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Have you ever been driven towards a crazy goal, worked towards it, and proceeded to feel great about yourself and the things you do? Hi, I'm Andrew, and this is my story (brought to you by Butler University).

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Economy

With the recent problems in Europe boiling over an election that have drew the socialist party into power in France for the first time since the 1980′s. I find myself half-afraid and half-intrigued. In America, the idea of having a socialist party legitimate enough to gain power is laughable.

One of my most shocking experiences abroad occurred in Vienna. I visited Austria after my classes had ended and before my flight home. While I visited, the Austrian Labor Day occurred, and to celebrate all of the Socialists in the surrounding regions paraded through the city. This was a huge event for me. I could never imagine something like this occurring in Indianapolis, for example. At the very least, I can’t envision itbeing without incident.

Socialist Party Colors

This granted me a bit of perspective. Although I’m still in the process of discerning my own political affiliations, I can appreciate what we do have here in America. Call me sentimental, but I like the idea of a man pulling himself by his boot straps, working hard and being rewarded in the end. I can’t bring myself to support a system which levels all people. Not that I want to make this post a political statement–my point is moderation is great, and I believe America works very hard between its two parties to achieve this.

But it all raises the question of how should a country deal with fiscal problems? Is it a matter of spending more to heal an economy, or should the spending of a government be restricted to its means? I sometimes fear that the standard of living in our country is a house built on the sand of trillions of dollars of debt, waiting for a storm to sweep us away.

What I urge my readers is to inform themselves. Nothing is more harmful to a political or economic crisis than ignorance and a population willing to believe anything it hears. I’m trying to work through this. I’ll be the first to admit that it’s quite difficult. Good thing I have a place to turn to.

Fun With Words

What is it to study abroad for a semester? My good friend Marcello summed it up as “fun with words.” I agree completely.

Let’s unpack this. Words are not considered fun by many people. They can be clumsy, large, difficult to remember, and ultimately unfit to express what one feels or thinks. This is the view of someone who has never truly experienced F.W.W. Language becomes burdensome, associated with school and grammar lessons with a stringent Ms. Wormwood (or some such curmudgeon).

Here’s how I’ll explain my experience: when I decided to take a semester off from my English major to study Italian my reasoning was that I would be taking a break from the routine. Which I did. What I didn’t expect was how it would circle back to my love of letters.

In learning a language I inevitably reflected on my own. The language to which I had become so habituated through (ironically) my studies in literature and writing came alive to me in a new light. Looking at my own abilities in the language, I note a few places lacking: primarily my vocabulary. To amend this, I will commence a study of GRE vocabulary (a two-birds-with-one-stone sort of deal) and also utilize freerice.com, a website with a good use and good cause.

The next time you are trying to express yourself, take a moment to appreciate the miracle of language and what it accomplishes for us. In this way, it may be a bit harder to misuse this tool. In the words of Edward Bulwer-Lytton, the pen is mightier than the sword. YouTube Preview Image

Flyin’ Thru Lightnin’

I should have known that my luck was too good when I got onto my flight from Roma Fiumincino Airport to Toronto to find a half empty airplane. I had to seats next to a window. I was living the life: I took a nap, read a note that I had written to myself at the beginning of the semester, and watched “Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy.” That last one comes highly recommended.

My luck failed me on the second flight to Chicago’s O’Hare Airport. The plane was twice as small and packed to the water closets. It was here that I received a forceful reminder of the American norm. I was surrounded by business men who spent the majority of their time on their Blackberry’s, loud voiced and all just a bit overweight. I’d say culture shock, but it felt more like culture punch.

Sleeping through much of the flight, I caught bits of ominous announcements concerning “weather” and “delay.” Maybe I had hoped it was a dream, or part of my worsening sickness (when I wasn’t coughing I was blowing my nose into used tissues), but I figured I must have heard them wrong. Until we landed.

“Welcome to the Indianapolis Airport.”

Muttering multi-lingual curses I strained my ears to discern the problem. Storm. Hail. Redirecting. What had been planned as a two-hour flight was deteriorating into a four, maybe five hour flight.

The situation was redeemed when, during the return flight, we flew through a lightning storm. As odd as that sounds, I had been hoping for a lightning storm for four months and this was more than I could have asked for. Staring transfixed at the searing, undulating flares of light I remembered that there was some beautiful aspects to this land. The fact that this may turn into a fitting “silver lining” metaphor does not bother me one bit. YouTube Preview Image

Fontana di Trevi: Tradition

I’ve done it once before and I continued the tradition today, on my last full day in Italy. Going to the Trevi Fountain, I took a coin and facing away from the fountain threw it over my shoulder.

As tradition goes, this should ensure that I will come back to Rome. A necessary precaution to take. I did it when I was 12 years old and visited Italy for the first time, and I will do what I can to make it work again.

No photo record exists, thanks to me deceased camera.

I spent the final day here walking around, getting lost a little, and soaking in the Roman atmosphere. Gelato, cobblestone streets, tourists, pizzerias, churches, ruins, and more gelato. I leave this country contented with where I am, what I’ve done, and in what direction it has pointed me.

Ciao, Italia, ci vediamo fra poco.

Camera: Private Eye

The following interview occurred after the self-inflicted breakage of Andrew Erlandson’s camera on May 2, 2012. Investigators are looking to uncover anything the camera might know about a plot to ruin the end of Andrew’s trip.

One of the last photos taken at the Pantheon.

C: I honestly…I just can’t take it anymore. The pressure to do well is so great, if I just mess up a little–just a little blur!–my pictures are deleted or I’m thrown back into the pocket. Well do you want flash? Do you not? If it doesn’t work for either, why do you keep

trying?!?!…I’m sorry, this is coming from a place of insecurity. Walking around the streets of Rome, I see so many newer models, lenses five times my size. It’s…it’s intimidating.

Focus? Why do you want me to focus?! I’m not even taking a pic–oh. Right. Hehe, sorry ’bout that. Okay, so back to the question. Why? Why did I shut myself down? Why not.

I was a hand me down. I’m old, I’m tired of being dropped and covered in lint and throw into the backpack with the socks. And I’m tired of carrying all of these photos. I’ve seen cobblestone streets, castles, more churches than I can count on my buttons and I’m sick of it. I’m so sick of it I could flash somebody…no, I didn’t expect you to laugh.

The truth is Andrew’s never had a camera before.  He leans on me too much. Am I supposed to be his external memory? Why can’t he remember things on his own? And I know that even though I’m broken, he’s still going to be using me after he returns to the States to show off everything that he accomplished, all the places he went.

So I’m throwing in the towel. I don’t want to be a part of his twisted little game. If he wants to remember his journey, he can go ahead and jot them down in his diary. Excuse me, journal–I know he takes offense. He can go ahead and–wait. Stop, what are you doing?! NO!! NOT MY SD CARD– [End Interview].

Attempts at exposing the truth were unsuccessful. A more complete report will be developed in the future which will hopefully give us a clearer picture of the problem.

Journalism and Our Future

There exists a great fear and frustration in the journalism industry that the youth of today aren’t as engaged in news as past generations. Microsoft researcher and youth-culture expert Danah Boyd said, “General news is not relevant to young people because they don’t have context. It’s a lot of abstract storytelling and arguing among adults that makes no sense. So most young people end up consuming celebrity news.” I would add that sports news is another place to which youth turn.

Why is this a problem? For the news organizations it’s obviously a problem because it threatens their earnings, but the issue is more profound than that. In the United States, there’s a lack of connection to the world. Only upon leaving the country have I come to realize this. With a media and entertainment culture as powerful as ours, it isn’t a natural inclination to go out into the world searching to learn about other cultures. Why would you when the entire world seems to be turned towards us? Whatever the cause, it’s from here that stems the negative stereotypes of Americans, such as being bad at geography. Coming to Europe, every country seems more connected. Not by choice, but by the mere fact that they are close in proximity.

It’s one thing to acknowledge the problem, it’s another to fix it. While reading an Italian newspaper, I came across an article about the newspaper “Corriere Della Sera” and its efforts to put content online. This is not a feat in itself. The fact that the content was going straight to Facebook, one of the most influential tools today in regards to young people, was unique.

I find myself able to enter into international news more easily because I have met people from all around the world, turning abstractions and concepts into faces and personalities. This clearly is not an option for everyone, but it is proof that young people can enter into a relationship with news if they find a way to make it relevant. A number of American newspapers including The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal are already a part of this trend, and with any luck will catch the eyes of my generation and banish international/Youtube embarrassments in the future. Unfortunately, there are no guarantees.

Ways to Spend My Final Days

Watching TV of course! But not just any TV. FOREIGN TV!!! [Enter triumphant music]. Okay, maybe I’m over-playing this [Ba-dum pssh], but the truth is I’m looking for anyway to channel [Ba-dum pssh] my Italian energies. And I’m not trying to show off [Ba-dum pssh] but if I don’t listen to Italian with the remaining days I have, I’m just going to screen [Ba-dum-...]

I found a fantastic show called “Nero Wolfe.” Set in Rome in 1959, it’s a remake of a series that aired in the 70′s. Wolfe is a big shot detective from America who has returned to Rome. From what I can gather (there aren’t subtitles) he is a grand fan of cooking and orchids, a bit proud, and observant. I didn’t see that last one coming.

It’s fantastic because with TV in Italy, you don’t need to own a TV to watch it. Every state-sponsored show streams live on Rai.it much like America’s Hulu. I’ve got my finger’s crossed that I’ll be able to find it and make it work back in the states, but there’s no guarantee of that. My search for Italian will not be in vain!

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Moving out time!

The two suitcases sat stuffed to the zippers and still a mountain of clothes weren’t going to fit. I sat on them. Packed in as many individual socks as I could. The furniture of the room encircled my four months of living turned-two-suitcases, leering at me with a forlorn emptiness.

Goodbye bed, goodbye room

Let’s put it this way. I’m sad. I’m happy. I’m looking forward and back and inwards. This has been an incredibly eye-opening semester of my life. I’ve expressed on several occasions that it has perhaps been the most incredible experience of my life…I’m sorry band camp, you almost made the cut. It was a tough decision but one that had to be made.

I’ve officially moved out of my apartment. I’ve still got a few more days in my apartment, but it has come with much heartache. One of those bits of heartache come from saying farewell to the incredible city that is Perugia. I stayed here for four fabulous months of my life, a city that I didn’t even realize housed many centuries of history in its very structure. I was given an in-depth tour of the city, and now I can still by the building materials of any wall in the city if it was Etruscan made (pre-Roman Empire), a medieval construction, or constructed by the Papal States.

Architecture aside, saying goodbye to friends is undoubtedly the hardest. Friends from America who, although living in the same country as me, will be difficult to see again or often. Friends from Korea (I prefer not to even consider the logistics of seeing them again). Italian friends, from Perugia and Rome. I’m not trying to brag (although it’s pretty impressive right?) just expressing how fulfilling this experience has been, and how difficult it will be to tear myself away.

Andrew! You told yourself you weren’t going to cry. Stay strong…You’re a man…

Preparing for…the End

What do you do when you’re running headlong into the future and then you come to a cliff? I’ll tell you what you do, you stop running. If it were possible to set time in reverse, that’s certainly what I’d do, but given that this is an impossibility, I’m doing me best to slow down the daily routine and appreciate everything that I have here before it vanishes.

Class these three weeks have probably been the most unreal of the semester. With only a week left of classes, I have none of the motivation to continue as I was before. And it’s not that I’m planning to bojangle (slang: avoiding things of a productive nature) the final days, but I don’t want them spent in my room reviewing all of the irregular conjugations of Passato Remoto. I’m still going to class, but I’m realizing that pretty soon my progress is all going to come to a halt. How do you deal with a change like this? I have yet to figure out. I almost feel suspended between the time of intense work I had for three months, and the final day or two of packing that will inevitably come before my plane.

As such, I have compiled a list of things to accomplish on my final days here:

1) Play Pool at the local pool hall: this is a dream I have harbored since the beginning of January, and have yet to realize. But it will happen soon.

2) Visiting the South of Italy: Will be discussed in future posts

3) Souvenirs for family and friends: Oh how I’ve worked on these, yet I feel far from completion.

4) Souvenirs for me: Weird to say, but it was actually quite easy to forget.

5) Goodbyes: To friends American and international, I am now fighting an uphill battle to have goodbye celebrations, say goodbye and thanks to everyone who affected me. The hardest part.

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Classes Registration: It’s Great to be a Senior

I registered for my classes this semester, and man am I loving my future senior status. For instance, I registered in the first time slot available (thanks to the Honors Program) and I felt like I was holding all of Butler University in my palm. Thankfully, my crazed fit of power was short lived. I really should never be in a position of ultimate power…what am I saying, no one should!

In these, my final two semesters at Butler University, I will be taking advantage of everything that Butler has to offer me. For instance, I will be taking two independent studies, one for literature and one for Italian literature. When I relayed this information to my friend who goes to a state school in South Caroline that has upwards of 30,000 students, he was amazed by the idea of working one-on-one with a professor for a semester.

Besides these, I will be immersing myself in a broad array of subjects. I have the time because I am quite ahead of my schedule for graduation. I have signed up for a class that will have me teaching creative writing in a local school, one that will teach me advanced techniques of HTML website design, Chinese (it seems about time to start in on my second language), and I’ve got my fingers crossed for ballroom dance. (The video below illustrates what I expect my life to be like with ballroom dance. YouTube Preview Image