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Kristen Lee

Kristen is passionate about writing, ethics, and service that caters to the dignity of those she serves. She is involved in finding a just public education system and delivering the best care to those in need. During her bridge year, she hopes to strengthen her religious faith, become fluent in Portuguese, learn how to cook, and observe urban migration.


by the side of highway BR-116

April 11, 2014

By the side of highway BR – 116, I pull open my rickety gate, careful to make as little noise as possible as not to wake my host family. As I step onto my street, the morning sun hits my face. I squint my eyes, blinded by white light. I avert my gaze to my...

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the single story of Brazil

December 30, 2013

I remember one evening back at Stanford University during Fall Training, the entire Global Citizen Year Brazil cohort sat down for a dinner together. One of our Team Leaders at the time asked us what came to mind when we thought of Brazil – beaches, samba, Rio de Janeiro, favelas, the Amazon, futebol, “BRIC” country status....

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"being" vs. "doing"

December 5, 2013

Not all of a gap year is glamorous. I spend a lot of time alone. I spend a lot of time sitting under the sun. I spend a lot of time being confused. I spend a lot of time waiting. I spend a lot of time thinking. I spend a lot of time sweating while...

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um mês

October 10, 2013

A month can be a lot of things – a compilation of trials and tribulations, yes, but with an acknowledgement of overall progress. A month is a time period long enough to make broader goals, long enough to make lasting friendships, long enough to track progress, long enough to be tricked into thinking we have more time. Yet it,...

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um ano

July 19, 2013

My name is Kristen Lee. I am seventeen years old and a recent graduate of Carrboro High School. I was born and raised in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Two years ago, I began considering the option of taking a year off before college, a gap or bridge year. But more than that, I began recognizing...

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