Hayden’s Exchage Story – “Just Do It”

21 de March de 2017

Hayden Exchange StudentAlways as a child, my mum told me that to properly live, one must wander. As comfortable as the nest is, you probably won’t experience much hidden behind it. In 2014, armed with a 20kg suitcase I watched my mum fight back tears as I entered the International Terminal of Melbourne Airport.

It is a strange feeling to witness the world in front of you change. Even weirder is the feeling that you yourself are changing. For 11 months, Sweden threw all she had at me. Now, writing this I see how such an impressionable mind has been changed – for the better.

Technologies such as the internet are bringing the world closer. So now, more than ever, it is vital that we adapt to our globalizing world by developing our cultural and linguistic knowledge. Apart from the job (and travel) opportunities of knowing another language, it’s also a great party trick. Learning a language in another country is a lot easier and more fun than learning it at school. As an adult, learning a new language is much harder, and adult responsibilities limit the freedom to travel.

My life would never have been the same if I never left our corner of the world. In my future travels I now have accommodation in lands as exotic as Mexico and India, as a result of meeting other exchange students in Sweden. I would have never expected to be able to climb a mountain in the Arctic Circle. Battling wind and snow surrounded by a group of some of the kindest, adventurous and most loving teenagers from around the world. I no longer fear judgement. I no longer worry about talking to strangers. I no longer fear being myself. I overcame more than most do in their lives through my exchange, and I was only 16.

You don’t have to watch Shia LaBeouf’s “Just do it” video to be inspired to study abroad. It’s more than just travelling. It’s more than just school. It’s more than just an adventure. My host mother always told me, that when I am old and rocking on a chair and I recall the 5 best things in my life, my exchange year would be one of them. I could travel, but then I wouldn’t see the real culture. The jewels of a country are the people, and being an exchange student I met these people, lived with them and gained an in depth understanding of them. A simple thing such as table manners can sometimes only be learnt by living with the people of that country.

You will learn more in one year on exchange, than you will learn in a life time at home. “Just do it”.

Her exchange was 47 years ago, but still is very much a part of her

16 de June de 2014

Story By Janelle Holt, State Coordinator of Queensland

Images by Risto Petäjäniemi

As a YFU volunteer I am often asked, “What will I get out of traveling overseas” or “Why should I host a foreign student?”  Those questions do not leave me stumped because, to me, the answer is as natural as breathing.  “You will gain another family.”

Forty-seven years ago I travelled to Finland as a YFU exchange student.  I was seventeen and had never been far from my Michigan farm or my family.  June 1968 I boarded a plane in Detroit and flew into the unknown.  I felt excitement, but also angst.  I asked myself, “What have I gotten myself into?”

Images by Risto Petäjäniemi
Images by Risto Petäjäniemi

My home was in Rovaniemi, Finland with Olavi and Kerttu Lahtinen.  I became their fifth child, as they had four of their own, Kirsti (18), Veikko (15), Ritva (11) and Heikki (8).  Rovaniemi is located just ten kilometres south of the Arctic Circle.  This far north never gets completely dark in summer nor light in the winter.

The early days of exchange I was terribly homesick and in 1968 there was no internet and long distance telephone calls were expensive.  The only connection with home were letters that arrived by post.  To ease my homesickness, my host mom climbed the stairs to my room each morning to bring my letters and a cup of tea.  Years later I came to understand just how pampered I had been.

Early in my exchange my senses were on overload.  As summer wore on I became familiar with the sights, sounds, and smells of my new home.  I woke each morning to the aroma of Karjalan Piiraka (Karelian Rice Pies).  My mom made them to sell at the local markets.  It was a foreign smell to me at first, but as summer progressed I came to love waking to the smell of those pies.  Now if I smell of those pies baking, I’m transported to my days in Kerttu’s kitchen.

Kerttu and Olavi spoke no English and I did not speak Finnish.  We learned to communicate with hand gestures, looks, or in other ways.  One day Olavi was eating clabbered milk.  It is a soured, unpasteurized raw milk that was left in a temperature and humidity controlled environment.  It looks thick and elastic, similar to hot mozzarella cheese.  Never having liked milk, I found this particularly disgusting.  My father, generously, offered me a taste.  I wrinkled my nose and shook my head.  His loud voice boomed, “Hyvää”, which I knew to be the word for “good’.  I again shook my head and said,  “no hyvää” and we both laughed.  To this day I have never forgotten that word, or my ‘conversation’ with my host father.

Summer passed, and I was more and more comfortable in my adopted home.  I felt truly cared for me and part of the family.  They seemed to enjoy having another child in their midst.  As the day of my departure neared, I felt a tugging on my heart.  It was such a bittersweet feeling.  I wanted to return home to my friends and family, but I also didn’t want to leave.

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Host Siblings

Years melted away after returning home, but I never forgot my Finnish family.  Admittedly, as a teenager and young adult I became more self-involved and lost touch with my Finnish family for many years.  Once I became 30, though, and had a child of my own I decided that I wanted to rediscover my family in Finland.  On a chance I wrote a letter and sent it to the house address in Rovaniemi.  Luck was with me because Heikki, my little 8 year old brother, was now grown, married and living in the house.  He told the family immediately that I had written.  Soon letters were going back and forth through the post.

One day I received a package.  In it was a videotape that the family had made for me.  Each family member spoke to me and showed me their homes and their families.  Time had changed how everyone looked, but their hearts were still connected to mine.  I cherish that video because it was the last that I would ever see my father, Olavi.  He passed away before I could return to visit.

The connection has stayed strong for nearly thirty years now.  I have visited my family several times.  I have gone to celebrate birthdays and participated in the Christenings of my great niece and great nephew.  I took my son there when he was eight to meet Kerttu, his ‘mummo’ and the rest of the ever-growing family.  My son and mother communicated without words and it was magic.

Through the years my four siblings grew and had children.  I now have two brothers, two sisters, two nieces, five nephews, five great-nieces and three great-nephews.  My family keeps growing and filling my heart with joy.

One of my most special memories, though, was when Kerttu, Kirsti, and Ritva travelled from Finland to Florida to celebrate my 50th birthday.  Kerttu was 75 years old and had never been to the U.S!  The fact that they went to so much effort and expense to spend that time with me made it the best birthday I’ve ever had!

YFU exchange is not just about the spending months overseas, learning another language or getting to see sights you’ve only read about.  Exchange is about opening your heart, taking in new sights, sounds, and smells, sharing another language, and living a life different than your own.

For this reason, when asked “why go on exchange”, or “why host an exchange student”, I speak from the heart.

“It will help you grow.  It will enrich your mind.  It will change your life.”

Mia in the USA – My experience at Prom

16 de June de 2014

Credit: Mia in the USA
Credit: Mia in the USA

When the day of my High School Prom arrived I was astonished at how rapidly time had flown by. Throughout the day my friend and I got together to accessorise our outfits and select our hairstyles, for the upcoming night. We were both so impatient and thrilled for the next few hours to go by, as we helped each other with every minuscule detail, perfecting our desired outfits. In the late afternoon, my date named Tyler picked me up from my house. He’s suit had a touch of pink in it, purposely to coordinate my dress and I received a corsage, which matched my dress perfectly. We headed to Tyler’s house to have photos such as this one taken. Additionally, we headed to a friends house to have group photos taken. Evidently pictures were a large part of the Prom experience, which I hadn’t been aware of. Although my expectations were based on movies, I was surprised at the fact that there were hardly any decorations and nor a bowl of punch! We were seated at tables at the beginning on the night and then we danced until midnight. The night didn’t end there because the night concluded with a large sleepover which incorporated late night swimming, and heaps of food. It was a fantastic event, which I will likely cherish for the rest of my life.