So, I guess when people go on Study-Service Term to a foreign country they’re supposed to have some sort of revelation about the truth of the world, or diversity, or something like that.
I mean, really, you spend three months living with host families, trying to... 
By Brett Conrad
I have had really good, really bad and really weird experiences here in Phnom Penh. That is a pretty elementary way of saying it. But, the point gets across.
My good days are full of experiences like roller disco rinks and a random Cambodian baby being... 
In the the wake of Tuesday's legislative dialogue on same-sex marriage, Becca Yoder expresses her concern that the marriage equality movement lacks queer inclusion.
I begin this article with acknowledgement that I am the writer and formulator of these words, but I am... 
A man dressed in plain black pants, a button-up shirt and a dark jacket raises a metal baseball bat over his head and smashes it into an overturned buggy. A man in similar dress slashes the tire of a parked car, while a third sets fire to a large pile of corn and branches... 
I live in a wooden, stilted house with a family of four in a small seaside village of Cham Muslims, a Cambodian ethnic and religious minority. Less than a 20-minute bike ride away is the city of Kep, a tourist hot-spot that includes beaches, islands and crab.
An Estonian... 
If coordinating one of the most memorable days of my life is not stressful enough, I am doing so with little expected financial contribution from my family and with a college student budget already weighed down with loans.
My wedding isn’t until May 2014, but my... 
I do two things very well: exaggerate and assume. My Cambodian Study-Service Term has not been spared from either bad habit.
1. “I’ll probably get sick of rice.”
False. You’ve never been sick of rice, although you eat it two to three times daily. It is... 
If there is one confession that I would rather not openly admit at any point in my life, it’s that, as a child, I pretended to be a dog and was known for walking up to people in restaurants and smelling them (where were my parents in all this? Knowing them, probably... 
I am currently living with Buddhist monks at a wat called Prevehir Thom, located in Ba Phnum, a small town near the border of Vietnam. A friend once told me about monks who live in the Himalayas and melt snow with their body heat while meditating. There is no snow here, but... 
Studying in Goshen is the closest I have ever been to living a city life. Now, for the past six weeks, I have called Phnom Penh, Cambodia--a city of two million--home. The transition into living here is something I sometimes take for granted because when I clear my head... 
Remember those first couple weeks of your freshman year of college? The get-to-know-you events, the ice cream socials, the random people you spent time with that you haven't talked to since, the first Kick-Off, the intensely energetic spirit exuding from every single person... 
Here in Phnom Penh, I have the uncommon experience of living with a Christian family. My “parents” (they’re in their 30s, more like siblings than parents) both joined the church as young adults, which is how they met. Neither of their families are Christian. In a... 
When considering the issue of how we address professors at Goshen College, I hope we can share some basic agreements. First, the preference for first names comes from healthy impulses and good intentions. Second, the same is true regarding preferences for academic titles.... 
“If You Pay 10 dollors ,you can eat pork belly and drink endlessly until when you say ‘STOP!’”
Welcome to Cambodia, where the English major in me is reduced to giggles by the horrible English translations that appear on street signs, restaurant menus, pamphlets,... 
When it comes time to go home for Christmas vacation, the normal routine for many college students may be to stuff as much dirty laundry in the car as they can and hit the road. Or, after responding to those "seeking ride" communicator announcements, some may pack in as... 