gturnerGeneva Turner

I'm Geneva Turner, and I'm studying abroad this fall in London at Kingston University as a double major in Theatre Arts Performance and Anthropology. I identify as a queer female theatre artist, actor, director, writer, and activist, and I hope to make the world a better place by collaborating with other artists to change the world. I have always wanted to go to London, and am very interested to see not just how the world sees the United States, but also to gain some perspective from people who may view the world differently than I do.

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On the Verge Again

I’d like to talk a little bit about the benefits of staying in school a little longer, especially as it relates to study abroad. If the fear of losing time is a factor, screw it and do it. I’ve been in school, with one or two semester-long breaks, for about eight years now. This was
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If I Could Do It Again

About a year ago I found out for certain that I would be studying abroad in England. I could never have anticipated how this experience would broaden my sense of empowerment and understanding about how rich and enormous the world really is. Truth is, it only started a landslide of wanderlust – since that trip, I
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Reflective Perspective: Living After London

It’s amazing how much bigger the world feels after coming home. One thing I noticed was that I didn’t forget how to drive, not did I forget the way to my favorite places. I walked around my home campus today, and knew all its secrets like old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. The
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Twenty Four Hours of Goodbye

I can hardly believe that in just over 24 hours, I will be back on a plane heading back home. After watching the unbelievable transformations and crazy happenings in my country from a distance, on the news, through my British and European friends, hearing about several feet of snow in my home state when it’s
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Reflections on Visiting a Sikh Gurdwara in London

Let’s jump back in time to October, when I went to a Sikh temple, the Gurdwara Sri Guru Singh Sab. My British Life and Culture class had a field trip there after a lecture from a local pastor about religion in the UK. At first I was not sure what to expect. I was curious
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Journeys Just About Everywhere

One thing I’ve learned is that, much like the United States, there are a thousand “UK’s.” Here are a few that I’ve traveled to, with a dash of the Republic of Ireland to boot! Stonehenge – Neolithic Britain I’ve taken several field trips with my British Life and Culture module, including a trip to Stonehenge. We
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Classes in the UK

Classes in the United Kingdom are not as different as I thought they would be. I’m very excited that there is a focus on teaching how to think, not what to think (a practice that I wish was more widespread in the U.S.). It’s very freeing to have each class only once a week, to
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“You Alright?” Phraseology and Obama Burgers

I know I said that I felt at home before… but that was before I casually recognized the details of my neighborhood going by from the second story of the bus. That was before I decided not to buy tunafish at Sainsbury’s because I could get it a few pence cheaper at Londi’s. That was
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Home Is Where My Eyes Are – And I Can See Better Here

England is more home than home… but also way more exciting, and slightly scary. And I haven’t even been to London center yet. On a side note, I had my first crumpet today… here it is: I know I’m technically in the honeymoon phase right now, but even though I didn’t understand the way the roads
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Jumping off Diving Boards in Slow Motion

Destination: Kingston University, London, UK. Time: Fall Semester. Day: -10. I’ve been getting little daily freakouts with increasing intensity. Especially every time I fill out the date on a special order slip at work, I feel it. The quiet roar of a sensation not dissimilar to jumping off a diving board. This feeling continues in slow motion
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