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Waiting Around..

Christine Sedky's picture

I used to hate waiting around, being stuck in traffic, etc. But now I have learned to embrace it.  Don’t get me wrong, I still would never prefer to be stuck in traffic for 45 minutes or wait for people for over an hour. And I am usually running late, but I have been trying to adapt the same sense of ease with time. In DC I felt like I was always 5 minutes behind while trying to make sure I was at least at places a minimum of 5 minutes before the meeting. Here if I am within ½ hour of the appointment I am at ease.

Women and Agriculture

Stacy Alcantara's picture

It was a funny experience, really, but a point worth pondering. When we asked a group of children to describe a farmer, all of them immediately said that a farmer was a man who planted and harvested crops in a field or a farm. Naturally, the definition, although simplistic, did make sense. But the point of the matter is that none of the children ever pictured the farmer as a woman.

Notes from the heartland of industrialization

Christine Cassar's picture

From the little island of Malta, I now blog from Ann Arbor, Michigan—my home for the Northern hemispheric summer… The links between the two distant spots date back to organized emigration programs, where hundreds were encouraged to take the trip to the empire of Henry Ford and other production lines in search of greater and better opportunities.

“So… what happens after I graduate?”

Maria Rodriguez's picture

I think this is one of the most common questions among the world’s youth. Graduation, from high school or university, is one of those moments when we are faced with making decisions about where our life should go or what we should do from that moment onward. In fact, those decisions are a fundamental part of how our societies and economies work, but in general we don’t pay much attention to their importance for development. I bet even you haven’t really thought about it!

Imagining Perfection

Saadia Iqbal's picture

Many of you are probably familiar with the song "Imagine," by John Lennon, in which he sings about his vision for a perfect world. It's one of my mother's favorite songs, so growing up I heard it a lot, but never gave too much thought to the specifics of his message; I just assumed it was generally about love, harmony and world peace: stuff everyone would pretty much agree upon. 

Here are some lines from the song:


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