I came from a farming community, small population where everyone knew everyone. There was one public high school that every single kid who wasn’t religious, or hated wearing uniforms, went to. There was little diversity, as everyone was white, had a nuclear family, and smoked weed. Our high school planned several trips every year to try and ‘broaden the horizons’ of the students. I begged my dad to let me go on the school trip to Prague with my two close friends, or at least the one to Thailand. Money was tight, and he said no. A year later, however, I finally saw something I had true interest in.
The ‘Iceland March Break Trip’ was the trip designed for the students who were planning on going into either Environmental Science or Farming. Its was spearheaded by the only Environment teacher in our school: Dwight Norgaard. A farmer himself, he prided himself on his knowledge of global warming. He was the equivalent of Al Gore in his obsession over the planet becoming hotter. Iceland would be a seven day trip, with several bus tours and field trips to glaciers. It came with a hefty price tag: three thousand, five hundred dollars. As a person who was planning on becoming a Theatre Major, the trip would be essentially learning things I had never considered I ‘needed’ for a post secondary education. After much prodding toward my dad, and saving money from my shitty part time job at the local FreshCo., it was paid for and I went.
Holy shit, it was more than my little brain could have ever imagined.
Glacier climbing, geyser exploring, waterfall hiking, Viking graveyards! The entire country is a monument to nature itself. My two friends and I even visited the worlds only Penis Museum. I must say, seeing the penis of every single Icelandic animal, including a human’s, is a once in a lifetime achievement.
Since Iceland, I’ve wanted to experience more. When sitting in M.J. Kidnie’s class last semester, she mentioned the opportunity for students in a course called ‘Destination Theatre’. A two-week trip to England, seeing plays and sightseeing things I had been told about by my family for years. Most importantly, it counted as a 0.5 credit toward my theatre studies.
SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!
What do I expect to experience when I’m in England? Plays, of course. As a connoisseur of cryptozoology and a fan of the Mothman, maybe some haunted castles? Of course, by the time I’m writing this, I JUST purchased tickets to the Milton Keyes show for My Chemical Romance’s comeback tour in Europe. So. Of course I would cut off my limbs to see my favourite band of all time.
But then there’s the global citizen part. A global citizen is a person who understands the wider world around them. As a global citizen, you open yourself up to different people, cultures, and ideas. To be honest, that can be a terrifying experience. It’s extremely hard to step outside our comfort zone. There is a reason it is called a ‘comfort zone’ after all! As a person with anxiety disorder, it makes it exponentially hard sometimes to try and discover new things and experiences. This trip seems like a perfect opportunity to try and make me a more rounded global citizen. Overall, I feel like I can get a better understanding of the world, as well as myself through this trip.