in America, Alina Goldman, is originally from there!), or how interesting Sumatran and Javanese dances were in Indonesia. You built a bridge to me, and I built a bridge to you too. Keep at that.

My fifth lesson for you is this: Americans want to help, and we might know people in your country who want to help you do great things, too. You have seen with your own eyes what America is like, and what is not. Hopefully you have learned that we have little interest in attacking Mecca, or conquering Africa; that the truth is that we wouldn’t find cricket that boring if we hadn’t already invented baseball, and that we love football too! We just call it soccer for some very strange reason. Really though, you know us. We want to be your friends, and for you to be ours. Friends look out for one another, and so I am making myself available to at least try and connect you guys to people I might know to help you do big things to develop, teach, and make your countries even greater than they already are. Just promise to pray for my country in return, so that America can keep doing good things in the world, and move away from ever doing bad things.

My final lesson to you is one from the heart: each of you has a Qadr, or destiny. Your destinies are both written and unseen: meaning you won’t know what it is until you strive to achieve it. But do not think that you somehow coming to visit my country was a fluke (accident). It was not. It had a deeper meaning, that only you can discover. Each one of you has the potential to bring world peace, rescue the dolphins of the oceans, and end world hunger. Each one of you has the ability to petition the Higher Power (i.e. pray) to give you a destiny of greatness. A great teacher, doctor, lawyer, politican, army soldier, merchant, tribal chief–whatever. Live up to your destiny, and in the process, help me find mine.

Destinies are tricky business, and are as elusive as true love (stop crying over your prom date, you haven’t true love found it yet), and as awe-inspiring as a bolt of lightening. Do not understimate yourself, and take that “can-do” attitude we Americans have back home, and solve the problems around you with the same confidence that you made friends here. And once you think you have found your destiny, pause for a moment. Reconsider. And make those castles in the sky you dreamt of while chowing down on a Big Mac in America, make them grounded on this earth by sheer will and even blunter tenacity. Never be afraid to fail, always be afraid to never have tried to begin with.

I leave with the following: if a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound? The answer is immaterial. What matters is the journey you take to get to it.

Now the foundations of your souls have been set. You are no longer a mere exchange student traversing the murky path of self-discovery. You are now adventurers from whom the world expects so much, and for whom your countrymen hearken and beckon. Go back home knowing that neither one of us has an option to fail in making a better world, and that our destinies from hereon while separate, are forever connected. When the histories are written, when the words are spoken, and when the monuments are built to what you and I endeavored to achieve on this earth, there will be one truth that I hope we all will be held into account for: that these months for which we have each other are the moments in which we all decided: we have chosen to better understand each another for a better world.

Exchange students of 2012, you are dismissed.

Silvia,

me too exchange student in the U.S.A.

“Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the Claim.” – Mark Twain


The Lowest Animal

By: Mark Twain.

I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the lower animals (so-called), and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me. For it obliges me to renounce my allegiance to the Darwinian theory of the Ascent of Man from the Lower Animals; since it now seems plain to me that the theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one, this new and truer one to be named theDescent of Man from the Higher Animals.

In proceeding toward this unpleasant conclusion I have not guessed or speculated or conjectured, but have used what is commonly called the scientific method. That is tosay, I have subjected every postulate that presented itself to the crucial test of actual experiment, and have adopted it or rejected it according to the result. Thus I verified and established each step of my course in its turn before advancing to the next. These experiments were made in the London Zoological Gardens, and covered many months of painstaking and fatiguing work.
Before particularizing any of the experiments, I wish to state one or two things, which seem to more properly belong in this place than further along. This, in the interest of clearness. The massed experiments established to my satisfaction certain generalizations, to wit:

  1. That the human race is of one distinct species. It exhibits slight variations (in color, stature, mental caliber, and so on) due to climate, environment, and so forth; but it is a species by itself, and not to be confounded with any other.
  2. That the quadrupeds are a distinct family, also. This family exhibits variations (in color, size, food preferences, and so on; but it is a family by itself).
  3. That the other families (the birds, the fishes, the insects, the reptiles, etc.) are more or less distinct, also. They are in the procession. They are links in the chain, which stretches down from the higher animals to man at the bottom.

Some of my experiments were quite curious. In the course of my reading I had come across a case where, many years ago, some hunters on our Great Plains organized a buffalo hunt for the entertainment of an English earl. They had charming sport. They killed seventy-two of those great animals; and ate part of one of them and left the seventy-one to rot. In order to determine the difference between an anaconda and an earl (if any) I caused seven young calves to be turned into the anaconda’s cage. The grateful reptile immediately crushed one of them and swallowed it, then lay back satisfied. It showed no further interest in the calves, and no disposition to harm them. I tried this experiment with other anacondas; always with the same result. The fact stood proven that the difference between an earl and an anaconda is that the earl is cruel and the anaconda isn’t; and that the earl wantonly destroys what he has no use for, but the anaconda doesn’t. This seemed to suggest that the anaconda was not descended from the earl. It also seemed to suggest that the earl was descended from the anaconda, and had lost a good deal in the transition.

I was aware that many men who have accumulated more millions of money than they can ever use have shown a rabid hunger for more, and have not scrupled to cheat the ignorant and the helpless out of their poor servings in order to partially appease that appetite. I furnished a hundred different kinds of wild and tame animals the opportunity to accumulate vast stores of food, but none of them would do it. The squirrels and bees and certain birds made accumulations, but stopped when they had gathered a winter s supply, and could not be persuaded to add to it either honestly or by chicane. In order to bolster up a tottering reputation the ant pretended to store up supplies, but I was not deceived. I know the ant. These experiments convinced me that there is this difference between man and the higher animals: he is avaricious and miserly; they are not.

In the course of my experiments I convinced myself that among the animals man is the only one that harbors insults and injuries, broods over them, waits till a chance offers, then takes revenge. The passion of revenge is unknown to the higher animals.

Roosters keep harems, but it is by consent of their concubines; therefore no wrong is done. Men keep harems but it is by brute force, privileged by atrocious laws, which the other sex was allowed no hand in making. In this matter man occupies a far lower place than the rooster.

Cats are loose in their morals, but not consciously so. Man, in his descent from the cat, has brought the cats looseness with him but has left the unconsciousness behind (the saving grace which excuses the cat). The cat is innocent, man is not.
Indecency, vulgarity, obscenity (these are strictly confined to man); he invented them. Among the higher animals there is no trace of them. They hide nothing; they are not ashamed. Man, with his soiled mind, covers himself. He will not even enter a drawing room with his breast and back naked, so alive are he and his mates to indecent suggestion. Man is The Animal that Laughs. But so does the monkey, as Mr. Darwin pointed out; and so does the Australian bird that is called the laughing jackass. No! Man is the Animal that Blushes. He is the only one that does it or has occasion to.

At the head of this article we see how three monks were burnt to death a few days ago, and a prior put to death with atrocious cruelty. Do we inquire into the details? No; or we should find out that the prior was subjected to unprintable mutilations. Man (when he is a North American Indian) gouges out his prisoners eyes; when he is King John, with a nephew to render untroublesome, he uses a red-hot iron; when he is a religious zealot dealing with heretics in the Middle Ages, he skins his captive alive and scatters salt on his back; in the first Richards time he shuts up a multitude of Jew families in a tower and sets fire to it; in Columbus’s time he captures a family of Spanish Jews and (but that is not printable; in our day in England a man is fined ten shillings for beating his mother nearly to death with a chair, and another man is fined forty shillings for having four pheasant eggs in his possession without being able to satisfactorily explain how he got them). Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it. It is a trait that is not known to the higher animals. The cat plays with the frightened mouse; but she has this excuse, that she does not know that the mouse is suffering. The cat is moderate (inhumanly moderate: she only scares the mouse, she does not hurt it; she doesn’t dig out its eyes, or tear off its skin, or drive splinters under its nails) man-fashion; when she is done playing with it she makes a sudden meal of it and puts it out of its trouble. Man is the Cruel Animal. He is alone in that distinction.

The higher animals engage in individual fights, but never in organized masses. Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and with calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out, as the Hessians did in our Revolution, and as the boyish Prince Napoleon did in the Zulu war, and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel.

Man is the only animal that robs his helpless fellow of his country takes possession of it and drives him out of it or destroys him. Man has done this in all the ages. There is not an acre of ground on the globe that is in possession of its rightful owner, or that has not been taken away from owner after owner, cycle after cycle, by force and bloodshed.

Man is the only Slave. And he is the only animal who enslaves. He has always been a slave in one form or another, and has always held other slaves in bondage under him in one way or another. In our day he is always some mans slave for wages, and does that mans work; and this slave has other slaves under him for minor wages, and they do his work. The higher animals are the only ones who exclusively do their own work and provide their own living.

Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy expense to grab slices of other peoples countries, and keepthem from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between campaigns, he washes the blood off his hands and works for the universal brotherhood of man, with his mouth.

Man is the Religious Animal. He is the only Religious Animal. He is the only animal that has the True Religion, several of them. He is the only animal that loves his neighbor as himself, and cuts his throat if his theology isn’t straight. He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best to smooth his brother’s path to happiness and heaven. He was at it in the time of the Caesars, he was at it in Mahomet’s time, he was at it in the time of the Inquisition, he was at it in France a couple of centuries, he was at it in England in Mary’s day, he has been at it ever since he first saw the light, he is at it today in Crete (as per the telegrams quoted above) he will be at it somewhere else tomorrow. The higher animals have no religion. And we are told that they are going to be left out, in the Hereafter. I wonder why? It seems questionable taste.

Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal. Note his history, as sketched above. It seems plain to me that whatever he is he is not a reasoning animal. His record is the fantastic record of a maniac. I consider that the strongest count against his intelligence is the fact that with that record back of him he blandly sets himself up as the head animal of the lot: whereas by his own standards he is the bottom one.

In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which the other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another hour I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately.

Next, in another cage I confined an Irish Catholic from Tipperary, and as soon as he seemed tame I added a Scotch Presbyterian from Aberdeen. Next a Turk from Constantinople; a Greek Christian from Crete; an Armenian; aMethodist from the wilds of Arkansas; a Buddhist from China; a Brahman from Benares. Finally, a Salvation Army Colonel from Wapping. Then I stayed away two whole days. When I came back to note results, the cage of Higher Animals was all right, but in the other there was but a chaos of gory odds and ends of turbans and fezzes and plaids and bones and flesh not a specimen left alive. These Reasoning Animals had disagreed on a theological detail and carried the matter to a Higher Court.

One is obliged to concede that in true loftiness of character, Man cannot claim to approach even the meanest of the Higher Animals. It is plain that he is constitutionally incapable of approaching that altitude; that he is constitutionally afflicted with a Defect, which must make such approach forever impossible, forit is manifest that this defect is permanent in him, indestructible, ineradicable.
I find this Defect to be the Moral Sense. He is the only animal that has it. It is the secret of his degradation. It is the quality, which enables him to do wrong. It has no other office. It is in capable of performing any other function. It could never hate been intended to perform any other. Without it, man could do no wrong. He would rise at once to the level of the Higher Animals.

Since the Moral Sense has but the one office, the one capacity (to enable man to do wrong) it is plainly without value to him. It is as valueless to him as is disease. In fact, it manifestly is a disease. Rabies is bad, but it is not so bad as this disease. Rabies enables a man to do a thing, which he could not do when in a healthy state: kill his neighbor with a poisonous bite. NC) one is the better man for having rabies: The Moral Sense enables a man to do wrong. It enables him to do wrong in a thousand ways. Rabies is an innocent disease, compared to the Moral Sense. No one, then, can be the better man for having the Moral Sense. What now, do we find the Primal Curse to have been? Plainly what it was in the beginning: the infliction upon man of the Moral Sense; the ability to distinguish good from evil; and with it, necessarily, the ability todo evil; for there can be no evil act without the presence of consciousness of it in the doer of it.

And so I find that we have descended and degenerated, from some far ancestor (some microscopic atom wandering at its pleasure between the mighty horizons of a drop of water perchance) insect by insect, animal by animal, reptile by reptile, down the long highway of smirch less innocence, till we have reached the bottom stage of development (namable as the Human Being). Below us, nothing.