The person I am today is not the same person I was a year and a half ago.
And I hate that I’m saying that, and fully believing in it. It’s just so cheesy! As I reflect
on it, when I used to hear people say things about change, I was a bit of a nonbeliever.
Change, to me, was like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy. It’s like when you’re talking
to a child about what Santa Claus brought them for Christmas. You believe that they believe in Santa Claus, but as for you, you know the truth.
Basically, I was a total change-cynic.
I had never found myself in a position that left me much changed. Sure, I had graduated
high school and began college, but even leaving home and beginning a new step in my
academic career felt like it was the same old Jocelyn running on autopilot.
And while the same old Jocelyn was an accomplished individual, who focused on doing
well in school and creating relationships with those around her, and was a determined
and driven athlete, she wasn’t really someone who took challenges easily. She barely
bothered to leave her comfort zone, and thought most things that she wanted, were
just out of her reach.
When it came to change, I knew that doing so could be good for me, but knowing is
so much easier than doing.
Like many, I saw university as an opportunity to learn and grow both academically
and as an individual. University was an opportunity for change. So, when I entered
my first year of school in 2019, I attempted to search out opportunities that lead
me to growth, and to change, and yet, I kept myself completely safe. Safe from being
hurt, safe from challenging myself too much, safe from experiencing what could be
really great for me.
Growing up, I was constantly surrounded by stories about the travels my family had
experienced at one time or the other.
A young, self prescribed change-cynic.
My mom is from Canada, and when she went to university, she had the opportunity to
upgrade her nursing degree in Australia, as the Canadian nursing system was recognized
there.
She is my hero, and someone I respect and attempt to emanate every day of my life.
My mom has always been someone I admire and the stories I’ve heard about her time
abroad has only continued to paint her in an amazing light. She’s my hero, she was
and is everything I hope to be as I grow into myself. She takes chances, she challenges
herself, she’s honest with herself and those around her. And in her twenties, she
was a daredevil. It’s inspiring.
Jocelyn’s mother, Heidi when she was studying in Australia.
After my mom graduated, she spent the summer backpacking. Backpacking around Australia,
New Zealand, Fiji, and the surrounding islands. During a stop in the Cook Islands,
while in the hotel pool with her brother, she met my dad. Just a twenty-something
guy from Greeley, Colorado with his mom and stepdad on a scuba diving trip.
They were so much cooler then.
And, as the cliché line goes, the rest was history.
Throughout each story my family told, one message was clear – they all hoped that,
at some point, I would have the same opportunities for myself that they had had.
Jocelyn’s mother and father with her uncle when her parents first met in the Cook
Islands.
When I was 14, my grandparents took me on a month long excursion to England, Scotland,
Wales, and France. We went to more museums than we knew what to do with, we saw sights
that I had learned about since I was young, and I was introduced to a world different
to the one I was accustomed to. I was amazed by the sights, blown away by the fact
that an entire world existed outside of my everyday life. Blown away about how much
more the world had to offer then I had thought.
During that month, my passion for traveling was born. Not only was I able to immerse
myself into the rich history of the area around me, but I was also privileged to experience
a culture outside of the one I had spent the previous 14 years of my life growing
in. I now had this amazing chance to see the world up close and personal, with fresh
eyes. What I saw was much more diverse, full of individuals who experienced similar
situations to I, while carrying themselves through life with a different approach
than I was used to. We may have spoken the same language, but we had a much different
view of the world around us. While abroad, I came to recognize the importance of leaving
an environment I found comfort in, opening my worldview, and learning more about the
culture around me.
Upon leaving the United Kingdom and Europe, and over the seven or so years from my
trip abroad, and the five years before I began school, my dream of traveling continued
to manifest, where I became increasingly more serious about studying abroad while
in college.
During the year prior to me beginning university, I had decided to swim for Wyoming,
which I had originally chosen for a multitude of reasons, but mainly because of Wyoming’s
amazing study abroad options and funding; considering the partnership between the
institution and former United States Vice President, Dick Cheney and his wife, Lynne.
The Cheney grants at the University of Wyoming allows our institution to currently
host the largest study abroad scholarship endowment of any public land-grant university
in America.
After a series of events, including a worldwide pandemic, I was completing my third
year of studies, having been injured and leaving the swim team, when a friend of mine
reached out; saying that their professor had announced to their class that they had
students pull out of study abroad program traveling to Rome, Italy and that the study
abroad office would be reopening applications in attempt to gain a few more students
to go.
And suddenly everything was moving very quickly. I’ve always been someone that becomes
easily overwhelmed with things that are either daunting or I’m unsure how to move
forward, and with the deadline of the Rome trip, I was making meetings in the study
abroad office and attempting to make decisions quickly.
During my meetings at the study abroad office, I had also been introduced to the exact
same program that would travel to London in the spring semester, as opposed to Rome
in the fall. Like I said earlier, I had been to London a few years prior and had left
feeling very certain that I could live in London when I got older.
I distinctly remember a phone call with my mom, where I said the same exact thing.
That I had always wanted to be in London for a longer time then I had been able to
previously, but… Rome. And, because my mom had always been incredibly supportive,
she replied, “I think that my dream for you is to do both. We’ll just figure it out.”
And we did, we just figured it out. And to this day, I still believe that the loan
payments are completely worth the experiences and growth I had.
In the fall of 2022, I traveled to Rome and studied art history in a faculty-lead
program with UW professor, Rachel Sailor. There I lived in an apartment with five
other students who I became very close to over the three months.
Jocelyn and her London roommate, fellow UW student, Kari Holte in Scotland.
While I was there, I became someone I’m incredibly proud of. As an only child, I’ve
never much enjoyed being alone or doing errands by myself. I’m not one to search out
adventures, I’m not someone you could call ‘easy-going,’ and yet I found myself going
with the flow (albeit I went with the flow a little stressed), I said yes to every outing, every sightseeing opportunity, every learning
opportunity, and I found myself seeking opportunities to go to museums or important
Rome locations on my own.
In short, my time in Rome made me a confident individual, someone who was confident
in her independence and confident that I just can.
Visiting the Gardens and Villa d’Este in Tivoli, Italy (A.K.A where they filmed the
Lizzie McGuire Movie).
I came home for a little over a month in December of 2022, rushed to get a Visa and
left in January of 2023 for three months in London.
I’m often asked which my favorite of the two experiences is, and they were just so
completely different that it is impossible to tell.
On one hand, I met amazing individuals in Rome and truly got to know myself while
I was there, but on the other, I was living out my 14 year old dream of truly living
in jolly-‘ol London Town.
I also like to explain it as this: I took what I learned and grew comfortable in in
Rome and applied it to my approach of spending time in London. I grew personally in
Rome, but in London I grew professionally.
Neither of these trips abroad did not necessarily fit int my degree evaluation, as
I am a communication major and PR minor, and one trip was art history and the other
was political science. So, I wanted to find ways that I could move forward in my education
while I was there. In Rome, I studied elementary Italian and international marketing,
and in London I applied for a work placement.
The work placement allowed for me to apply my established education in an internship
setting, as I was placed with Ronald McDonald House UK, where I was the assistant
to the Community Fundraiser. This kind of connection and opportunity, I don’t think,
would have been possible without having gone through the entire experience as a whole.
My time in London taught me how to be an accomplished professional; how to grow and
learn in an already established environment, how to be helpful across a multitude
of avenues, and how to speak up for additional opportunities. This was my first true
internship that I had ever had, and the opportunities that I received during that
time made me less concerned about future internships and what I could expect in a
career.
Jocelyn and her roommates and friends made while visiting the Basilica of Saint Francis
in Assisi.
An unexpected experience London gave me was the change in my professional interests.
When I was in high school, I used to struggle envisioning what I saw for myself in
the future. That Jocelyn had also never seen herself in a specific career field, didn’t
exactly have any interests or passions that could be turned into a job and just generally
worried that it was going to take some time to figure out where she was headed. Coming
into university, I took some time exploring different possible interests and ultimately
landed on communication, because it interested me, and I seemed to excel at it.
Let this be a footnote that that can be all that college is, finding what you do well
in and sticking with it to see if it is an interest.
I turned my interest for social media into the academic path I took at University
of Wyoming, taking various journalism courses and even including some graphic design
courses that I hoped would translate well in managing and developing content for someone’s
social media account in the future.
Going into my time abroad in London, I had curated my work placement to hopefully
be in an area that could translate to my interest in social media and public relations,
but I was also taking classes with our UW professor, Dr. Andrew Garner, that was centered
around political science.
During the course of the three months in London, we studied and analyzed the differences
of democracies around the world and even discussed the operations that go into democratizing
regions and how regime changes can play out. As a student who had never taken any
kind of political science course, it was eye-opening.
Just like when I was 14, traveling abroad for the first time. Just like when I was
21, living in a country that did not speak the same language as I, I was experiencing
something that completely altered my worldview.
Jocelyn visiting the Royal Botanic Gardens in Kew, outside of London.
I have always been (overly) passionate about politics (apologizing now to my parents,
my roommates, everyone) but had never really seen it as a possible career choice,
but suddenly it was all I could see, all I could want for myself. I was suddenly reaching
out to a connection I had made at the United Nations while I was in Rome, suddenly
asking Dr. Garner how I could utilize my background in journalism in politics, suddenly
thinking about graduate school going in a different direction than I had thought a
year prior.
Now, a year after arriving back in the States since leaving the UK, I am continuing
to try and figure out how to involve political science, diplomacy and humanitarian
aid, into my future career.
I started this piece by saying that I didn’t believe in change, but studying abroad
has been the best change to ever happen to me. I desperately needed this change. It woke me up, it awoke a passion in me for something I didn’t see a
future in, it revealed a confidence in me that I never knew I had.
Traveling has become so ingrained in who I am and where I find joy and I cannot wait
to continue to foster this passion.
So, if you clicked on this blog because you’ve been thinking about studying abroad,
this is your sign.
DO IT.
Worry about the how later; there are so many scholarships and grants available to
you, there are a multitude of programs that will absolutely fit into your degree path.
The opportunities are endless.
I want this for you! And I believe you can do it!
Maybe studying abroad can change how you approach the world, or your future, or how
you accept change too.
Ready to change your view of the world too?
Explore your own study abroad experience with the University of Wyoming.