My Wolof class is killing me, and I essentially make up noises in class when called on. I have absolutely no idea what anything means bey...

“Kah-tee Omelette! Tu vas ou?” I’m trying to peel out of WARC without being noticed, which of course is impossible. I’d emerged barely al...

Over the next month, my life in Dakar found a rhythm that matched my insides. After pretending like I was a student for three hours a day...

After my host-brother Théo drops me off at school, I look up at the sign, feel my mouth stretch ear to ear, and walk into the West Africa...

Oh, how I love new beginnings. Fresh starts. The first day of school! Oh and yes, I can hear you say “nerd” under your breath as you read...

I moved to California about 6 weeks ago, and I’ll never forget walking outside to our backyard that very first morning. The first breath ...

The next morning, Saturday, I wake up to my goat-bleating alarm clock and forget where I am for a moment. It’s a feeling that all of us n...

Note: these #StoriesFromSenegal posts describe Katie's semester-long study abroad experiences from 2009. PS: I have changed my host broth...

Note: these #StoriesFromSenegal posts describe Katie's semester-long study abroad experiences from 2009. Shortly after moving in with my ...

Note: these #StoriesFromSenegal posts describe Katie's study abroad experiences from 2009. - January 6th 2009 Bleating goats outside my w...