As the semester is coming to its end, I’m proud to announce the release of Pulse, the magazine my classmates and I have produced at the Lawrence Herbert School Of Communication at Hofstra University.
Due to such exhausting and tense feelings I’ve been dealing with these last months, I’ve been more of an observer rather than the usual super active doer in this course. However, I got the chance to be instructed by a knowledgeable and patient professor, whose precision, clarity, and comprehension were significant to keep my writing and researches going.
For the Spring issue, Pulse has the theme of “money”. There are in fact 16 stories related to money, both from a college perspective, but also from a gender, sports, arts, philanthropic, and multicultural ones.
In addition to be part of a vibrant team, I was able to see how it is really like to be in a newsroom and produce a print magazine, interacting and reacting to daily issues, and learn from my teammates’ work.
When it comes to money, a lot of discussion come up and are worth to dig in. We can start to talk about money and end up reflecting on philosophy, mentioning entrepreneurship moves, or focus specifically on American higher education, one of the most expensive businesses alive.
I got the chance to be a copy editor and author of two stories, one about international students and another one on Greek Life charity events. The first one touched me more because as an international student I had to both adapt an objective perspective (in order to write the piece) and also to understand more what kind of investment (of energy and money) I am actually doing. That struck me and I’m so glad for such assignment. The “Greek Bearing Gifts” , a piece on Hofstra’s Greek Life community, was interesting in terms of diving into this cultural aspects – Greek Life – that it is still something new and distant from my own upbringing. Hence, both stories allowed to discover and deepen into my identity, my purpose at Hofstra, and the educational progress I’ve made so far.
International students face one exact thing, the American bureaucracy, whose times and steps challenge our patience, emotional intellect, and our wallets too. In fact, the procedure to get into an American college or universities doesn’t include only the school’s rate, but also the Visas, the medical and financial insurances, and well, the cultural distance that at first might not be a shock, but sooner or later will eventually have to surface.
Writing this article allowed me once and for all to see what are the kinds of international students – those are the most common ones:
- those who are enrolled to get an education and move back to their native country
- those who are enrolled to live a phase of life and experiment new lifestyles
- those who are enrolled hoping for the long haul
Students from other countries are resourceful for both the country that is hosting them and for the local citizens, who are able to interact and open their horizons by engaging conversations, leisure activities, or by just being in an academic setting, such as a classroom.
We international students differ from each other based on our backgrounds, financial and social status, and mostly on our purpose to be in another country for a designated amount of time. I personally came here for the long haul, hoping to live by doing what I most love, but I’m aware that I got the privilege to be flexible, move around and between countries, if I see that plans don’t work out the way I’m planning them to function. Regardless of the place, I will always have to hustle for passion and love, stuff I care about and live for. Nothing is certain in life, I’ve learned that. Hence, it’s ok to turn page and start fresh beginnings.
As the semester is coming to its end, I believe that as a third year student I can affirm that being an international student is en enriching feature you should be proud to carry until the end of your academic career, despite the numerous struggles that you might find around and within yourself. But we are all in college for basically one thing: to break up, find, and reassemble ourselves.