Jacqueline Bengtson Participates in Intensive Arabic Language Study Program in Jordan (June-August, 2019) Blog 1

Throughout my two months abroad in Jordan, I lived with a homestay family for the entirety of my experience. When I first arrived in the country, I came as Jacqueline Bengtson, and I left feeling as though I was a true member of the family, as if I were Jacqueline Jawdat Abukar. My immense extended homestay family welcomed me into their lives with so much grace. Everyday my family treated me as if I were their daughter, sister, cousin, granddaughter or niece.

My Arabic skills and confidence in speaking grew immensely by using the language constantly with my family and friends. My family members would graciously help me with any of my assignments or questions. I took each speaking opportunity as a way to learn more; I would write down new words and phrases that I would learn in conversations to study and practice later.

                     My homestay family

By living and learning from my family, not only did my Arabic get better but I grew a greater understanding and appreciation for the Arab culture. My homestay mother would make me delicious traditional meals and my family took me multiple times to a large park where hundreds of families would congregate to cook food and eat a traditional barbeque. I was a guest at two very traditional weddings with traditional food, music and attire. I was humbled by my homestay grandmother’s kindness and generosity as every Friday she would take me to the mosque to pray in a hijab and prayer dress. I learned and memorized chapters from the Quran to utter during prayer and I also learned how to pray in a service.

My homestay family and I at one of the two weddings I attended

Every night my extended family would congregate on the patio of our apartment and drink tea and share the stories of our day. I was treated just the same while being pulled away at times by my little brother and sisters to play. I cherish each experience I had with my family and hold them deep in my heart in hopes that I will be able to embrace each of them again someday.

 

Elijah Borum Participates in DCI Tour with Crossmen Drum and Bugle Corps (May-August 2019) Blog 2

Blog 2: Growing as a musician; a reflection upon rehearsal practices

The only way to get better is to practice. There are very few musicians who would disagree with you. Performers put in hundreds of hours of rehearsal and individual practice into incredible productions like those one would see on Broadway or in an arena, and so do the performers who play to the smallest clubs and bars imaginable. Though they all rehearse, the question arises; what are the best rehearsal practices?

While performing with the Crossmen Drum and Bugle Corps this summer, I paid very close attention to the way our rehearsals were run and then compared those practices with the results and general morale of the ensemble. The best way to describe the optimal rehearsal is relaxed but structured and goal oriented. With blocks of rehearsal occasionally going as long as 4 hours, the time must also be engaging the entire time. Both the director of the rehearsal, the other staff members involved, and the students have to present a high level of energy in order to keep rehearsal from being wasted or unproductive. The results of this positive rehearsal culture were on par with the work put in, as the group was a top 12 drum corps and a highly competitive percussion ensemble. The rehearsal practices proved effective.

While the sheer amount of rehearsal is very difficult to replicate outside of drum corps, the rehearsal practices are very applicable to every day musicians, as well as members of any sort of rehearsed-ensemble. If the rehearsal has set goals and high energy, it is bound to be productive. This sort of productivity can only improve the quality of art and performance seen in the world regularly. Structure, positive energy, and commitment to excellence are the keys.

 

Elijah Borum Participates in DCI Tour with Crossmen Drum and Bugle Corps (May-August 2019) Blog 1

Blog 1: Growing as a Leader; A Reflection on My 2019 Drum Corps Season

To take care of others in the hardest parts of their lives can be overwhelming. You are the person people come to with issues ranging from minor need for a door to be opened to a raging sorrow caused by a fellow teammate. And when things go horribly wrong, you have to look past your own needs and emotions, and make sure that the team can continue moving forward. I think I was the last person to recover.

During my summer with Crossmen Drum & Bugle Corps, I acted as co-section leader with another member of the Front Ensemble, part of the larger percussion ensemble. Every day, for 85 days, I was tasked to make sure there was minimal blips in the radar, in terms of both musicianship and social behavior. I put out fires of all sizes while still having to do my non-leadership responsibilities in the highest capacities.

I learned that with such a high-functioning group that the easiest way to solve the unavoidable internal struggles was to truly just talk it out, peer to peer, member to member. I found it much more valuable to act as a guide than a manager.

This attitude, while not always easy to uphold, is what made the biggest struggles of the summer an overall massive success. There is not enough weight that can be put upon the importance of positive energy and selflessness when trying to be a leader. When you think about others, you will always do the right thing.

 

Katherine Matthews Attends Poggio Civitate Field School 2019 in Italy (June 23-August 6) Blog 3

Blog 3: Return

As stressful as it always is traveling from Vescovado di Murlo to Rome for my flight home, I end up enjoying the opportunity to sit and wait an hour for my connecting train. I am traveling alone so while I have one eye on all my bags, I am also watching the local Italians sit at the platform across from me. As an Anthropology major who spent her entire summer working with Classicists and talking about Italian history, I love spending the last few days here studying the Italian culture of today. I have picked up a little Italian during my stay but I have yet to become anywhere close to fluent. There are several couples sitting with me and I am reminded of the difference between the United States and Italy regarding public displays of affection.

Leaving the Roma Airport

I already miss being on site, covered in dirt and sweat, discovering artifacts, and recording them. I loved the work I did this summer and I loved being able to teach others about it. I have already told the site director that I plan on returning next summer and that I am excited to catch up with them at archaeological conferences throughout the year. We plan on talking about my future graduate school plans and how to best prepare myself for the application process. I am confident that my summer at the Poggio Civitate Archaeological site working as a trenchmaster will look fantastic on my resume and that it will exponentially raise my chances of getting into a fantastic graduate program.

 

Katherine Matthews Attends Poggio Civitate Field School 2019 in Italy (June 23-August 6) Blog 2

Blog 2: During

This summer is proving to be quite the challenge, but I’ve been thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. My experience here has only proven to me that I belong in Academia, teaching other college-level students. My nerves are sure to be shot due to the fact that I have never been in a staff position on an archaeological dig where I am given my own area of excavation to run completely on my own. I have been spending my days working on site, throwing a pick pass into the ground and sifting through artifacts from 7am to 3pm. After working on-site, I head to the lab with the other staff members to drop off my finds from the day which typically include pottery and bone.

Working in the Field

At the end of the day, we have paperwork and documentation from the day’s work to catch up on. I have been given a trenchbook to write my daily finds in which has to be a direct narrative of what happens in my trench every day. I’ve learned so far how best to instruct first year students on how to recognize specific artifacts on site. I have already learned so much about documentation and teaching and I am excited to see what the rest of the season will look like.

Katherine Matthews Attends Poggio Civitate Field School 2019 in Italy (June 23-August 6) Blog 1

Blog 1: Pre-Departure

This summer will be my third time attending the Poggio Civitate Archaeological Field School. This year, I will be a trenchmaster and I will be given a trench to excavate using the skills I learned last summer as a trenchmaster in training. This summer I will have the opportunity to lead first year students in on site excavation techniques and Etruscan history. I will be able to run my own area of excavation and at the end of the season, I will have a trenchbook with my name on it. This means that which contains evidence that I know how to run my own area of excavation, that I know how to properly document events and artifacts on site and in the lab.

Arriving

I’m both excited and nervous for this summer. I am excited to return to a dig that I am familiar with where I am prepared to become a full staff member and teach first years about Etruscans. I am nervous because I have never been in a staff position where the people I am training are the same age and career level as I am. While there are a few incoming freshman and a few sophomores, most of the first year students will be rising seniors like me or will have just graduated from college. Despite my nerves, I am more than excited to return to Poggio Civitate and continue my archaeological training.

Isabella Braga Attends Yale University’s Sherwin B. Nuland Summer Institute in Bioethics (June 10-July 27, 2019) Blog 2

My recent departure from New Haven has left me reeling with newfound knowledge, possibility, and ambition. Although I could write a hundred pages about my experience, I think it is prudent to discuss three specific events that underscore the pragmatic value of Yale’s Summer Institute in Bioethics. In my last blog, I discussed the structure of the program and the substance of my personal interactions. In this blog, I will discuss our two major fieldtrips, and the final poster presentations.

Our first field trip was to the Hastings Center. This is a gorgeous and reputable facility near Westpoint on the Hudson River which hosts scholars’ research, and publishes interdisciplinary bioethical research and review papers. We had the honor of attending multiple presentations by current scholars, and discussed with them topics ranging from the anti-vaccine movement to the medical cost of an aging prison population. For me, this was personally significant insofar as it opened a window for a possible gap year endeavor. After her presentation, I spoke to a current researcher about my Rollins thesis on advanced directives for euthanasia, and she invited me to apply for a research position.

My Neuroethics class also had the privilege of touring the Cushing Center in the Yale Medical Library. This is a museum of sorts memorializing the work of pioneer neurosurgeon Harvey Cushing. There is a fascinating and humorous story behind the museum’s creation. Allegedly, Cushing stored his hundreds of samples (literal brains in jars) in a basement of a building that would become the Yale medical students’ dormitories. Curious medical students discovered the brains, but as a result (and to preserve the samples), the basement was locked. Not to be deterred so easily, the students made pilgrimages through vents to view the brains, and it became so popular that Yale finally decided to put the brains on display, along with a large glass exhibit praising the life of Cushing himself. Some of the brains have since been used in experimentation. What made this visit significant to me is that it raised two major ethical concerns in and of itself: (1) Is it right to use and display brains without the consent of the owners? (Facets of this issue: the moral significance of brains versus other body parts, the lack of consent laws when they were acquired, and postmortem harm/potential harm to living family members.) (2) Should we praise the work of this man, as well as his life story, without acknowledging his racism/ableism and the harms he brought on diminished communities? (Facets of this issue: context, institutional racism, and continued harms to victims.) I still grapple with how I would address these concerns.

Finally, and most significantly, I had the privilege of presenting a poster of my research before the Yale Medical School as well as the esteemed speakers and professors of the Bioethics Institute. My research focused on bimaternal parenthood. For background, in late 2018, researchers were able to combine (in mice) a genetically-engineered female-derived embryonic stem cell with an egg, to produce viable, fertile offspring from two mothers. However, bipaternalism is currently unachievable. In my paper, I argue for continued research in bimaternalism and bipaternalism, with the ultimate goal of human implementation. I substantiate this with a Rawlsian analysis of societal equity, justice, and the four principles of bioethics.

I can say without embellishment or self-absorption that my presentation was successful. During and afterward, I was able to establish connections that will aid in the continued development of my paper. In turn, I plan to finetune it for real publication.

Thank you for aiding me in this journey. It was transformative in more ways than I could possibly describe in two blogs. For the SHIP team, I have only the deepest gratitude and appreciation.

 

Isabella Braga Attends Yale University’s Sherwin B. Nuland Summer Institute in Bioethics (June 10-July 27, 2019) Blog 1

My experience at the Yale Bioethics Summer Institute has been nothing short of extraordinary. I’ve had the pleasure of making friends with a cohort of brilliant peers, the privilege of studying beneath world-renowned professors, and the honor of presenting research before an esteemed panel of evaluators.

Before arriving at the Yale Bioethics program, I anticipated walking into a lion’s den of cutthroat geniuses, who would see me as the naïve kid from a little Florida college. This couldn’t have been farther from the truth. The director of the institute – the celebrated bioethicist Stephen Latham, best known recently for his ethical work on postmortem brain revival experimentation – is a warm man passionate about his work and in no shortage of good humor. The woman running the program, Lori Bruce, has the longest CV I’ve ever seen but also one the kindest hearts of anyone I’ve ever met. They and their program management team go to great lengths to fulfill students’ intellectual, emotional, and professional needs. Any concerns are addressed swiftly and professionally, with attention to cultural differences and disabilities of all classifications.

The first week of this program was labeled “Foundations,” and was more of the traditional conference format. Foundations in Bioethics is a gathering that draws professionals from around the globe – with some looking for bioethical supplementation to their professions, and others who are professional bioethicists or students of bioethics looking to meet with colleagues (like a ComicCon for bioethics nerds). What I loved about Foundations was that it didn’t assume we knew about science or philosophy, and before each topic was discussed (by the leading stars of the relevant disciplines), there would be a lecture overviewing pertinent information necessary to a layman’s understanding of the bioethical principle. Although I am versed in both philosophy and science, my peers ranged from neuroscientists to philosophers to creative writing students specializing in bioethics genres; these clarificatory lectures elevated discussions insofar as there did not need to be wasted time on baseline questions.

After Foundations, most of the attendants left, leaving about sixty participants for the remaining six weeks. Our instructors urged us to become close. We, they said, were each other’s main resources – the bioethics community is a small one, and we would almost definitely encounter our peers again throughout our lives. My professors shared anecdotes about their writing papers with other bioethicists (over the internet), and then meeting them again years later and re-introducing themselves, only to realize they had once published books together.

Every morning, we have a general lecture. Then, we have lunch (one or two hours, depending on the length of the lecture). Finally, we have two two-hour classes a day, from one to five. We often have night activities, where we attend speakers, watch bioethics movies, or meet with professors to receive critiques on our work. Every night, we have about fifty pages of reading minimum, sometimes up to one hundred pages; and every week, we have to write on discussion boards about that week’s topic in each class. Classes are taught twice a week for three weeks (as we have Monday and Wednesday classes, then Tuesday and Thursday classes), for a total of six classes (twelve hours) in each discipline; then we switch to a different schedule with a different set of four classes. Fridays are pure lecture, with some events, including field trips. (I will expand in my next post 😊 )

I’ve had the privilege of taking the following courses: Bioethics and the Law, Genetics and Bioethics, Neuroethics, Disability and Bioethics, Cultural and Contextual Bias, Global Health Ethics, Aliens Among Us (Space and Tech Ethics), and Animal Ethics.

I have loved every moment. More than anything, this experience affirms that this is my community, and that this is what I’m meant to pursue professionally.

 

Mary Martin Armstrong Conducts Summer Internship on Travel Writing in Italy 2019 Blog 2

Blog 2: My Summer Romeing Around the Eternal City

I was drawn to Italy for its rich history and culture, for its food and its wine, but also for an internship at a publication called Romeing. Romeing is a magazine for English-speaking travelers and expats which offers a local’s perspective on lifestyle and travel in the eternal city. As an editorial intern, it was my job to construct various travel guides and articles on local events. Initially, I felt extremely under-qualified. My first assignment was a first-timers guide to Rome, incidentally from a first-timer.

My supervisors only used the office for important meetings, so my internship was mostly remote. Of course there were no Starbucks or Panera’s in my neighborhood, but I noticed a lot of creative-looking types with laptops working at Baylon Cafe, right around the corner from my Trastevere apartment. I did my research on coffee in Italy and what would and wouldn’t make me stand out as an ignorant tourist. I ordered a cafe shakerato, a cold expresso drink, shaken with ice and strained, and decided that Baylon would be my office and this would be my drink. I sat in the same spot every day for two months. The waiters drew chocolate hearts in my drink and trained the new staff to know my order before I even sat down. I knew it would break my heart to leave them at the end of the summer.

A week or so into my internship, my supervisors sent me off to report on my first events: two new modern art exhibitions at Palazzo delle Esposizioni. This is when I realized that my art knowledge was not quite where it should be. Then I received the press releases and realized that my Italian was not quite where it should be either. Still, after a lot of research and a lot of Google Translate, I headed towards the expositions, press pass in hand. Two days later, I surprised myself and submitted two of my favorite pieces from the summer. I also reported on Plessi a Caracalla, an immersive exhibition inside the newly-revitalized underground sector of the Baths of Caracalla. The hallways were divided by shelves of ancient artifacts, and in one long passage way stood twelve fluid video installations which artist Fabrizo Plessi created to convey truths about the bath’s complex history.

I was also given the privilege of attending a press release dinner at Cresci, a new restaurant near the Vatican. I brought Sunny, one of my roommates, and we were seated at the end of a long table with the local media, none of whom spoke any English. I felt a little out of place at first, but I was soon distracted by dish after dish of mouthwatering cicchetti, small plates which function similar to tapas. Cresci’s menu offers creative twists on home-style Italian cooking, and I felt like I got a crash-course on Roman staples, from anchovies to suplí, balls of deep-fried rice with tomato sauce and mozzarella. I decided I could spend the rest of my life living off of the eggplant, smoked prosciutto, and buffalo mozzarella pizza. A week later I submitted my very first restaurant review.

I was incredibly humbled that my supervisors entrusted me with these narratives of food, art, and culture. Eventually, I began to feel less that I was out of place and more that I was right where I should be. My experience with Romeing quickly confirmed my career ambitions. The longer I stayed in Rome, the more dynamic it became, as did my abilities as a traveler and a writer.

 

Mary Martin Armstrong Conducts Summer Internship on Travel Writing in Italy 2019 Blog 1

Blog 1: All Alone in Orvieto

One Friday in late June, my friends were out of town and I found myself all alone in our tiny Trastevere apartment. This happened to be the one weekend of the summer that I, type A as I am, had not filled with a full agenda of travel plans or excursions, and I was feeling a little stir-crazy. A few weeks prior, I took a trip to the Umbria region of Italy and fell madly in love with the hill town of Assisi, the birthplace of St. Francis. The cobblestone streets, the artisan shops, the Grechetto grape Chardonnay: Assisi was so rich yet remained so simple. We passed a few tour groups, even a couple of tourist traps, but not even these took away from the authentic small town feel. Nighttime in Assisi was quiet and eery: history felt like a physical presence lurking around every corner. I wanted to see more of these hill towns. I was fascinated by their medieval architecture, kind inhabitants, and surrounding countryside. Of course, I also knew they were not all one and the same. After a little internet research I decided to embark on my first solo-travel experience to Orvieto—partly because there was a direct train ride from Rome, and this seemed fairly practical. I scrolled through Airbnb and found an affordable apartment with a modern interior in an old town neighborhood. A lot of these hill towns have the old town up on the hill, and the new one down at the bottom where younger generations enjoy modern conveniences.

I arrived in Orvieto at 10:30am the next morning. I took the funicular, which functions similar to a ski-lift, up to the top of the hill and then a bus to the town center. I was greeted by the Duomo di Orvieto with its colorful exterior and intricate rose window. After walking through the church, I was drawn to a pretty little vine-draped side street. I browsed through handprinted pottery shops and picked up a few gifts for family and friends before taking part in an accidental wine-tasting across the street. Then I happened upon Il Mago di Oz. Whimsical and over-cramped, somehow this tiny shop managed to transport me right back into the fairytales of my childhood. In the midst of all the vintage toys and collectibles was a surprisingly large collection of Tiffany lamps. The owner was quiet and kind. He spoke no English yet boasts an entire wall of personal photographs with iconic celebrities like Sarah Jessica Parker.

At this point I was starving, but coffee shops with workspaces were sparse. Finally I saw a picture of a moderately-appetizing sandwich outside an art gallery and wandered inside. I found the artist sitting with his sketchbook. A one man show, he nervously seated me and asked what I wanted. I soon learned that there was no such thing as a menu here and the image outside was only a stock photo. I guiltily broke the unspoken no cappuccino past 11am rule and then indulged in the best sandwich of my life with tomatoes, pork, and cheese spilling out of a brioche bun with a small salad of olives and strawberries. Every twenty minutes or so, he brought out a small cookie or piece of fruit for me. I noticed a few customers asking about his art and eventually I worked up the courage to ask as well. He explained the different sculpting techniques he used and then showed me pieces that his grandfather, also a sculpture in Orvieto, had made almost a century prior. Through these small interactions, I learned so much about people, including myself. If I hadn’t traveled alone, I would not have had the same priorities or experiences that gave this trip meaning.