International Students – Page 2

My First Year at Pomona: Seven Things I’m Grateful For

Posted on July 31, 2019July 31, 2019 by Becky Zhang

By Becky Zhang ‘22 A few days ago, my best friend (who took Intro to Psychology and had many a fun fact to share with me throughout the semester) shared that gratitude was an effective remedy for all sorts of maladies. She dropped some statistics on the scientifically-proven benefits of practicing gratitude: an extra half-hour of sleep, and so on. Whether or not th...

Metrolink to Amtrak: Time on the Train

Posted on May 2, 2019 by Becky Zhang

By Becky Zhang ‘22 My first semester at Pomona was unforgettably fun and eye-opening. While my friends and I made ample use of the seven dining halls, five campuses, sunshine, cafés, and thrift stores in Claremont, we occasionally took the Metrolink train into L.A. in search of places and activities to explore outside the 5C bubble. We really made use of the city, a short an...

Studying Abroad … Again?

Posted on September 18, 2018 by cyhg2015

By Cheryl Yau '19 31 Dec 2017. I board an almost empty plane at Changi Airport, Singapore. Strike of midnight, and I am in transit at Doha Airport, Qatar. 1 Jan 2018. Here I am, in Cape Town, South Africa. I exit immigration to find a little crowd waiting for me—our (brilliant) program coordinator, Pieter, and some of the other students on the program who've arrived s...

You Do Not Know What You Do Not Know

Posted on April 27, 2018April 27, 2018 by cyhg2015

By Cheryl Yau '19 A key aspect of a liberal arts education that I really relish is the serendipitous exposure to ideas and people I would have not actively sought out on my own. In my very first semester at college, I registered for a class that I thought was titled “Violence, Media and Transnational Justice.” I later found out during the first class that I had misread the c...

Forging Transnational Identity

Posted on March 4, 2018March 4, 2018 by Joaquin Lorenzo Labio

By Joaquin Lorenzo Labio '20 A year and a half ago, amidst roaring cheers and flashing cameras, the class of 2020 ran through Pomona College's stone gates. Of the four hundred and eleven new faces, I was the only student from the Philippines. I felt a little special, yes, but also a little lonely. I realized no one else grew up like I did: bowls of sinigang, nights of kar...