Here’s a question, why should you study abroad? Or just staying in the same school, with the same friends, with the same sets of experiences as everyone else in their town. Or should you consider spending a few weeks, at least, in a different country to experience a different culture, make new friends, making connections with different countries, and becoming a student of the international community.

Studying abroad means to me, leaving home and going to a different country or continent to study and learn about something you are interested. Studying abroad means you are comfortable with stepping out of your comfort zone and trying new things. That could be meeting new people, trying new food, learning a new language, no matter what it is something that you think could benefit you in your lifetime. Something that you will always remember and be able to tell stories about what you did and smile.

Studying abroad is one of the most important experiences and student can have. Nowadays, the modern education system in the US seems to be interested in churning out identical, submissive students who listen to instructions unconditionally and are punished for thinking outside of the box. However, this conflicts with what colleges are looking for from students. Creativity and motivation to become something more are what seem to be valued in every path past the high school classroom. So where does a student get these skills? From my experience studying abroad I have developed myself as a student and a person. I've learned to assert myself and find ways to manage my time. Let me explain.

First of all, it’s a great way to meet new people. I can definitely say that the people I have met in this program I will certainly never forget. They have made a lasting impact on my life and I have learned so much from them. I know that even after this program is over I will always keep in contact with them. Back home I sometimes struggle to make good friends quickly in new situations, but here that all changed. Everyone I met here was so kind and friendly and there was always an instant connection.

Studying abroad is an amazing opportunity and anybody who has the chance to should. The last three and a half months have been amazing for me and with two and a half weeks I still have so much to look forward to. At Alexander Muss I have experienced so much and learned so much about my people and my homeland.

In my expectations for Poland, everyone told me to be prepared for a really emotional week full of tears and sadness. I thought that the second we visited a camp I would be bawling. To my surprise, I didn’t have the reaction I thought I would. I didn’t cry at every sad or gloomy site. Some things affecting me more than others and some of them were very surprising.

My Holocaust education in the past was a bit confusing, for lack of a better word. In one way I knew a lot. I am a Jew, how could I not know the history of my people?

This is why Israel is a living classroom. Because I’m not just sitting at a desk, I go out into the world and see and experience the things that I learn about. By being in the land, I am connecting with the Jews who walked the same land, and discovering my Jewish identity.

A year ago today, Poland was a strange concept in my mind. I know that there were once millions of Jews in Poland, yet I had heard nothing but horror stories. I didn't know anything about the lives of the Jews living in Poland, nor did I understand the weight of the lives lost in the Shoah.

When I heard that we would be taking a tiyul to Poland I really didn’t know what to think or to expect. Was it wrong to be excited? Was it OK to not cry? What if it’s not the experience I had hoped for? These were all questions whirring around in my head.

After all this information and learning about the tragedy of the Holocaust, I had many expectations for our journey to Poland. I expected Poland to be so dark and gloomy. I hoped I could see the beauty in Poland, even though such a horrific event happened in this country.

As I reflect back on my week in Poland, I realize how much I learned compared to my what I knew before. I started studying the Shoah in third grade at Seattle Jewish Community School, but I didn't really get the big picture until now. Before Poland and the ten hour class period I only got the catch-phrases of World War Two (i.e. six million Jews, gas chambers, and the Nazi party). Now coming out of the trip I feel like I can have an educated conversation with anybody about World War Two.

I thought Poland was such a life changing trip for me, being able to walk around all the cities and camps was such different scenery. The camps were like a different world, fenced in by some barbed wire and wood. Throughout the entire week my main thought was just confusion.

Poland was not an easy experience. It was an emotional and educational opportunity that Jewish kids my age usually don’t get. There were a lot of ups and downs. As I learned about the Shoah in depth, it changed my perspective on life.

When I arrived at Birkenau, a full 75 years after he did, I was stunned to see one of the most beautiful sights ever. It was like the Devil cloaked in an angel’s outfit. Birkenau was an extraordinarily majestic sight. It was also massive. The immensity of Birkenau made it so hard for me to connect to the fact that I was walking the same ground that my grandfather worked and that my relatives were murdered. To be honest, I was so overwhelmed by the size that I felt that I was just walking in a park. There were only very few memoirs of its torturous past. The latrines, cattle car, tracks, barbed wire, guard towers, and destroyed crematorium are all that’s left. In a different world, it could have been a campground. The literal only place in all of Birkenau that I felt sharp emotion that wasn’t anger at the hyper-casual people and disrespectful teenagers was when I told the story of my grandfather at a pit that he may have worked in. But even then, I didn’t feel much.

When we went to Auschwitz we got to look through “ the book of names” some called it the book of death and that was just a horrendous feeling seeing this huge book with hundreds and hundreds of pages. In the book of names, I have never seen so many of my last name in the same place and multiple pages of my last name and I thought to myself any of those could have been related to me or it could have been me in this time I could have gone through this suffering.

I believe this journey taught me a lesson not only about the country, but also about life; it is not only impossible, but often downright incorrect to see things in black and white. Going forward, I will try my best to consider every side of conflicts and form accurate, well-educated opinions without making generalizations or ignoring inconvenient complexities.

Before AMHSI, I had surface level knowledge of Poland and the Shoah. To put that statement into perspective, I couldn't even point out Poland on a map, and I didn't know the difference between death, concentration, and labor camps. What I did know was that Poland had an immense and thriving Jewish community however, the majority of them were killed when put into ghettos and camps. In fact, my great grandparents emigrated from Poland because it was too dangerous to be living as a Jew there.

The past week in Poland was definitely the most intense and emotional experience of my life and it is one that I will remember forever. In one short week, we saw, learned and experienced so much, not only about the Holocaust but about Jewish life in Poland throughout history. Every day was long and filled with traveling, notes, sites, and many emotions. In our journey through Polish Jewish history, we spent a lot of time in cemeteries, and through this trip, I learned what a truly special place a cemetery is. Previously, cemeteries were always solemn, slightly uncomfortable places for me, where you pay your respects and don’t raise your voice. But last week we visited all different kinds of grave sites, creating a wide variety of emotional experiences.