Studying Abroad in Cuba - More from Jacob!

Studying Abroad in Cuba - More from Jacob!

Hey all,

I am still safe and sound in Cuba!  I realized that in exactly two months from today, I will be boarding a plane back to the US, so I decided to celebrate by promising to speak only Spanish from 7:00 AM to 7:00 PM for the rest of the trip.  This week was definitely one of the busier weeks for me.  For the Tulane class, we had to conduct interviews with Cuban citizens about their opinions and perceptions of Cuba, the revolution, their lives today, and anything else they wanted to talk about.  I learned an incredible amount about popular opinion in Cuba, scribed some powerful and eloquent quotes, and had a great time doing so.  Some of my favorites:

“Freedom is in your head”  “We have to live through it, we have to suffer through it”

“Perhaps, I have faith in what is possible”(In relation to the future of the Revolution)

            On Monday, I went to a used clothing store to find some new Cuban clothes.  The building did not have a sign outside, just an open door and a constant stream of people coming and going.  The inside was hot and packed wall to wall with people and clothing racks.  I could barely move around when we went inside, and I was pouring sweat the whole time.  The other people in the shop were not wasting any time, moving systematically from rack to rack, they went through hundreds of articles of clothing in the time it took me to look at one bin.  I ended up getting a questionable green polo, and some shorts that turned the water black when I got home and washed them.

            Tulane sent their president of the office of study abroad to Cuba for the week, so we’ve spent a good amount of time with the OSA president Scott Pentzer.  It turns out that he was born in Sacramento and grew up in Davis! So we had plenty to talk about, it turns out we went to the same elementary school.  Small world, huh?

            The Tulane group had TWO birthdays last week (three total in the house), back to back, so we had a great time celebrating the end of their first score, they both are expecting this set of twenty years to be even better.  Our director Annie threw a party for them on Wednesday, and we had a great time eating cake and dancing salsa until late into the night.  For presents, I went out and bought them each one box (the size/design of a milk carton) of the cheapest rum you can buy, called Planchao, which I lovingly wrapped with pink ribbon and presented to them with a classy birthday card (stick note). It was basically a weeklong birthday bash, and everyone survived!  (Except my pride when I accidentally ordered a martini glass FULL of olives – nothing else- when we were out at a bar.  It was quite the misunderstanding, at least they were tasty!)

            This week was filled with me being “sporty”.  On Tuesday, we found some public basketball courts that rented out basketballs.  We played three or four games, and my team did not win a single game, it was definitely a fluke.  The following day, a few of the neighborhood kids invited me to play baseball with them.  They started with a jagged rock and a thick branch, but eventually decided to get their plastic ball, which made things a little safer.  The kids live few houses down and are absolutely adorable.  They are 6, 8, and 9, two brothers and their female cousin.  They eventually got bored with the game so I started picking them up and spinning them in the air, which they loved, and made me realize how exhausting it is to work with kids.  After less than an hour, I was out of gas, and decided to go read.

            I had a little extra time this weekend and decided to read the Communist Manifesto.  It was really nice just to read something for pleasure again.  Even here I still find that most of the reading that I do is for class or research.  I experienced an incredible example of the conflict between haves and have-nots on Friday evening.  Yo-Yo Ma was performing at a venue downtown, and we went down there to see if we could buy some tickets at the gate.  It turns out they had been sold out for two weeks and they were not interested in letting us in.  This concert was part of a music festival in honor of Leo Brower, who believes that everyone should be able to gain entrance into a show who wants to attend.  After waiting outside, in the rain, for two hours the forty or so people gathered at the pad-locked gate started protesting and chanting,  “We want to enter, we want to enter” and “Le-O, Le-O”. It was a really cool thing to be a part of, aside from the being soaking wet part.  So now we wait … The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains.  Patience is most definitely a virtue, they opened up the gates and we were seated during intermission, right before Yo-Yo Ma went on to perform!

 On Saturday night, I went with a friend to a Foam Party put on by a local club, La Tropical.  I must have misunderstood part of the flier, because the first hour or so of the party was actually a car show, which was really confusing.  We got to the party to see hundreds of Cubans gathered in a circle to watch these beat up old cars do donuts and spit fire out of their exhaust pipes.  The only person in the competition with a relatively new car had a weird little Toyota compact car, which he used to do donuts and spin out.  After he got bored with that, he popped the car into reverse, did donuts in REVERSE and kicked open his door, turned on the interior lights, and stood up/out of his car whilst doing reverse donuts.  It was definitely a unique experience.  

Once the car show ended, they called everyone down to the dance floor and started playing music.   We went down, and were very confused by the serious lack of foam and bubbly goodness.  Then, I turned around to see a huge blue, oddly phallic, FOAM CANNON! When the beat dropped, they started took their big blue blaster covered every single person from head to toe in foam.  It got to the point where I could no longer see nor breathe, and I decided to take a little break.  American music is incredibly popular in Cuba, and so we expected the usual songs such as Wiggle, but they threw some curveballs with a dubstep/house remix of We Will Rock You, and decided to turn to Bob Marley when they needed a slow jam.  We danced, slipped, and people watched until 3 AM, it was phenomenal!

Wow, this update is getting long, so just one more thing:  I went on a cemetery tour to the Columbus on Sunday, the third largest necropolis in the world!  Almost exclusively above ground, the architecture and layout were incredible.  I took a lot of great pictures, but I am having a hard time attaching photos as of late.  It was an intense emotional experience.  I was able to reflect on death, and the role of death plays in communities and families.  We ended up getting lost in the stone forest of temples, urns, columns, and angels for hours.  We eventually found our way out of the maze of wilted flowers, popped balloons, rusted locks, naked baby statues, silent butterflies, and stained glass just in time for dinner.  I love and miss you all!  

Besos,

Jacobo

Studying Abroad in Europe On the Cheap - Christopher Halbohn

Studying Abroad In Europe On the Cheap

Christopher Halbohn

With fellow intern Sean Saxon in Paris!

            Studying abroad is every student’s chance to experience life in another nation, under the guise of “studying.” If you’re studying abroad, you’ve managed to convince university administrators, your parents, and your friends that going abroad is pertinent to mastering the major you’ve been pursuing.  You’re also going to have the chance to do this at the most ripe of ages! Kudos.

            Now that the hard part is over, you’re set to leave the United States (possibly for the first time) and make a leap of faith into the unknown. Many locales will allow the opportunity for travel, giving you the chance to not only learn the culture of the place where you’ll be living, but also to briefly encounter the cultures of other nations near it. Traveling to these places can often be the most taxing, but most rewarding part of the abroad experience.  The information that follows will allow you the opportunity to learn how to make the most of your time overseas, without completely robbing you of every penny you’ve ever earned. Here are just a few tips to minimize costs when traveling and living abroad:

1) Use the Student ID that the university you are attending issues you.

           

This card will generally allow you free entry to many museums, exhibits, and other installations throughout the city you’re in and the cities to which you will be traveling. This rule will prove especially true in Europe, a continent that acts very much like one single nation. A student studying in Paris, but traveling in Amsterdam with a student ID in hand from his/her host university, will be able to access the Van Gogh Museum and many other attractions, free of charge or for a reduced admission fee. Various student-led travel companies will also accept these cards as proof that you are indeed a student, giving you access to reduced-rate tours.

2) Find an “off-the-books” job.

           

This recommendation is a lot less sketchy and a lot easier than it sounds. You’ll find that whilst studying abroad, you’ll gain a newfound appreciation for being a native English speaker. Knowing English is a highly marketable skill that families will pay you handsomely for because they want their children to grow up being able to speak English fluently. Families often seek out English-speaking students to babysit their children and speak to them solely in English. That sounds like an easy way to make some extra cash if you ask me! Other similar jobs include tutoring, if that is more your speed.

3) Ask locals how they get around and explore cheaper travel options.

            Before you leave, everyone and their mother will advise you that traveling by train is the cheapest option. Do not listen to this. Though traveling by high-speed rail is incredibly advanced and efficient in Europe, it is not always the most economical. Explore options like Megabus,  a company that also operates within the United States, and budget airlines like Ryanair and easyJet. These companies have incredibly low rates and offer a “no-frills” travel experience, but they will charge for things like checked bags, so pack lightly.  If you are into car travel, check out BlahBlahCar, a carpooling site that vets its drivers beforehand (as to make sure they aren’t criminals or psychopaths). If, after all that searching, you decide that train is still your preferred method of transportation, then look into EuroStar for European travel in general, or the SNCF, if you’re in France.

4) If you have a kitchen, take advantage of that.

           

            This is a great way to explore the local recipes and impress your family when you’re arrived back home stateside. Cooking is also a great way to make friends, so invite the people you’ve met over for a dinner party (but make sure there’s a good bottle of wine to pair with). Even though you are in Europe, you are on a budget—eating out all the time will quickly drain you of your allowance and disallow you from experiencing other great moments like traveling and going out in your respective cities.

5) Make a budget for yourself.

            For a lot of you, like myself, you will be going abroad with a sum of money you’ve saved for months, or even years. Budgeting this allotment will be pertinent in making sure you have enough funds to explore everything that Europe has to offer. When you arrive and feel like you understand the economics and purchasing abilities of the places in which you are, set aside money for different things: shopping, eating, traveling, etc. Once you have this established, stick to it, but also account for some emergencies. Maybe you’ll find a fabulous leather jacket in Paris that is just outside your price range—take money from other areas of your budget, but be cognizant that you’ve done this. Further, you may want to buy your whole family souvenirs, but trust me they don’t need or want everything you see.

With these tips, go forth and conquer. Make the most of your time and take time to talk to everyone you meet. You are about to have the time of your life! Don’t forget to take pictures!

Greenie Camp

Gator hatchin'! 

It all started in Tuscany on a summer evening in a hotel room on an iPhone with my family. That's right - the portal to apply for the Tulane Explore programs opened. There are always several program tracks to choose from, and they all take place the four days prior to move-in day. I knew I wanted to do an Explore program because I had heard such great things about the whole experience from current students back when I toured in March. I quickly opened the internet site, hoping the crappy wifi wouldn't fail me again. My mom, dad, sister and myself were all crowded into this single room as my future was to be decided on my iPhone. Everyone seemed indifferent to that fact that these few days prior to the start of school could totallllllly change my life. Fine - I guess I should start practicing this thing called independence now and make this decision on my own. The few sentence descriptions of each track were not helping me narrow down my selection. I vacillated back and forth between four or five different tracks and finally decided on Greenie Camp. (Not because my favorite color is green or anything...) And at that moment, my fate had been determined. *Dramatic pause*

After traveling Italy with my family, it was finally time to get ready for Greenie Camp come mid-August. I left a teary-eyed family at the airport as I flew off to start this adventure (at 4:00 am). My mom advised me to nap when I arrived on campus after unpacking the couple boxes I was allowed to ship, but come on now - how realistic is that? I soon started meeting fellow campers and seeing friends from orientation. We all got to know each other a little better, talking about our excitement for the upcoming days and exploring campus/the surrounding area until camp officially began later that night.

And then it all started. Everyone introduced themselves and played the usual ice breaker name games to start. “Hi, I’m Shelby and I like…uh whats something cool that starts with an S?” The first night was surprisingly not awkward due to the fun get-to-know-each-other games they had arranged for us. The 60 of us made for an ideal size as we all got to know a wide range of people that would be our future classmates. The next few days were filled with activities like scavenger hunts around campus. We learned fun, quirky facts about Tulane to help us succeed in the “friendly” competition. When you think camp, you may think about a mass of planned activities that everyone half-heartedly participates in. This was not at all the case. Everyone was extremely involved and enthusiastic, in part due to the fantastic orientation coordinators (OCs) and Tulane staff members. They planned an overnight retreat for us at a beautiful secluded location about an hour away from campus. We spent the night playing games, Frisbee, trying to win Green Wave cheer competitions, and eating tons of snack food. It was a relaxed atmosphere and everyone felt comfortable trying to learn as many names and life stories as our brains could handle. Oh, and we all took advantage of the favorable showering conditions. Anything is a step up from freshman residence hall showers. But hey, it’s all part of the experience right?

Gators! 

We woke up to charter buses ready to take us to our next destination. Now this next activity was unlike anything I’d ever done before; we went to an alligator ranch. Say whatttttt? Coming from Nebraska, I knew very little about such a thing. The alligator ranchers quickly changed that. Their informative presentations and endless knowledge in the subject area were beyond impressive. They let us pet alligators and walk through a shed where hundreds of them swam around, waiting to be fed the tiny marshmallows we held in our hands. Cool right? That's what I thought... until they spilled the news that we would be able to hatch our VERY OWN ALLIGATOR!!! *Mic drop* They just brought this to a whole new level. The ranchers took us to the hatching room and placed an egg in our hands. We were instructed to gently tap and roll the egg until we could feel the baby alligator itching to break out. You can imagine the anticipation as we were holding this tiny piece of life hidden inside a fragile egg shell. My little gator was taking its sweet time - it was in no rush at to meet all of us eager Greenie campers. So I rolled it around and poked at it excessively. Come out little dude, where are you? AND BANG BANG! The shell cracked and I could instantly feel the cool slime oozing from the inside of the egg onto my hands. My OC Colin and I decided to name this little guy Garry the Gator. It was one of those things that felt so right in the moment - and for alliteration purposes of course. So Garry finally made it all the way out of the shell and began to crawl all over my hands, evenly distributing the gooey slime onto my skin. I played around with my child for a bit, introducing him to other recently born gators. He was good at making friends, probably due to his killer looks and stellar personality - good genes run in the family.

Proud mama. 

Unfortunately our time at the ranch had to come to end at some point, but the fun never stopped. We visited countless local restaurants, and being the foodie I am, I was ridiculously enthusiastic about the plethora of places we dined at. From Dat Dog to Felipe’s to Middendorf’s, they made sure we hit all the important eateries. In attempts to assimilate us all into the New Orleans culture, they planned a Cajun dance party one night, complete with a full Cajun food buffet as well. We learned basic dance moves, more advanced steps, and busted out some traditional modern moves we already new. It was the perfect mix of trying to learn, feeling like an under-qualified dancer, and then busting out (insert favorite dance move here). Personally, I tend to just bounce up and down like an uncoordinated Oompa Loompa - we all have our strengths… and weaknesses.

Mardi Gras World 

We also toured Mardi Gras World, the Katrina museum and went to Cafe Du Monde for a late night snack. There are no words to describe how blissful the beignet experience is. Every adventure was filled with laughter and the sweet joys of making new friends. We bonded over stories from home and missing our families already but particularly over the fact that we were indeed better than all the other Explore tracks - its okay, everyone knew.

On our final evening, we spiffed up in our nice clothes (quite a change from the T-shirt and Nike short look we had all been sporting) and bused over to Commader’s Palace. I had never been there, only heard rumblings about how incredibly heavenly the food is. We sat down at our tables and chatted as we waited for our appetizer. Though it was a formal and beautifully elegant atmosphere, my table had a very relaxed and enjoyable conversation. Jeff, previously mentioned in my first blog in Undergraduate Admissions, and Peter with the Alumni House sat with five of my new friends and myself. I couldn't stop thinking about how the night was so perfect. The food was beyond excellent and our random conversions about favorite concerts and Greenie Camp memories made for an unforgettable night.

It had been one of the greatest weeks of my life and I almost didn't want new people to come to campus and impose on the Greenie bond we all shared. For some odd reason, after just several days with these people, I felt that they would always be there for me if I ever needed anything. To this day on campus, we will all run onto each other and hug, exchange stories, and bring up our great memories. We always say that doing Greenie Camp was one of the absolute best decisions of our lives. I felt unbelievably ahead of the game by the time everyone else got to campus, and was I happy to know I had supportive friends already. I think back to Greenie Camp frequently and have the Greenie pendant hanging on my wall as proof that I was part of the coolest Explore track to ever exist. So to all my fellow Greenies reading this - thank you dearly for nothing short of a truly amazing experience to help with the transition into college life. Y’all are the greatest Greenies ever.

A very serious final dinner at Commander's Palace

Out at the Camp

So. Much. Food. 

Dat Dog

Just kidding, it wasn't that serious. 

Freshman Year Week One Impressions

This article is magic. And I say that not because of the content (though feel free to think it is), but because somehow, as I was curled up in a warm blanket on a Friday dozing off into a peaceful sleep after a full afternoon of four classes, my subconscious jolted me awake and reminded me I was suppose to meet with Jeff about a social media internship about… uh… 3 hours prior? Yikes. If you've ever survived week one of college, you understand where I'm coming from when I say its absolutely magical that I didn't fall asleep instantaneously.

I jumped out of bed so fast that I fell. This may not seem like an important detail, but the beds in Monroe (one of the many freshman residence halls) are lofted approximately 500 feet off the ground. Not quite - but here's a real perspective: I’m 5’9’’ and still asked my parents to buy me a stepping stool because my vertical jump just wasn't making the cut… After that catastrophe, I ran to the Office of Undergraduate Admissions through the rain, and arrived at Jeff’s office looking like a proper mess. He still thought I was worthy of a hug - wow I love Tulane. Jeff and I chatted and then I went back to my dorm to draft a blog per his request.

Really the only appropriate topic to write about at this point in time is the experience of living through the first week of college. Now being a freshman at Tulane is the greatest thing ever - but I’m sure you could hear that from just about anyone else here. So allow me to give you the lowdown on what the first week is really like, what makes it great, and clear up some preconceived notions you all may have as well.

Let's start with Tulane vernacular. You may think or even be scared of picking up that southern twang, or accidentally slipping and saying y’all. I’m from the Midwest and have begun to talk like a New Yorker since living here. THEY ARE EVERYWHERE - truly some of the nicest people though. Second, there's a little plastic card that you need absolutely EVERYWHERE you go - the splash card. Having that splash card on you is what saves you from having to go to the front desk of your residence hall in a towel after a shower or having to say no to the LBC sushi because you don’t have your precious Wave Bucks. That’s always disappointing. But then again, having the splash card on you means looking at that beautiful picture of yourself from orientation. Remember when they took that photo after touring around in some mid-summer rain and after a full two days of activities, not to mention the exhausting few rounds of group bowling at Rock N’ Bowl the night before? Yeah me too. And right before the picture was taken, they ominously tell you that this will be your splash card photo for the next…four…years. But no pressure. In the first week I have seen a fair share a rather hilarious splash card photos and have heard some fun orientation stories. But then there’s that part of college that orientation prepped us for - going to class.

My home! Monroe Hall. 

All of my professors are fantastic and yes, they do assign homework on the first day. But I’m excited to get back in the swing of a school and homework schedule - and that’s not sarcastic. There’s something comforting about a set routine when you're in a new place trying to figure out “the rest of your life.” Walking from class to class is a little bit overwhelming, especially when you're alone. Should I look at the ground, why am I not wearing sunglasses, so many random people I don’t know!  Or in my case, you would trip over an extremely uneven pavement that was clearly marked with yellow paint, fall, and think, shoot how many people saw? As overwhelming as I initially thought walking alone was, I’ve come to realize quickly that everyone is willing to give you a smile. Tulane is such a fun and friendly campus. On top of classes, the school has countless other activities going on all week including an activities/clubs expo and an introduction to campus Greek life just to name a couple of my favorite. The amount of free food that is thrown your way at these numerous events is AWESOME.

All in all, the first week is filled with so many of those decisions that your parents told you “you’ll be making on your own someday.” But they didn't have it quite right. While you may currently think you'll need to figure out how to fit everything in your room because your parents told you that seven boxes and two suitcases is excessive, you will soon realize it will indeed all fit. It’s just a matter of deciding how to make it look less messy - let me know if you have any suggestions. College is about the little things like deciding whether to wake up five minutes earlier to make coffee or figuring out where you should put the mirror so you can do your make-up in decent lighting to avoid a horrid orange foundation line along your jaw. It’s about the constant battle with command adhesive - how many hours will this board stick to the wall without falling? If I add some more strips will it finally hold? (No). It’s a time for meeting three new “best friends forever” each day and looking at your phone and wondering which of the several new Matt contacts is the one you actually want to talk to because last names are just really difficult sometimes. It’s a time to go to the activities expo and sign up for entirely too many clubs while getting that free slice of pizza you've been craving all day. It’s about wanting to remember everything that’s happening so when people ask, you can tell them about how amazing each experience is.

Which reminds me, I think I probably owe my mother a phone call to fill her in on precisely everything I just wrote about. Maybe I’ll just save some time and send her this link!

New friends 

Dad and me in my dorm room. 

Flying to the Other Side of the World

Guest Blogger: Efren Lopez, Class of 2016

Having only flown to New Orleans regularly from Los Angeles for school, I was in unknown territory flying to Rome. I found myself, for the first time in my life, in a I-don’t-know-the-language situation when I boarded the Russian Airlines plane like a freshman in high school, trying to look experienced, but knowing that I did not know what I was doing at all. I did what I knew from previous plane rides, although domestic; I listened. When the hustle and bustle of the passengers began to simmer down I heard the pilot begin to speak words, but I wasn’t sure what he was saying. It was quite simple; I don’t speak Russian, so I didn’t understand what he was saying. But just like the white knight rides in on his noble steed and cuts the dragon’s head off as it is about to bite the princess’s head off, I was saved. After the pilot spoke in Russian, one of the flight attendants said the same thing in English. And hearing this, my anxiety cleared, my breathing returned to normal, and I was able to reassure myself that I would just be fine. I would be just fine and could focus on the huge task that was now at hand; being on a plane for the next twelve hours.

The flight was somewhat quick in retrospect, but as always I went in with an idea of what I would do, a plan, if you will. But I am here to tell you that nothing went according to that plan. I had, a week before, been asking friends about what books I should look into to read on the plane, because that was my plan, to read a book, an entire book on the plane ride. But just as we all tell ourselves that we will commit to a strict salad, vegetables, and no sweets diet, I quickly ripped open the box of chocolates and watched two movies on the plane. I assure you, you would have done the same thing, had you browsed the airline’s library of movies. After this I was treated to another of many firsts to come; airline meals. This was followed by about two hours of doodling that became my usual calligraphic endeavors with the name of my love Jasmine. After this, one more feature film, followed by a second meal, followed by my attempt at sleep, not a nap, on a plane.

I must tell you that it was not an easy task.

I must tell you that I was dead set on sleeping.

Boarding the plane from Moscow to Rome.
One of many firsts to come. 

I must tell you that I tossed.

And turned.

And moved pillows this way and that and finally, with the help of music from the airlines vast library of albums from Amy Winehouse to Daft Punk, I was able to drift off into a peaceful, blissful sleep that carried me through the rest of my flight.

Upon arriving in Moscow, although hungry once more, I sought out to find the gate for my connecting flight and to make sure it hadn't changed. It had, but luckily for me my layover was four hours and the gate that it had moved to was not far at all. Having all the essentials out of the way, I turned my attention to getting a cold, refreshing soda. The first I found was Pepsi and it was amazing. The taste so much different than American Pepsi, but still great, although I have always been a Coca-Cola enthusiast, I had to have a taste of the soda in Moscow, albeit in the airport and extremely overpriced.

Before I knew it, my layover was over and I was making line to board the plane to Rome. I found myself overcome with excitement.

A Tulane Professor You Must Take

Have you gotten bored from taking mundane core business school classes? Are you looking to change up your academic schedule and add some spice into your curriculum? Well, look no further than Professor Reginald Parquet, a renowned Tulane School of Social Work professor.

 

Professor Parquet teaches one of my favorite classes at Tulane called Guns & Gangs.  Every time I have his class, I know I will come out learning something about real life scenarios.  His classes do not seem like “class” because you are learning about real-life scenarios that capture every students attention.  For instance, we learned about weapons, drug markets, gang membership, and gang problems.  All of the material in this class is unlike any class offered at Tulane, and Professor Parquet makes a serious effort to make us aware of these inner city issues.  Several students of Professor Parquet call his classes “hidden Tulane gems.”

 

Professor Parquet even went to a great length and surprised our whole class by bringing in former gang members one day.  We were all surprised because at the beginning of the year Reginald warned us that he rarely can get the gang members to come speak in class because they tend to stay out of the public eye. The former gang members first told their story to the whole class and told us their lessons learned from their unique experiences.  Hearing their life-path was actually really motivational, inspiring, and interesting.

All of these unique experiences with Professor Parquet bring us back to the question of “Where else can you get this experience”.  The answer is probably very little other places, which means every Tulane student should take full advantage of this opportunity to take Reginald’s classes.  He is hilarious, and outside of Tulane he is an expert in his field.  On the popular website, www.ratemyprofessors.com, one student commented on Reginald’s page that “they should replace the ugly modern art in the academic quad with a statue of Parquet.”  Clearly, his students love him he even rewards his students each semester with a pizza party.  So, when registration comes this spring in April, keep Reginald Parquet in mind.

Do you have any memorable teachers similar to Reginald Parquet?  Even though they could not possibly be better than him, let us know about your picks in the comment section below. 

Mikey Flynn

Southborough, MA

mflynn7@tulane.edu