Sisterly Love
College in America is about three things: academics, finding ourselves and partying as much as we can before our parents administer that final shove out of the nest and urge us to assume the responsibilities that are sure to come with being vital members of society. The latter, of course, is what my college cronies and I will remember most (or not remember, as is typical for the overeager freshmen such as myself). Because of my aforementioned infatuation with partying, I simply could not wait to spend my spring break abroad with my older sister in beautiful Buenos Aires, Argentina. After all, I had heard from my sister nothing but praise for the fabulous and fast-paced nighttime festivities that the city has to offer.Â
My first sleepless night in Argentina consisted of nearly ten hours of some of the finest house music I have ever heard. The following sleepless nights were spent roaming the city, hopping from bar to club and back again, hoping to quench that nearly insatiable thirst for constant stimulation and fun that is rampant within the college community. For the first time, however, I felt that at the tender age of 18 I was out and about with “real” people, not just my college-aged peers. Buenos Aires’s unparalleled club and music scene gave me a sense of identity that I don’t believe one can acquire without going overseas. I was a laid-back hippie for one night at an alternative drum show, and I was a flamboyant rager another night at a Tiesto concert. I’m still not quite sure which persona I preferred, but that is beside the point. After only a week in Argentina, with much of the time spent partying, I still managed to come back to my freshmen dorm with a new outlook on who I am to become over the next four years at college. And when it’s my turn to shamelessly globetrot for five months on my parents’ dime…well, I can only imagine.