A Semester in Morocco
From January to May 2015, I lived in Rabat, Morocco's capital city, studying Arabic and journalism at the Center for Cross-Cultural Learning.
I know by now that most things aren't going to work out the way I expect them to. But in case I forgot, this semester has been a reminder of that -- an excellent reminder of that, actually. Morocco has been a lesson in going with the flow.
Classes at the CCCL finished up entirely about two weeks ago. As the end approached, they became fewer and farther between. Arabic classes ended with our exam on St. Patrick's day and our last journalism-related lecture was little more than a goodbye before parting ways; several students in the program -- myself included -- are staying in Rabat for their independent study, but a few others are making their way down south or up north for their research. For the most part, the last week or so of classes was used to sort out our living arrangements for our last month in Morocco, finalize our story pitches and arrange our first few interviews for the independent study period.