{"id":6720,"date":"2016-11-27T04:37:32","date_gmt":"2016-11-27T09:37:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/social.rollins.edu\/wpsites\/letters\/?p=6720"},"modified":"2019-07-17T17:39:49","modified_gmt":"2019-07-17T17:39:49","slug":"thanksgiving","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/2016\/11\/27\/thanksgiving\/","title":{"rendered":"Thanksgiving"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am thankful for the world of opportunity that I&#8217;ve been given. I am thankful for the people I&#8217;ve met and the history I&#8217;ve seen. I am thankful for home, too.<\/p>\n<p>France, obviously, does not do Thanksgiving. The fact that the IAU tried was lovely &#8211; we ate strange turkey (we think?) and stuffing and green beans and mashed potatoes and drank pumpkin soup out of a straw from a cup &#8211; but the day was still a little off. We couldn&#8217;t wake up to the Thanksgiving parade. My favorite Ringing-In-The-Christmas-Season tradition, seeing Christmas commercials (we live in a consumerist society, people), didn&#8217;t flip on my internal switch for Christmas music. I haven&#8217;t listened to a single carol. Thanksgiving in the underground student lounge of an old French nunnery isn&#8217;t the first thing that pops into mind when you think of the holidays, but that&#8217;s where I was when all of America was carving new notches into their belts.<\/p>\n<p>But Thanksgiving turned into something even more special. My friend&#8217;s host family agreed to do Thanksgiving, so my housemate and I were invited over for a semi-traditional meal. It still wasn&#8217;t quite the same &#8211; the turkey was chicken, there were appetizers and baguettes and cheese, and the only talk of politics was about France&#8217;s upcoming election rather than the post-election-fiasco I can look forward to witnessing in a few weeks&#8217; time &#8211; but I was surrounded by friends who cared about me, eating a massive, somewhat familiar meal, feeling more at home in a stranger&#8217;s gated community than I have felt in a true, long while. It was a magical, unique experience and a Thanksgiving I&#8217;ll never forget.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am thankful for the world of opportunity that I&#8217;ve been given. I am thankful for the people I&#8217;ve met and the history I&#8217;ve seen. I am thankful for home, too. France, obviously, does not do Thanksgiving. The fact that the IAU tried was lovely &#8211; we ate strange turkey (we think?) and stuffing and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":463,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[46],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-france-iau-college"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/463"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6720"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15763,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6720\/revisions\/15763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.rollins.edu\/letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}