There's No Place Like Nols - Andrea Badillo '21

We saw a bear twice. We forgot how to use our phones. It was magical and absolutely unforgettable. Thus, there are infinite ways I can write about NOLS that I honestly do not even know where to begin. I had never hiked a day in my life before this trip. I also camped once, two streets down from my house with a friend in her backyard. Does that count? Regardless, it is clear that in terms of outdoor skills, I was not prepared.

However, I knew I was physically capable since I have played sports and been active throughout my life. I was also genuinely excited to see all of the beautiful scenery of Wyoming’s backcountry. I find joy in photography, and this was my first opportunity to explore a setting like such. I was aware that there were going to be challenges. But, I also knew all of that would be so insignificant in comparison to how much I would grow. That mentality allowed me to discover strengths in me I didn’t know existed. I can summarize these lessons with three simple phrases.

Empty your cup. By going in with a genuine acceptance that I had yet to learn plenty in order to have a successful trip, I was able to thrive in circumstances completely foreign to me. To empty my cup was to have a growth-oriented mindset from day one. It is not to say that I did not struggle; of course, I did. The first time I attempted to build a tent, it took me an hour. The first time I cooked using that stove, I couldn’t get the lighter to work and I eventually burnt the cheesy bagels we were having for breakfast. And, how was my first hike? Oh my god, that was dreadful! Muscles I did not even think I had were aching. My hips were throbbing and my left shoulder was killing me. I was disillusioned with my surprisingly weak level of athletic resistance; it was horrible. I also couldn’t figure out a map for the life of me. Yet, what helped me overcome those and many more struggles was this simple phrase: “empty your cup.” I had to be conscious of how little I knew about these outdoor skills in order to learn and digest them. I had to be ready to fail before succeeding. That is why I started hiking with a map in my hand every day since the fourth hike until the very end. It helped me visualize all those contour lines and figures that seemed so unfamiliar beforehand. I sought feedback from the instructors on our tasks and somehow ended up being voted as one of the two designated leaders for our Independent Student Group Expedition (i.e. ISGE) during those last two days. It was definitely an accomplishment and one that I take pride in. Well, we got lost and ended up walking 25 miles with giant blisters on our feet, but that’s another story. We made it out alive, and all the teasing afterwards made the intense ordeal pretty worthwhile… Anyway, the fact that the group actually voted for me in the first place helped me see the fruits of my effort in something I had no prior knowledge of. Now, thanks to this mentality, I believe in that cliché that anything is possible with time and effort. I intend to think this way when I encounter that Organic Chemistry class in the near future.

Go as a river. When you’re stuck twenty-three days creating friendships with strangers in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming, you have to follow this rule. Conflict is inevitable. I have always thought that being surrounded by diversity is indispensable for an enriching lifestyle. But, there were certainly times during this trip that I did not want to accept this truth. Nonetheless, by keeping the essence of this phrase present in my mind, I learned how to be patient and calm when the situation deemed it necessary. While making difficult decisions when scouting rivers, choosing hiking routes, or even picking who was the one who had to go get water for your cook group, I had to overcome frustration by going as a river. Respect for others’ opinions and beliefs was crucial for a productive community, what we constituted during those three weeks and a half. I even believed in going as a river with even more intention than respect. I believed in it as a celebration and appreciation for the hardships that made us all stronger. It is not to say that being firm should be discouraged at all times. But, having a narrow tolerance would have definitely drowned the potential for growth that this trip granted to those who were willing to take advantage of it. To do so, I had to go as a river during adversity.

Remember to look up. This was ultimately my favorite phrase. This is the mentality I most want to live by for the rest of my life. I put my whole heart into religiously following this dogma, and it was thus the primary catalyst of the overwhelming abundance of laughter, joy, and fun I experienced during NOLS. It is so easy to get distracted in this world, society, and time that we live in. Technology, consumerism, and capitalism dismally govern our relationships, and it can become almost impossible to realign the way you inhale the act of living. People are so preoccupied with cellphone screens and social media posts that they forget to just look up. It can get even worse when you do not have those distractions available to you and all you can do is think about them. I have to admit I am also a victim of this. Undoubtedly, there were moments that I would crave my iPhone, but whenever that would cross my mind, I would look up. And when I’d look up, I’d see pure magic.

Thanks to NOLS and the Levine Scholarship Program, I was able to go twenty-three days without showering, washing my hair, looking at myself in the mirror; without watching television, scrolling through endless social media; without the only world I knew. I was able to have this concealed blessing of discovering everything my tiny world and all these distractions hid from me. For twenty-three days, I was solely surrounded by surreal views of mountains, lakes, flowers, rivers, valleys, and beautiful skies. I shared my days with the freshness of air, coldness of snow, the warmth of the sun, the greenness of the trees. There, I found myself more connected to life than ever. I felt my heart pump and my lungs inhale almost metaphysically. Nothing about this type of life was artificial or man-made. Rather, everything was undisturbed, pure, and showed me how human we all are. It even made me re-affirm my faith and my unwoven belief that there has to be a Creator above us, watching us enjoy His works.

NOLS helped me become a more patient, positive, and present individual. It reminded me of the many wonders that society and distractions can obscure if you let them. It showed me how to overcome stress in an effective manner and how to celebrate both diversity and the reality that learning experiences will never cease to exist if you decide to live your life in a boundless search for them. These are the acquired skills I want to ingrain in my actions and identity during my future as a Levine Scholar. I truthfully wouldn’t have wanted to discover them any other way. 

上海的经验 The Shanghai Experience - Sydney Welch '19

               Here’s some background about me: I am the first and only daughter with two younger brothers and I am from a small rural town in the foothills of North Carolina.  Now, I would like you to take a moment and imagine my parents’ reactions when I said the following sentence; “Mom? Dad? I’m going to Shanghai, China for a month this summer.” I would say that your imagined scenario would not be far from the truth. They were excited, of course, for me to gain more global experience, but equally terrified that I would get sick or injured or that the world would spontaneously combust in the time that I was abroad.  So, fast forward through several rounds of optional-to-everyone-else-but-not-to-you-young-lady vaccinations, packing list after packing list, and lots of hugs and prayers, my beautiful biological family sent me off with my beautiful LSP family to the wondrous world of The East. 

             There really is no way to holistically describe what my first major trip abroad was like.  Shanghai is lightning-paced in the race to modernity, but respectful of history.  It is westernized, but saturated with tradition and culture.  She is interlaced with ideas of structure and organization, but rich with diversity of experience and lifestyle.  We began to realize these things as all 18 of us students woke up in this incredible, yet contradictory, city that first morning.  From there, we started our journey for the next three and a half weeks.  We got to eat, sleep, breathe, and live in the city that we were studying during lecture in the mornings.   We rode to the top of the second-tallest building in the world, Shanghai Tower, to see the breathtaking views of urbanization that seemed to extend to the ends of the earth.  We walked through museums that showed Shanghai’s history and connection with other cultures, including the Jewish Refugee Museum and the Wuzhen water town. And, we saw museums that exhibited Shanghai’s progress and future, like the Shanghai Planning Museum.  We also took class trips to places like the Yu Gardens, the Bund, Suzhou, the French Concession, Xintiandi, and the Disney Research Lab to learn about Shanghai’s past and its future in sustainability, infrastructure, and overall urban planning. 

           Although these were all unforgettable activities, the most magical parts of the Shanghai Experience weren’t the lectures or the museums or even visiting Shanghai Disney (believe it or not!).  The most captivating moments were those that didn’t seem to be capital-M Moments at all.  They were the times that we spent squished against the glass in the metro during rush hour, or when we wandered down West Nanjing street and suddenly, the downtown skyline opened up before our very eyes.  Or when we traveled in loud-American-style groups to the shawarma place across the street to grab a bite to eat of the most ambiguously labeled, but most delicious meat wraps you would have ever tasted. We watched the annual Dragonboat races and made plans to race next year.  The wind made curly halos out of our hair while we overlooked a massive wetland restoration site.  We tasted snail, fried scorpions, black ice cream, and Big Macs.  Moments like these are the ones that brought us closer together as a group, but also provided unending opportunities to try new things and push ourselves out of our comfort zones, and that’s exactly what happened. They were the times where I could really get to know myself, the unbelievably beautiful city, and my wildly fun classmates. 

           I learned so much during my trip to Shanghai.  Academically, I learned about how history and culture affects urban planning, public health, infrastructure, and sustainability.  I also learned about how important it is to the Shanghainese to retain their own identity and history while integrating western culture, ideas, and practices.  We studied how Shanghai will continue to operate in the future and how its unique position within China and the world makes it a global city.  I am forever grateful to our incredible professors for providing us with that information and experience.  However, I also learned lots outside the classroom.  I learned how to travel on my own in an unfamiliar country, I learned how important the pictures are on menus that have ZERO English titles, and I learned how absolutely vital it is to be present and an actual participant in your surroundings.  Without that last one, I don’t think I would have appreciated the Bund at night, or lovely little schoolchildren who only want to talk about hamburgers, or the experiences and feelings and thoughts of the other 17 students with me.  We truly became a small tribe on this trip and made memories that I will never forget.  我爱你 to the Levine Program, my fellow world travelers, and of course, to the living, breathing, gorgeous Shanghai. 

(我爱你 is pronounced wo ai ni in Mandarin and means I love you!)

A Levine Scholar and a Dance Major - Lauren Tooley '20

Nothing is better than seeing people's reactions when I tell them that yes, I am a Levine Scholar but yes, I am also a dance major.  Some people are intrigued, some are confused, and most think that I am going to open my own dance studio (I'm not).

Choosing to be a dance major seemed obvious to me, as I have danced all my life.  I am combining it with a marketing degree to have something "practical" that will diversify my education and help with getting hired upon graduation.  However, my dance major is really what has made my time here at UNCC challenging, rewarding, and enjoyable.

Funnily enough, I tried to hide my dance major from LSP when I was applying.  I told them I was interested in business, but I put dance on my original UNCC application.  At finalist weekend, I sat down at my table for dinner and I met with Dr. Amato, the director of the Business Honors Program, and Dr. Amin, an assistant professor in the dance department.  I was pleasantly surprised to have my two intended majors represented at the table. This was only the beginning of the support and encouragement I have received from LSP about my uncommon major.

Now that I am one year into my time at UNCC, I am so happy with my decision.  Because of the advising I have received, I have been able to combine both majors and fill my schedule with exciting opportunities and activities.  I performed in the spring dance show, attained an internship on campus with a start-up company, and joined multiple student organizations in both the business and dance fields.  Being a student at UNCC, especially being a Levine Scholar, means that your opportunities are endless and the only one preventing you from doing the things you want is yourself.

Not Your Average Alternative Spring Break - Kevin Smith '20

On March 5^th, 2017, nine Levine Scholars from the Classes of 2019 and 2020 departed Charlotte, NC on their way to Lewisburg, West Virginia for the program’s first-ever Alternative Spring Break trip.  Accompanied by the LSP Director, Dr. Zablotsky, the LSP Scholar Coordinator, Billy Roosenberg, and an integral LSP consultant, Richard Smith, the 12 members set out not to achieve success but to create a lasting impact on a community in need of a helping hand.

I can’t speak for the group, but I had no idea what we were about to experience. We had prepared well for the trip by hosting multiple orientation sessions and recruiting experienced faculty from the Geography Department just to educate us on the Appalachian region. We became familiar with where we would be, but there is no preparation for the type of people we might expect to meet. Upon arrival, we met the director of Almost Heaven Habitat for Humanity—Lori Greene. She welcomed us to West Virginia and briefed us on our team leads for the week-long project as well as the work we would be doing. It was unsurprising to learn that teamwork was going to crucial for the week ahead—between the Habitat work and the preparation of meals, we had to be efficient with our time and communicate effectively to make a difference.

Our first trip to the work site was Monday morning. The work began with a meaningful prayer by Team Lead Luther (known to many by the name of Lord Luther). This tradition would carry on for the remaining days of work. We would arrive early, get briefed on our assignment, and participate on a group prayer lead by Luther. The group prayers were a fantastic metaphor of our presence in West Virginia and that’s why I looked forward to them as my favorite part of the day. We came together and, with a similar goal in mind, set our attention on the job at hand.

Lewisburg, West Virginia was not randomly selected as our alternative Spring Break location. We were there to help families who experienced excessive flood damage to their previous homes. Habitat works with these families and provides them extremely-low interest rates so that they can begin to live a normal life again and still maintain the title of homeowner. While working inside the house, you could find the future homeowner busy on job assignments of her own. She painted, measured, and consulted a number of projects within the home. That’s one of the reasons this trip hit home for so many of us because of who benefits the most from this trip.

We showered in a different facility from the one we slept in. It wasn’t an inconvenience though, because we shared the showers with other groups working in Lewisburg to make a difference. Communicating with these folks helped to remind me of the kindness of people. I made the decision to go to West Virginia based fractionally on the lack of activities I planned for Spring Break, but the other groups made the conscious decision to come, not because they had nothing better to do, but to improve the lives of others and that’s important.

We had  a few extracurricular during the trip, but the most representative one was our Tuesday night trip to the Heritage Music Hall and here is where we meet Pauline, an 81-year old widow from Monroe County (she drove 30 minutes to get here and wouldn’t let us forget that!) She divulged to us that very few of the women present tonight were actually married despite their multiple dances with one man. She explained this to us in an effort to display the dominance the men have over their favorite women. While not representative of the whole of West Virginia, this idea resonated with me the rest of the trip. I believe it’s a side-effect of the deep-rooted culture of the Appalachian region, but there are a plethora of articles out there right now explaining just how wrong I am with that observation.

What a week it was! From exploring caves to swinging sledgehammers, the Levine Scholars Inaugural Alternative Spring Break was a success. Everywhere we went, we received thank-you’s for the work we were doing. If you asked any of the nine scholars (including myself) if they would do it again, I’m positive all nine would confirm. Habitat loved us so much that Lori asked us to sign an agreement for next year! While we politely declined Lori, be on the lookout for more Alternative Spring Breaks from the Levine Scholars Program in the future.

Attending the Women's March on Washington - Casey Aldridge '17

On Saturday, January 21, 2017, I took to the streets of Washington, D.C. with anywhere between five hundred thousand and one million marchers as part of the Women's March on Washington. Caroline Fowle, Addy Goff, and I carpooled together on Thursday evening to prepare for and attend the march. When Saturday morning came, the metro was packed over capacity, as more people flooded to the mall than had the day before for the Inauguration. I've been to some massive protests before, including the People's Climate March in New York City in 2014, but I don't think I have ever seen this many people in one place. As far as one could see was a crowded but beautiful sea of pink hats and protest signs.

Several other Levine Scholars and Alumni attended the march, some of whom I did not realize were in Washington until I saw protest photos on Instagram or Facebook later that evening. I was -- to my knowledge -- the only Levine Scholar at the D.C. march to not identify as a woman or as female. The scope of the march, however, was by no means limited to any single issue or constituency. Janelle Monáe led the crowd in her #BlackLivesMatter anthem, "Hell You Talmbout." Native American demonstrators made their presence known, carrying the slogans of the movement in Standing Rock for clean water and against the North Dakota Access Pipeline. Muslims, Jews, atheists, and Christians marched together against religious bigotry. LGBT folks voiced their concerns and their demands in the face of the new administration. Many immigrants at the march carried signs declaring that they were "undocumented and unafraid." 

The march was a beautiful reminder of what our world can look like, even if it doesn't look that way today. Millions across the United States marched that day, in Los Angeles, Chicago, Austin, New York, and Charlotte, just to name a few. I knew family, friends, and fellow Levine Scholars at the march in Charlotte, which drew nearly twenty thousand people. The numbers, of course, are less important than the people themselves. It was an honor to march with friends and make new friends in the streets at the Women's March, and to be present in their frustration, anger, fear, sadness, and defiant joy. Feminism and other justice-oriented social movements flexed their muscles on January 21, and that ought to be encouraging to us all.