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Post by Sam Dane (’15) and Jessica Santiago (’15) Upon our arrival in St. Petersburg, Russia, one thing was undeniably clear: we were no longer in China. Our Professor, Bill Coyle, was waiting for us with open arms at the airport, along with our incredibly knowledgeable tour guide, Sergey Fyodorov. Despite being such a drastically…
Post by Victoria Squire (’15) and Dylan Coan (’15) To say that China has exceeded all expectations is an understatement. To try to sum it up would be impossible, it’s something one has to experience. China is everything you ever expected and nothing you ever expected at the same time. We visited five cities during…
Post by Samantha Donovan (’15) and Cole Ungar (’15) The phrase “you have to see it to believe it” is hardly sufficient to describe the BRIC experience. From state company tours such as SGCC, a subsidiary of the larger State Grid that is responsible for powering most of China, and Baosteel, one of the…
Post By Kseniya Pulido(’15) and Ryan Diplock(’15). It’s been a great first week of official classes in Shanghai. We celebrated our first birthday, conducted our second ethnography project for our business ideas and met local Fudan students at a mixer. While the Shanghai air quality might be undesirable, it is safe to say everyone is…
Post by Cristina Aria & Jared Wolf As we sit on the train from Beijing to Shanghai, we reminisce on our first encounter as a group with China. Our first week of BRIC has been one filled with new experiences and tastes inclusive of scorpions and octopus. From climbing the great wall to meeting entrepreneurs,…
Post by Graham Anderson, Class of 2015 and Katie Kasper, Class of 2014 Since we arrived on campus last Tuesday, we have been extraordinarily busy! We have spent time inside the classroom learning about Russia, India, and China, and we have also spent time outside of the classroom getting to know the group better. Last…
By Marzan Khan The rickshaws dash past me. Mothers and daughters guard their veil as our footsteps cross one another. Fathers and sons look at me wondering why I am wearing shorts with sandals. This place cannot be my home…but why do I still feel an attachment? It was my first time back in the…
