My Expectations

Well, it all started about a year ago when I decided that in spring of 2012, I was going to leave the country.

I had no place in mind, no purpose. I just knew when. Spring 2012. My mother tried to persuade me that there was no rush.

"You don't have to go anywhere so soon. You'll have just as many chances to leave the country the next year, or the year after that.

What she said made sense, but was belied by a certian anxiety I felt deep within me, one that told me I had to go that soon. Anyways, I was ready for an adventure, I had a lot of money saved up, and I wanted to see the world.

So at the May Term Study Abroad fair, I looked for my affordable, adventurous, out-of-the-country trip. I saw one of my previous professors, Jeff, was heading one of the study experiences and went over to check it out.

And lo and behold, I met On the Nazi Trail.

Affordable? Check. Credit I would use? My minor is history- check. Interesting, meaningful? Check, check.

And an adventure?

You bet. Check.

-Brianne