Opinion
Thoughts from the Georgetown community.
The hidden cost of study abroad
Ten months ago, almost to the day, I got on a plane bound for Paris, France. I was spending the semester there in hopes of improving my French and acquiring a Givenchy wardrobe like Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina.
Actually, that’s not entirely true. I went abroad because I had to and because I knew it would be good for me.