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Journey’s end: The year is over, but there’s still more to learn
One year ago, I laced an orange ribbon in my hair as I fled Fairview to receive the Ivy League letter that I had been waiting for since I was...
Floating in a cloud: The gap year gets surreal
I stumbled towards the light. There was only one. It was a single bulb, dangling from a feeble wire. I would have moved faster, but it was nearly 10 p.m....
My Gap Year: Five questions to ask yourself before embarking on a gap year
April has finally come. The letters are in. But the question still remains, where are you going? If a gap year is your top choice, consider these five questions before...
Go pro while abroad: If you’re considering a gap year, make it count
There appears to be a gap in the expectations for a gap year. Employers want to see job-applicable experience in a year off, but society seems to deem social service...
So, this is the next empire? Shanghai filled with opportunities
Hardly a day goes by in Shanghai where I am not reminded, in some form or another, that "China is the next empire." Now I have to be frank: my...
My Gap Year: Living the expat life in Shanghai
A relaxing break filled with wisdom teeth removal, lots of pudding, and great friends had ended. At last, I had arrived at the cusp of my next adventure. Standing beneath...
My Gap Year: My life in London
As I awaken to a symphony of taxi horns and morning escapades through sky-puncturing glass mazes, I am reminded of what a stark contrast this fresh New York life is...
My Gap Year: Executive series — the top three
Thirty-three hours of interviews. Nineteen executives. Fourteen industries represented. Three most-desirable traits. On behalf of the high school senior entangled in what college programs will offer them, and the current...
My Gap Year: Eighteen and unemployed in NYC
Two weeks into working in New York City. And I was unemployed. I had flown all the way from London, cut my previous internship short and declined three other offers...
My Gap Year: Detained in London II
The clock struck 5 p.m. It had been nearly 12 hours since I last ate and six since I was herded into the immigration office at London's Heathrow Airport, where...