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by rybosome
4044 days ago
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Halfway into my fourth year in college, I developed a major funk that led to me failing several classes. My dad took me out to lunch one day for a "what are you doing with your life?" talk. He had been very strict about schoolwork and grades when I was younger (and throughout much of my college career), so I was expecting to be badgered and threatened with his vision of my bleak future if I didn't turn things around. After listening to me explain what was wrong, he was silent for a bit, then suggested that I take a semester off school and go to Europe. He had been planning to send me there as a graduation present, but figured that it might snap me out of my blues and refocus my attention on school. I took his offer, and spent a little over a month backpacking around western Europe by myself. It was wonderful...the experience lead to me learning to socialize with strangers, navigate foreign countries, communicate necessities through language barriers and generally enjoy my own company, which boosted my confidence considerably. I treasure many of the memories from this trip, and would heartily recommend that anyone with the inclination travel alone at some point in their lives. |
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