<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:49:58.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Details about the Aussie Posse and Chopstick Chicas</title><subtitle type='html'>Thanks for visiting my blog!  I'm a first timer at this, but I'll be writing about my travels to Australia and China for the Olympic Games.  Hopefully I can make my journaling interesting, insightful and amusing so you keep coming back to read more...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-3256079723340971077</id><published>2008-08-30T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:44:06.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it home.  All went off without a hitch (except that one of my bags was delivered a little late.)  I'm home in Sigourney, Iowa for Labor Day weekend, then it's back to Columbia to start school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who followed my blog, and to those who have already given me a warm welcome home.  I was really touched by all the hugs, prayers, and emails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-3256079723340971077?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/3256079723340971077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=3256079723340971077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/3256079723340971077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/3256079723340971077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-6514682484207341276</id><published>2008-08-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:01:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Stretch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsTbva1OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cnnPHMeO84c/s1600-h/n15925245_39611339_7789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsTbva1OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cnnPHMeO84c/s320/n15925245_39611339_7789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239072085147047138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsU8na45I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JMj1m8tUyWw/s1600-h/n15925245_39611347_3591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsU8na45I/AAAAAAAAAH0/JMj1m8tUyWw/s320/n15925245_39611347_3591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239072111151735698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsVFL0rGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kXA3n6yFSnI/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsVFL0rGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kXA3n6yFSnI/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239072113451904098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsVZu6rLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uvCdCEF6cjg/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsVZu6rLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uvCdCEF6cjg/s320/IMG_0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239072118967807154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I thought my dreams had come true by just working at the Olympics, I was wrong.  Twice last week I somehow made it into parties with Olympic medalists.  I held and kissed a bronze and gold medal, respectively.  I'm still in shock of what I accomplished.  Here's how it went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 21st I worked the morning shift and didn't have to work until the night shift the next day (I would have a whole 24 hours off), so we thought we'd try to have a little fun.  We had heard about this Club Bud, which is a party lasting the duration of the Olympics sponsored by Budweiser.  This was apparently where all the athletes go to hang out after hours.  A couple of our friends had gotten in the night before, so we took our chances.  Somehow, we talked our way in.  When I passed through security right behind a Swiss team, I had that kind of excitement that bubbles up and closes off your throat.  I couldn't laugh, just smiled with all my teeth showing.  Then we realized that we should try to fit in.  I devised a story that I competed in the Triathlon and came a disappointing 26th, but was happy I made it to the Games... hahahah But since there were about 90% athletes there, people ate it up.  I met the New Zealand hockey team, some Australian hand ball players and kayakers, some Spanish rowers, etc.  I also saw Bershawn Jackson again, the US bronze 400m hurdles medalist, whom I had gotten a picture with in the Bird's Nest (see above).  Also making an appearance was Vince Vaugn (actor from Wedding Crashers and several other movies).  Couldn't get a picture with him because I was gawking in disbelief.  The second best part?  The entire night was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 23rd was my last day at field hockey.  The men's gold medal match was between Germany and Spain.  After a somewhat sloppy match, but tight score, Germany prevailed as the unexpected champions.  Most countries have a "house" set up during the Olympics for sponsors to hand stuff out and for the athletes and fans to celebrate.  So- what the heck- we decided to try to get into the German house to celebrate the victory.  Stephanie, Wendy, Sam, Andrew and I took a cab over there, only to be turned away.  But we are American- do we give up that fast??? NO.  Wendy went to the security and after about 10 min of sweet talking and explaining that we were with the press, they finally gave in.  We were told that it is usually about 200 Euro to enter, but tonight was free and more lenient because of the gold medal victory.  After giving finger prints and getting photo IDs made (see pic of Sam and I), we were let into the party.  A huge outdoor area was set up with all you can eat, loud music, and Germans everywhere.  It was a little awkward at first, being the only Americans in a house full of Germans, but as the dancing started, no one seemed to mind.  Inside on the dance floor, the gold medalists and their fans sang about "Deutschland" at the top of their lungs.  We tried to sing along in German.. ha.  One of the players, Philip Witte, talked with us and when I asked if I could hold his gold medal he said I could kiss it if I wanted.  This picture is included!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I had both these experiences- it's so different seeing the athletes outside of their sports.  Seeing their celebrations made it seem so much more real.  I can only begin to imagine what it feels like to be an Olympic champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm packing to go home!  We're having one last Peking Duck feast tonight and then heading to the airport tomorrow at noon.  I will be landing in St. Louis around 8pm on Thursday.  So according to the flight plan, my trip should only be about 4 hours!!!  I wish.  It'll actually be about 15 hours, I think.  Stinkin' time delay.  Thanks to everyone who read my blog, I'll be writing my final post after my arrival on US soil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-6514682484207341276?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/6514682484207341276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=6514682484207341276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6514682484207341276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6514682484207341276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-stretch.html' title='The Home Stretch...'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SLTsTbva1OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cnnPHMeO84c/s72-c/n15925245_39611339_7789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-6285421337569876627</id><published>2008-08-18T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:48:58.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Record Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4mtXjntI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TJcg6MicTRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4mtXjntI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TJcg6MicTRQ/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270860668739282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4nEcOmfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9JykRF7dCE8/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4nEcOmfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9JykRF7dCE8/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270866862348786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4nTSU6XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Oo3GHSGW4ik/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4nTSU6XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Oo3GHSGW4ik/s320/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270870847351154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4oB0jFbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VjV0QjqwmGw/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4oB0jFbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VjV0QjqwmGw/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270883338917298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4oyrKPHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Bg2wJ4G4Mgo/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4oyrKPHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Bg2wJ4G4Mgo/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236270896452877426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little weird to say that, in a way, being at the Olympics in person makes it all seem a little less magical.  On TV you get to see all the little athlete bios and sappy music and camera shots of the family crying at the medal ceremony.  When you're here, it's different.  Don't get me wrong, it's magical in it's own way.  When you're here the courts all look a little smaller, the track a little shorter, and the people less intimidating.  You realize that it's just real people playing real sports.  When I saw Federer and Nadal they just look like ordinary men, but with extraordinary talent.  But the atmosphere is something you can't feel through a TV screen.  The broadcasters don't show the lines at the bathroom or food stand, they don't capture the frenzy of the press workroom or the mixed zone, they don't show the scalpers outside the venue or the half time shows.  And the biggest part is all the sounds.  On TV you can't hear the conversations in 10 different languages around you or music on the loudspeakers at the entrance gate or the Germans singing a sloppy victory song after several beers.  Being here makes you actually feel the enormity of it all.  I could never have imagined.  It's truly the biggest event in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note- I was able to see a couple of events this week.  First, on the 14th, I saw the beginning of the USA vs. Canada softball game.  I've always watched Jennie Finch and Crystal Bustos on TV, but it was so cool to see their pre-game warm up rituals. (see pics)  They do all the same stuff we did- stretching together, practice lead-offs, fielding/batting practice, etc (but at a higher level, of course!)  The game got off to a rocky start with Canada scoring in the first inning off an error.  We had great seats as it was, and then this American guy told my friends and I that we could come sit in the front row with him since his friends hadn't shown up.  We were front row, first baseline with a guy who turned out to be kinda crazy.  He looked like he had been in the army and yelled for the team like he had been, too.  I thought the veins in his neck were going to explode from the pressure of his vocal chords.  Anyway, in the 3rd inning the skies opened up and flooded the stadium.  We waited for awhile, but had work that afternoon so were not able to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th, Mizzou surprised us with track tickets for the night session.  BOCOG (Beijing Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games) bought them for all the international volunteers.  We sat in the 2nd tier and were able to see the whole track.  Since we had block seating our U-S-A chants could actually be heard amidst the China chant that goes- Jia You! Zhong quo! (Come on! China!)  It was obvious that the session was building up toward the men's 100m final.  The race that now takes less than 10 seconds lasted for 15 minutes.  The pump up music, the lengthy introductions, the drawn out rituals for getting into the blocks.  I had my camera ready to take a video and the crowd went silent for the first time that night.  Everyone held their breath.  Then the gun- the crowd now at its loudest roar.  Our section watched as the world record was smashed by Usain Bolt with a 9.69s, while the USA squeaked out a 3rd place finish.  Although the Americans didn't win, it was hard not to be happy for the Jamaican.  The loudspeakers were filled with Reggae music and the stands celebrated a new world record.  It's still sinking in that I was able to witness that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I'm dragging a bit because I'm working back to back shifts- 3-midnight yesterday and 6:30am-3pm today.  But I can't complain.  I switched because I have tickets to the track session tonight.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  I was talking to a reporter from Pakistan a few days ago who is writing a very unique story about the next generation of Chinese families.  Because of the 'one child policy' no one will have aunts, uncles or cousins.  Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-6285421337569876627?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/6285421337569876627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=6285421337569876627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6285421337569876627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6285421337569876627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-little-weird-to-say-that-in-way.html' title='In Record Time'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKr4mtXjntI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TJcg6MicTRQ/s72-c/IMG_0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-6089700590928817254</id><published>2008-08-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:21:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7Eow81iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RL5xcJEdmSI/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7Eow81iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RL5xcJEdmSI/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234021774038717986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7Eu_ToYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/G_iLTZz5RdI/s1600-h/n1308270134_30770992_8905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7Eu_ToYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/G_iLTZz5RdI/s320/n1308270134_30770992_8905.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234021775709544834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7FFcCXfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ekYr_fAmZrs/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7FFcCXfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ekYr_fAmZrs/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234021781735628274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7FaixoTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5qkk3Mz5Dvs/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7FaixoTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5qkk3Mz5Dvs/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234021787401036082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo is of me watching Federer practice before the Games.  Yes, it is him.  He is even better looking in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next is of me at a mock press conference during training.  Embracing the peace sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the press workroom I work at each day (minus the journalists and chaos), which was taken during training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the food we eat each day, twice a day at our venues.  You make the judgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-6089700590928817254?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/6089700590928817254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=6089700590928817254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6089700590928817254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6089700590928817254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-few-more-pictures.html' title='Just a few more pictures...'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL7Eow81iI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RL5xcJEdmSI/s72-c/IMG_0770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-260848455967910440</id><published>2008-08-12T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:11:34.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Games begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL42njxWqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WIbIz82jJQY/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL42njxWqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WIbIz82jJQY/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234019334173579938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL43OS770I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MWfubqphL44/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL43OS770I/AAAAAAAAAGM/MWfubqphL44/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234019344571952962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL43QaUOCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ruX9en2m9JE/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL43QaUOCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ruX9en2m9JE/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234019345139775522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL43vf5ehI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Be4btSAbCks/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL43vf5ehI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Be4btSAbCks/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234019353484687890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not writing in a while.  Let me recap a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a raffle last week in our field hockey venue for tickets to the opening ceremony rehearsal (pic included).  For those of you who watched it, my favorite part was the opening with the light-up drums.  It really was a spectacular showing by China and the New York Times nailed it when they described it as "Lavish."  At the rehearsal (on the 6th) they did everything except the torch lighting and the fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of the opening ceremony a large group of us went to the Green near the stadium to watch it on the large jumbo screens.  With hundreds of us sitting on the street (many had waited for hours for a spot) 95 degree heat, the ceremony began.  But the TVs didn't show it.  This was the last straw for me.  The other girls stayed to wait 2 hours for the fireworks, but I went home. You see, I had been at a pizza restaurant the night before with a large group and my wallet had been stolen.  I had already spent all day looking for it, canceling cards, and figuring out how to get money.  Then, my water bottle leaked all over my bag and got my phone wet, so it didn't work (fortunately I let it dry out and it's working now).  I was fuming, sweating, and had to leave for work the next morning at 6:30 so I just took a cab home to watch it on TV.  This was actually a good idea because I'd already seen the rehearsal and on the TV I was able to see all the athletes and a close up of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field hockey games began on the 10th- let me walk you through my typical day.  At about 1:30pm I head to work and hang out in the press room until the journalists arrive around 4pm.  At that point, it's my responsibility to make sure they are taken care of.  I have to answer any question they throw at me.  And these are tired, hungry, time-crunched journalists- so any question is game.  They ask about food, bathrooms, the press tribune, how to fax things, what the daily schedule is, where to find a bus, etc.  And I'm basically their first line of fire when they have a problem.  My supervisor says, "Just smile, Kristine."  (I posted a pic of her at the help desk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies once the games start at 6pm.  It's so cool when I can hear the national anthems playing outside and watch it on the TV at the same time.  The US women (our men didn't qualify) are ranked 11 out of 12 and they tied Argentina, number 2, the other night!  I'd never seen this sport before the Games, but now I'm so into it!  After each game there is a press conference.  Sometimes, if they need help, I'm able to sit in and watch.  After the last press conference I get to leave.  I typically arrive home a little after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This schedule is long, but managable.  It will get hard tomorrow because I have a night shift right now and then have to turn around and leave for work by 5:30am.  Ahhh what I will do for the Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH- and did I mention that I got to sit in while Federer and Nadal practiced tennis?!  Yeah, the tennis courts are in the same venue as field hockey, so my accreditation allows me to get in there as well.  (I have a pic of me with Fed in the background, but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizzou hooked us up with beach volleyball tickets yesterday.  I saw LAT vs ARG and AUS vs ANG.  They also just told us that we will receive free tickets to track and field on the 16th.  This includes several finals AND- the men's 100m final!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-260848455967910440?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/260848455967910440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=260848455967910440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/260848455967910440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/260848455967910440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-games-begin.html' title='Let the Games begin!'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SKL42njxWqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WIbIz82jJQY/s72-c/IMG_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-5350668727125834129</id><published>2008-08-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:48:04.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens, Fragrance, and- you guessed it - food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS7Z2qzgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bXumLj29D8A/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS7Z2qzgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bXumLj29D8A/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318460254998018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS7-zqpMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ROqZVFWT5rQ/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS7-zqpMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ROqZVFWT5rQ/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318470174516418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS8BBLpjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AeucIlxreAk/s1600-h/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS8BBLpjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AeucIlxreAk/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318470768076338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS8jaAOeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ezOVk1pwr8w/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS8jaAOeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ezOVk1pwr8w/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230318479998990818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week straight of work, we finally had a couple days off!  Did we slow down?  Of course not.  Despite the heat, Regan, Stephanie, Sam, and I decided to check out the famous Beijing Botanical Gardens on Saturday.  Apparently, this is a much anticipated Olympic tourist spot, because all the gardens were decked out with bush sculptures of the events.  (I included a pic of the field hockey guy)  This place is so manicured it looks like a Better Homes and Gardens magazine!  In fact, as we were leaving, we witnessed a bridal fashion photo shoot going on...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we stayed the course by visiting the Fragrant Hills.  There are a few nice trails that lead you to the top of the hills (mountain is more like it.)  After two grueling hours of scaling the incline we made it to the top, not to be disappointed.  The view was spectacular (what I could see of it through the sweat cascading down my face.)  We lucked out with a rare clear day and were able to see miles of the mountain range.  The Fragrant Hills have several temples and Chinese-style pagodas you can hike to, but we only made it to a couple before we had to head down.  Oh yeah... we opted for the chair lift for the return trip.  I know, I know, we are young and able, but we really did have to get back for a meeting by 5:45!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so for my little food tid bit of the day... we went to a Peking Duck restaurant the other night and were not disappointed!  We had made reservations and they led us to a room we shared with one other family.  In China, it is rude to finish all your food.  It is an insult to the chef because it implies that they didn't feed you enough.  So the family of 5 next to us had mountains of food, but we ordered a whole duck for the four of us and cleaned our plates!  Can't quite grasp this concept.  The cultural differences at meal time are so huge, maybe this is why I talk about food so much.  Oh- and I don't think I've ever mentioned the size of the plates.  You get one small plate, only a little bigger than a tea saucer plate, and this is what you use for your whole meal.  The first few meals we had we thought they were for bread or appetizers.  Not the case.  I guess you're just supposed to put one bun on at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that was lengthy sorry!  Olympics start in 5 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-5350668727125834129?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/5350668727125834129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=5350668727125834129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5350668727125834129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5350668727125834129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/08/gardens-fragrance-and-you-guessed-it.html' title='Gardens, Fragrance, and- you guessed it - food!'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SJXS7Z2qzgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bXumLj29D8A/s72-c/IMG_0700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-5802120543548941491</id><published>2008-08-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:00:37.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An excerpt from my weekly summary...</title><content type='html'>We have to turn in weekly summaries on specific topics- this week was about the most interesting person we've met so far.  I thought I'd include it in my blog... Jessie ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie, my Chinese press workroom supervisor at the field hockey venue, is the smallest person in the room, but has the biggest personality.  Unfortunately, I don’t have the correct spelling of her Chinese name, so I’ll refer to her by her American name.  She’s a 24-year old journalism grad student at Peking University. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My interest in learning about China is reciprocated by her enthusiasm to pick up on all the American nuances.  For instance, we taught her the “pound” hand gesture where you make a fist and hit the top, bottom, and knuckles of the other person’s fist.  Jessie thinks this is the coolest.  Everyday when we leave she gives us all a pound, with her million dollar grin gleaming up top.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her curiosities about Americans have become deeper recently.  Jessie and I were talking about our families when she asked about my brothers and sisters.  When I told her I was the only child she gave me a shocked face.  “Why?” she gasped.  I told her my parents were unable to bear more children, to which she responded, “Why didn’t they adopt?”  I explained that they were content with having only one child and that some American couples choose not to have children at all.  This seemed to be a concept Jessie could not grasp.  She asked if couples would get lonely if they didn’t have children, and I replied that married couples could still feel emotionally satisfied without children.  Yet again, Jessie was floored.  I was beginning to see just how important a child is in a Chinese family, especially since families are restricted to having only one. (end excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pin trading is a huge deal during the Olympics.  USA flag pins, Iowa pins, Mizzou pins... the more specific the better.  I made my first trade with Jessie- a Peking University pin for my Iowa pin.  The goal is to see how many different pins you can get.  It gets pretty intense.  They even have pin trading centers and booths, but that's cheating in my opinion!  Gotta meet people and work for those pins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-5802120543548941491?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/5802120543548941491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=5802120543548941491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5802120543548941491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5802120543548941491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/08/exerpt-from-my-weekly-summary.html' title='An excerpt from my weekly summary...'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-3823882967678815664</id><published>2008-07-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:30:05.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyUeECmxPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5BWhkrYzKkc/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyUeECmxPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5BWhkrYzKkc/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227716511671960818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that some of you reading this may not know why/how I'm here at the Olympics.  Here's a little history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall I heard of the opportunity to volunteer at the Games through the journalism school at Mizzou.  I went to the informational meetings and cleared that it was okay to do both Australia and Beijing.  Then we had the application process with letters of recommendation, forms, and an interview.  After making it through that round we (about 60 of us) had to attend weekly sessions on culture, the Olympics, and reporting style.  I was only able to make three meetings before going to Australia, but they sent all the ppts to me by email.  The rest of the group had rigorous training, including practice debates and writing exams (all of which I was exempt from because of Australia, hehehe).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm here I am officially a BOCOG (Beijing Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games) volunteer and I also have to write weekly summaries for a Chinese Culture credit.  The picture is of my accreditation pass that makes me feel pretty cool, and also lets me ride all the buses and subways for free!  I like to flash it to random people sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-3823882967678815664?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/3823882967678815664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=3823882967678815664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/3823882967678815664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/3823882967678815664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/07/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyUeECmxPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5BWhkrYzKkc/s72-c/IMG_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-1434877054367448661</id><published>2008-07-27T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:09:52.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOrxHrNcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/la26s9bEsqY/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOrxHrNcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/la26s9bEsqY/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710150041351618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOsdmPvEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zYr8kneSEwY/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOsdmPvEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zYr8kneSEwY/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710161980734530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOs0-j_fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZsHQHgSBM9I/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOs0-j_fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZsHQHgSBM9I/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710168256740850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOtba78CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/51MePJhexVE/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOtba78CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/51MePJhexVE/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710178576298018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been my dream to actually attend events at the Olympic Games... apparently this is the same exact dream as hundreds of thousands of Chinese people.  The moment the announcement came that tickets would be on sale again on July 25th people showed up with their tents, mats, beer, cards, even their dogs to wait in lines.  I thought I would surely be able to score tickets if I spent the night at the athletics stadium before it opened at 9am the following morning.  Then I heard that there was actually a schedule- basketball and baseball on the 25th, track on the 26th, gymnastics on the 26th, etc.  I made plans to secure my spot in line the next night.  By the next morning rumors about the pandemonium at the ticket venues were swirling.  No one had prepared for the mobs.  No guards, no fences, absolutely no organization.  Some of my friends who had waited for tickets said metal barricades had been bent, people had been trampled, and no tickets had actually been purchased.  People who had waited for days in the heat (mid 90s) and smog (lung cancer waiting to happen) were knocked over and passed by those who had just arrived.  Imagine the running of the bulls but with Chinese people.  The "schedule" of ticket sales was abandoned and they sold out of pretty much everything within 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I decided to try another approach.  I began scouring craigslist.com, which resembles eBay, but more like classified ads on the internet (so no bidding, just selling).  Of course tickets were much more expensive than face value, but still much cheaper than expected.  After lots of emails and close calls I finally have tickets in hand for the night session of track and field on the 19th, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's 200m Round 2&lt;br /&gt;Men's High Jump Final&lt;br /&gt;Women's 5000m Round 1&lt;br /&gt;Men's 200m Semifinals&lt;br /&gt;Men's 110m Hurdles Round 2&lt;br /&gt;Men's Discus Throw Final&lt;br /&gt;Men's 400m Semifinals&lt;br /&gt;Women's 400m Final&lt;br /&gt;Women's 100m Hurdles Final&lt;br /&gt;Men's 1500m Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course the ticket buying became a fever... I found out that tickets were not yet sold out for softball (not at all popular in China) so I rushed to the venue.  Stephanie and I managed to get class A tickets to USA vs. Canada and China vs. Australia in the same session!  The kicker- they were only 50 yuan, which is $7 each!  All tickets for all events at face value were $110 or less.  I honestly expected prices to be between 200-700 dollars for the Olympics.  That's the blessing of exchange rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other ticket options pending, including beach volleyball and another track and field.  Swimming sold out long before I even got to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smog was terrible today.  I have a picture above.  You might think it's just foggy, but really it's smoggy.  I feel like I'm breathing second hand smoke all day.  Journalists were able to enter the country today so I'm interested to see what they have to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note- my uniform is pretty cool!  Oh, and I hijacked one of the scooters at the venue.  They're harder to ride than I though!  hehe My supervisor, Jessie, is really sweet.  Today she taught me how to count and ask a taxi driver 'how much further' in Chinese.  We've been preparing for the journalists' arrival by setting up the press workroom and trying to think of all the questions they might ask us so we can be prepared with answers.  The test field hockey match proved that we are still a little unorganized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Sam, Regan, Lindsay and I found a little hole in the wall dumpling restaurant that restored my faith in Chinese food.  The place is famous for their multicolored (dyed) dumplings.  Was a little weird eating a purple one, but good nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture at the bottom from L to R is me, Wendy, and Stephanie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-1434877054367448661?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/1434877054367448661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=1434877054367448661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1434877054367448661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1434877054367448661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/07/ticket-frenzy.html' title='Ticket Frenzy'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIyOrxHrNcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/la26s9bEsqY/s72-c/IMG_0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-8228626924256293473</id><published>2008-07-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:31:38.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summa time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOZeajxJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qSVo7WnOTNA/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOZeajxJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qSVo7WnOTNA/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226091354666550418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOZlbPSvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uUquHFzhFTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOZlbPSvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uUquHFzhFTQ/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226091356548451058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOaDgehPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tIw9Icpt4x0/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOaDgehPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tIw9Icpt4x0/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226091364623484146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOaRE-f0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/VdDg8imRDao/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOaRE-f0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/VdDg8imRDao/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226091368266235714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was only a matter of time before I NEEDED to find a pool.  I'm a pool rat for life, what can I say?  We had the weekend off so we hit up Google to find a swimming hole in Beijing.  After finding one, managing to get the front desk to translate directions, and getting lost in the taxi, we made it there.  The Chinese are quite a bit more modest in their swimwear (mostly one pieces or tankinis) and I thought at any moment I would be scolded by one of the moms for an inappropriate bikini... but they didn't.  It was a more of a little kids pool so we really didn't swim, but soaking up the rays felt nice.  We did this two days in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at the pool I was starving and had no choice but to try some mystery meat on a stick.  They cooked it in hot oil in front of me and several days later I'm still living, so I guess it was fine.  Speaking of strange food, a couple nights ago some friends and I decided to brave the night market.  This is a long line (two block long maybe?) of street vendors selling food- everything from fried scorpions (which Regan tried in the pic) to silk worms to starfish on a stick.  Usually I'm pretty brave with weird food, but I was already feeling a little sick with a cold so I didn't put my stomach through that rollercoaster.  They did have regular food like fruit, dumplings, and fried ice cream, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk a lot about food don't I?  haha Well, we were starving for mexican food last week and found a little place called La Bamba with a great happy hour, good nachos, and a pool table.  They played country music while we attempted to play pool (i'm afraid we're terrible) and I almost felt like I was in Texas or Mexico or something.  Was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- and one of the coolest things I've seen on this trip was the Chinese Acrobat show!  The ladies could pull their legs over their heads and balance little chandeliers on their feet at the same time.  They must have a few less ribs than me... The men jumped through hoops and did crazy stunts- most without safety harnesses or nets!  Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take pictures.  When our group came out of the theater we all had our mouthes open, but were speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my first day of training at the Olympic Green (my field hockey venue).  Although I will not be working as a flash quote reporter I've accepted my job as is and am looking at it through a more positive lens.  Officially, I will be an assistant in the Press Workroom where all the journalists go to get their quotes and work on stories.  I will be there to answer questions and guide them to the mixed zone (where reporters talk to athletes) or the venue.  My supervisor is actually from Sydney and has worked a few Olympic Games before this.  One of his jobs was in marketing at the Games, so hopefully he'll be a good contact for later!  During lunch we were able to go inside the hockey, archery, and tennis venues (which are all close to each other).  I actually got to stand on the hockey field and also stand over where Federer and Nadal will play tennis!  This was the first time all of this actually seemed real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an off day today.  I'm going down to layout in our back yard of the hotel.  We like to imagine that we're in Cancun cuz the restaurant has little umbrellas like Mexico would.  If you just close your eyes it feels like paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-8228626924256293473?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/8228626924256293473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=8228626924256293473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8228626924256293473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8228626924256293473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-knew-it-was-only-matter-of-time.html' title='Summa time'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SIbOZeajxJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qSVo7WnOTNA/s72-c/IMG_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-209548471007241197</id><published>2008-07-17T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:43:11.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>I have to make a correction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had another ONS training session during the morning.  Afterward, we were all supposed to meet with our managers to get our accreditation cards (badges that allow us into the venues.)  Stephanie (also in field hockey) and I went to the person we thought was our manager, only to find out she wasn't.  I will spare the details, but as it turns out, most of us who studied abroad last semester were not given jobs with the Olympic News Service, but instead with Press Operations.  This means we will be doing things like crowd control or passing things out...  Needless to say we were REALLY upset.  We were all unable to take the exam that the Mizzou kids took in March, but were told we'd just be pushed through.  We still thought we'd all be doing journalism.  Several of us went yesterday to talk to the professors  about this, and they are contacting our managers to see what can be done.  I know Mizzou wants this to be a substantial experience for us, so hopefully they can figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO- since my situation is evolving and still somewhat unclear, I won't begin work until next week.  Today was a nice free day, just laid out by the hotel with some of the girls and talked about what else we should see in China.  BOCOG set up so much for us that we've pretty much knocked out all the important tourism attractions in Beijing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on what happens with my job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-209548471007241197?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/209548471007241197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=209548471007241197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/209548471007241197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/209548471007241197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/07/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-2003633287304256150</id><published>2008-07-15T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:55:46.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOCOG tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz6TrO4hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ig_ZSFqSP8E/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz6TrO4hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ig_ZSFqSP8E/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177113394143762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz6_KY-6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/osp1mrMOd_k/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz6_KY-6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/osp1mrMOd_k/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177125067553698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz7A3NQhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wNW5DIM6UTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz7A3NQhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wNW5DIM6UTQ/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177125523964434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz7d6GLaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_KjTLaS7PTo/s1600-h/n15934645_39159078_9962-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz7d6GLaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_KjTLaS7PTo/s320/n15934645_39159078_9962-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177133320711586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOCOG stands for Beijing Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games... they are who we are volunteering for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 3 days we took a parade of tour buses with several schools from the US, Australia, and UK (including U of Iowa!) around Beijing.  The first day we toured the water purification plant, where they told us it was acceptable to drink the water (??) and I was interviewed by CCTV.  They were mainly yes/no questions and I've never been good under the camera's scrutiny so I'm afraid it wasn't the best interview, but oh well.  We then went to this suburban area that they told us the government had built to show us what the future China would look like... I have some suspicions on this part, but probably shouldn't write in this blog.  Here we also watched a famous calligraphy teacher paint some characters.  I've included a photo of the gorgeous work he did in front of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Great Wall!  This was one of the things I looked forward to most... We went to the Badaling portion, which is the most touristy part, and unfortunately the most crowded.  As we were entering the gates the crowds were halted from going in or out for about 30 minutes.  There was a lot of confusion until a long brigade of cop cars, black limos, and motorbikes filed through... apparently the President of Mexico was visiting that day as well!  Finally, we were let through the gates, but it was a smelly, sweaty herd of hundreds of us and it seemed that one in three of the Chinese had open umbrellas that got caught in my hair or poked me in the eyeball.  Quite frustrating.  Anyway, we finally made it onto the Great Wall and managed to climb to the top.  The crowd aside, it was one of the most magnificient sights I've ever seen.  The history seemed to come alive.  We were also blessed with one of the rare smog free, blue sky days, which allowed us to see the mountains and the Wall in the distance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we visited Summer palace, which served as a summer getaway for the corrupt Empress Dowager Cixi.  It has several lavish buildings and the world's longest corridor surrounding a lake.  I tried to imagine what it would be like with only the sound of the birds and a handful of people.  That night we visited the Ming Tomb, which has a famous walkway with stone carved elephants and other animals.  I was a little disappointed that we only saw the tomb and not the walkway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour guide told us the ancient 5 most important things in life.  They have a saying in Chinese about this, but they are- Eating, drinking, peeing, pooping, and sleeping.  HAHAHA!  I guess it's true, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a rainy free day, which we used once again to scour the flee markets.  It's hard to turn down souvenirs when they are so CHEAP!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND- today we started training.  All of the ONS (Olympic New Service) volunteers met in a hotel auditorium for 6 hours of Flash Quote training.  We'll be in the mixed zone (where the athletes walk by the reporters on their way to the locker rooms) with the journalists.  Our job is to listen and write the quotes word for word and submit them to the INFO2008 computer program that is used to aid all international news agencies big and small (like the Associated Press down to the DM Register.)  I am officially doing Field Hockey, a sport I have never even watched, so I have a lot of studying up to do!  The training was done by Australian, which made me a little homesick for Sydney!  The Aussie students were also sitting behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight a group of us are going to Hard Rock Cafe Beijing for a little American food relief.  I'm proud to say I've almost polished my chopstick skills though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-2003633287304256150?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/2003633287304256150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=2003633287304256150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/2003633287304256150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/2003633287304256150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/07/bocog-tour.html' title='BOCOG tour'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHxz6TrO4hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ig_ZSFqSP8E/s72-c/IMG_0582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-359300160662754230</id><published>2008-07-07T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:58:55.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoB7SoOOI/AAAAAAAAADU/RyWHQSpx2KQ/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoB7SoOOI/AAAAAAAAADU/RyWHQSpx2KQ/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220208562892454114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoCEUCKcI/AAAAAAAAADc/6RgkZGPupDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoCEUCKcI/AAAAAAAAADc/6RgkZGPupDQ/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220208565314267586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoCtHfEqI/AAAAAAAAADk/N_qmB0dqf0k/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoCtHfEqI/AAAAAAAAADk/N_qmB0dqf0k/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220208576267489954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoC0oBh1I/AAAAAAAAADs/Xwh_Z5O-61E/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoC0oBh1I/AAAAAAAAADs/Xwh_Z5O-61E/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220208578283013970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been a whirlwind of tourism. &lt;br /&gt;Friday we toured two major media venues in Beijing.  The vice president at both places gave us a presentation on media in &lt;br /&gt;China and how their businesses worked.  I was surprised to find that many of them are pushing for more freedom for journalists.  Our lecturer on the Media industry in China mentioned that US reporters got their facts mixed up on the issue in Tibet, and he said this could have been prevented had they been allowed the freedom to go on location and report.  Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the university had set up a tour of some major attractions in Beijing, starting with Tiananmen Square.  It was drizzling, but I decided that was better than 96 degrees...  We saw the parliament building, Mao Zedong's tomb (where they kept his body for TEN MONTHS after he died for the public to pay respects), and a national museum.  Tiananmen Square is located on the midline of Beijing, along with the Forbidden City, which we moved onto next.  This was where all the emperors lived until 1911 when the Republic of China started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could bore you with all the historical facts about these places, but I'm sure you'd rather hear about the little cultural spectacles I noticed along the way.  First, the toddlers don't wear diapers... they have the middle of their pants cut out and they just squat right where they are.  The picture above isn't as cute now that you know what he is doing... haha!  Also, I had heard that the bathrooms in China consisted of holes that you squat over, but I didn't think it was still that way- I was wrong.  For the women, there is a urinal type thing on the floor that you go into and then flush.  No toilet paper, no seat.  It is true.  I took a picture, but spared my blog audience!  While we were at the Forbidden City suddenly a rush of Chinese guys came over to our professor and all wanted pictures with him.  He's a tall, bald, middle aged, black man, whom they all believed was Michael Jordan!!! AHAHAHA All the Mizzou kids played along and the Asians loved it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these two attractions, we moved on to the Hutong Villiage where the Hutong families live.  This is a huge extended family that has a rich heritage in Beijing.  They were offered a large sum of money to sell their valuable, center city piece of land, but chose to retain their historical location.  We were able to tour the traditional Chinese village and the shops near by in rickshas (carts pulled by men on bicycles).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we went to Prince Gong's Mansion, a garden and mansion preserved as a park for tourists.  Here we attended a traditional Chinese tea.  She prepared four types of tea for us and demonstrated the proper way for men and women to drink it.  She had these neat cups that changed design when hot tea was added... I had to buy a couple for souvenirs.  I'm not usually a tea drinker, but this stuff could work miracles!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a free day, so Sam and I took a cab to a market in the city.  This was the mecca of all markets!  Five floors of knock off purses, bags, designer clothes, etc.  Plus authentic souvenirs, wall decorations, and jewelry for cheap.  By the time I got to the floor with all the silk items I was getting pretty good at bargaining... I was able to get several silk scarves for a ridiculous price!  It kinda became a game to see how low we could go... good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had lecture on Chinese/Beijing History for 3 hours in the morning and then had the afternoon off.  Sam, Regan, and I decided to check out the famous Beijing Zoo with the pandas.  They're really trying to fix up the zoo and panda area for the Olympics, which was noticable, but the rest left a bad impression.  There were all the standards- giraffs, lions, tigers, monkeys, etc, but their habitats were not up to Western standards.  The animals' homes were not very similar to their environments, especially the lions/cheetahs/tigers.  These poor fellas were in small cages.  I really left the exhibit feeling pretty bad for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how CHEAP everything is here?  The zoo was 20 Yuan (about 3 US dollars) lunch is around 10 (so about $1.50) and so on!  A great change from Sydney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have a formal dinner hosted by the university and may possibly meet the students volunteering from North Carolina.  I know I'm repeating myself, but the Chinese people at the university have gone over and above to make us feel welcome!  More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-359300160662754230?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/359300160662754230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=359300160662754230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/359300160662754230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/359300160662754230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-few-days-have-been-whirlwind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SHHoB7SoOOI/AAAAAAAAADU/RyWHQSpx2KQ/s72-c/IMG_0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-4065880828280539343</id><published>2008-07-03T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:27:09.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinatown!</title><content type='html'>I suppose I should change the title of my blog to something like Details about the Chopstick Chicas or the Beijing Babes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some of the hardest goodbyes of all time, Sam and I were dropped off at the Sydney airport about 2 hours and 20 minutes before our flight- plenty of time.  But the line at check-in was outrageous.  By the time we got to the counter we'd been waiting 1 1/2 hours!  Then I found out that I was over the number of bags I was allowed and Sam didn't have her return flight itinerary.  So I had to pay and she had to convince the ticket people to let her use my itinerary that had her name on it.  By this time it was 30 minutes until take-off.  We sprinted to security, physically perspiring by this point, where we had to cut in line several times.  As our bags were going through they took one of Sam's aside and proceeded to check through it.  I decided since we only had 15 minutes to board that I would go to the gate and tell them we were coming.  As I'm finishing through the security line, all the sudden a security guard informs me that I will be the random search.  As I'm being frisked, I see Sam sprinting past.  After catching her attention and getting my privacy back, we ran to the gate- only to find out we didn't have to rush at all.  There was a wind advisory and the plane was delayed for an hour!  We were both panting for breath at this point after our 400m dash to the gate.  Anyway, after 2 movies and 4 episodes of Two and a half Men on the plane, we landed in Beijing.  But the drama continues... I get to customs and they don't believe it's me on the passport!  hahaha! As if anything else could go wrong!  They called over someone else and were finally convinced it was me.  We found two people from Renmin University who picked us up and took us to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said hotel.  The place we are staying for the next 7 weeks or so is actually a  nice hotel!  Quite a change from the Australia living conditions!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were up early and were busy all day.  We took a group photo and one for our ID cards right away, then tried our uniforms.  We get to keep the polos, pants, and shoes.  It's all Adidas and even the shoes have 'Beijing 2008' embroidered on them!  OH YEAH!  I will be covering Field Hockey during the Olympics, but am trying to get tickets to other events.  So far it's been hopeless.  Sam and I have been trying for months, but the marathon and triathlon are free so hopefully we can make it to those.  Then we went to lunch at the cafeteria where we'll be eating for the duration- which only offers chopsticks.  So I guess it's learn or starve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we had our first Chinese Culture lecture on the Chinese Media.  Apparently, Renmin University and Mizzou have had a relationship for 94 years!  It was interesting to hear their opinion on CNN and American media in general- they actually seem to be pushing for more media freedom in China.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had a banquet to get to know other Chinese students and other Mizzou students.  We were all presented with marble stamps with our Chinese names on them, which I found pretty touching.  Everyone has been so nice and helpful, and are trying to do everything possible to make us feel at home.  The Chinese seem to be such happy (and hilarious) characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll visit a couple of the major media venues in Beijing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-4065880828280539343?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/4065880828280539343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=4065880828280539343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/4065880828280539343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/4065880828280539343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/07/chinatown.html' title='Chinatown!'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-6727367208600139685</id><published>2008-06-27T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:12:37.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcniWwdkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZMXSyusMIs4/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcniWwdkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZMXSyusMIs4/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747946429675074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcnyRBVkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Oe4ArJHQGD0/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcnyRBVkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Oe4ArJHQGD0/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747950700582466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcoJdVk4I/AAAAAAAAADE/xXcBF0FrmVI/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcoJdVk4I/AAAAAAAAADE/xXcBF0FrmVI/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747956926256002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcovB8MWI/AAAAAAAAADM/M0gIfa4Drps/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcovB8MWI/AAAAAAAAADM/M0gIfa4Drps/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747967011893602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my last blog until I get to China...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Raychel left last week, it has just been Sam R and I left here.  She went up to the Gold Coast and Surfer's Paradise for a few days and then I flew up to Byron Bay to meet her last Saturday.  We checked into the hostel that night and just chilled out by the campfire in the back yard with some other backpackers.  Unfortunately didn't get much sleep that night due to the jack hammer-like sound coming from our English roommate!  It was actually so loud I had to laugh!  Sam and I woke up the next morning and went for a morning beach walk, then she went on a whale watching tour while I laid on the beach and roamed the little surfing town.  That night we sat by the fire again and got into conversation with some Germans and a Canadian.  They were working at the hostel so they could get free accommodation- I was beginning to wonder how all these backpackers managed to pay for 3 months of travel!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (Monday) we went for another long beach walk and hopped into a tour bus to check out a few surrounding small towns and the countryside.  One of the stops was at this guy Paul's house.  He grows everything himself on 80 hectares of land and has not left his house for 10 years!  His appearance is pretty funny, my face in the picture is after seeing the spider that seemed to live in his hair... but nonetheless his hippie home was pretty cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Sam and I went for a last beach walk all the way up this cliff to a lookout spot where we actually saw whales and dolphins in the distance.  You could see the whales because they were blowing air out of their blow holes and one did the big breach out of the water!  Byron Bay is the most Eastern tip of Australia and all the whales have to swim by there each year in order to mate.  They go all the way from Antarctica to Indonesia to do this- about 10,000 pods of them!  After getting some lunch we checked out of the hostel and went to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday I went to my final working days at DesignStreet.  I was pretty touched when they bought cake and made a going away card for me.  Graham made a pretty good speach thanking me for my time there.  I will actually miss that place a lot.  Thursday night Sam and I went to a Symphony at the Opera House.  It was a bit heavy for my taste, not a lot of upbeat pieces for a concert that was supposed to be themed around love and life.  We guessed he must have gotten his heart broken or something... The picture is of the inside of the Opera House (you are not allowed to take pictures in there, so hopefully I don't get in trouble!).  The organ has over 10,000 pipes that can make every sound the human hear can hear, pretty amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jonty and I went for one last surf in Manly.  The waves were just my size so was a good way to end my surfing.  I'll be returning my board on Monday or Tuesday. :(  Last night I went over to Jonty's for a traditional South African brie.  They moved here from S. Africa about 7 years ago, if I hadn't mentioned that.  It was basically a barbeque, but the fire burned for about an hour before the mean was put on, which gave it a really nice smokey flavor.  I brought over my American brownie mix to bake, but they already had dessert made.  They are missing out, I said!  Probably make them on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm just doing a few last minute things around here and heading up to a friend's beach house to celebrate his birthday.  Sam and Jonty are going up with me, and we'll probably check out a bit of the Central coast tomorrow during the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 days left... if I don't write again, watch for my blog when I reach CHINA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-6727367208600139685?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/6727367208600139685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=6727367208600139685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6727367208600139685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6727367208600139685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheers-to-sydney.html' title='Cheers to Sydney'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SGWcniWwdkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZMXSyusMIs4/s72-c/IMG_0429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-1059585594262474829</id><published>2008-06-17T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:02:22.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SFdvdChvKDI/AAAAAAAAACk/6k7AL1dHVag/s1600-h/n15920175_38857871_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SFdvdChvKDI/AAAAAAAAACk/6k7AL1dHVag/s320/n15920175_38857871_2349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212757638389901362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SFdvfNtOFDI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRLx9wgjcy4/s1600-h/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SFdvfNtOFDI/AAAAAAAAACs/pRLx9wgjcy4/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212757675750593586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it's been pretty quiet around here so far this week.  My roomie Sam left us early Sunday morning.  I refuse to accept it though.  I keep telling myself her door is closed because she is taking a loooong nap.  On Saturday night before her departure, the four girls plus Alec and Kevin went on a one hour long Harbor Cruise and then to dinner. Was kinda funny because we were the only non-Asians on the boat... The night was crappy, rainy and windy, but we didn't care.  On the boat we recapped all the most embarrassing, funny, awkward, exciting etc. moments of the trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I finished my final paper and exam!  Now I am just working at DesignStreet and getting ready for China.  Sam R left for the Gold Coast today, and I'll meet her on Saturday night in Byron Bay for 4 days...  I'm sure I'll have more to report on after that.  I plan on taking my surf board for one last hurrah, but the waves have been massive lately.  Since I won't have any one to surf with, I may or may not go out, depending on the wave size.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's almost over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-1059585594262474829?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/1059585594262474829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=1059585594262474829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1059585594262474829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1059585594262474829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-goodbye.html' title='The first goodbye'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SFdvdChvKDI/AAAAAAAAACk/6k7AL1dHVag/s72-c/n15920175_38857871_2349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-6047812692904342410</id><published>2008-06-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:11:23.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little work, a little Sex, a little birthday cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SEuFxNApzkI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZCHSvJn0k2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SEuFxNApzkI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZCHSvJn0k2Q/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209404474336595522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SEuFyJbJfII/AAAAAAAAACU/TUY76M5iiUw/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SEuFyJbJfII/AAAAAAAAACU/TUY76M5iiUw/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209404490553851010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SEuFyod7QtI/AAAAAAAAACc/NW6XralMsHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SEuFyod7QtI/AAAAAAAAACc/NW6XralMsHQ/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209404498887000786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After applying for the working visa, my tax file number, and a bank account, I've started working as a paid employee at DesignStreet!  Next week I will happily welcome my first income in 4 months!  Much needed!  They've had me helping Brooke with her jobs since she's so busy, so I really feel like I'm helpful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was also my final week of classes.  I'm sad to say my grades haven't been to the par I'm used to, but fortunately they only transfer as pass/fail.  I completed my intern 3000 word paper and gave my presentation on Friday.  It went really well, I didn't realize how much I had learned and how proud I was to be working on all those projects!  I took in the Sony Vaio computers catalogue we finished recently to show... I'm so proud to say I had a part in that!  I had so much to say about DesignStreet during my presentation that I actually went over my time limit.  They didn't stop me, so hopefully that meant that it was interesting.  I had to improvise a little because I made my powerpoint on a Mac and they only had PCs, so none of my images, including the client logo list, showed up.  I still think it was one of the best presentations I've given though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the girls and I went to Sex and the City!!!  We had talked it up for so long and I am happy to say it was EVERYTHING it was cracked up to be!  All the loose ends were tied (I won't give details in case some of you haven't seen it) and the world is at peace.  It was just one of those nights when you are so thankful for your girlfriends... all you girls from Sigtown and Mizzou- you are the BEST!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my roomie's (Sam A) 21st birthday so last night we went to a club in Sydney called 'Tank.'  This place was NUTS!  Really a lot of fun.  We all dressed up, and I was finally able to wear my blue dress I bought at fashion week!  We felt like a million bucks.  Sam and I were like machines on the dance floor, we danced 20 billion songs in a row,  just one of those nights that we had SO much energy!  So funny- she woke up this morning and was like 'Kristine my legs are actually sore!'  hahahaha!  For her actual birthday this morning, we went to Pancakes on the Rocks for some appetizers and chocolate pancakes... We all literally rolled out of the restaurant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to study for two final exams... one is on friday and the other on... drumroll... gasp.... Saturday!  Can you believe it?!  An exam on a Saturday!  I know, I was floored!  But at least I'll be done with school.  Then off to Byron Bay for 4 days.  Jonty and I went surfing yesterday and I was pounded by the waves.  It was really windy and choppy and the waves were big.  I almost caught a couple and then bailed at the last minute out of absolute fear.  I've just started thinking too much and when you hesitate for one minute in surfing you get blasted.  I need to go back to the basics on some smaller ones again to get my confidence back.  I'll take the board to Byron, maybe a couple more times before I leave with Jonty, and then I have to sell it back.  They told me I get half back, some welcomed cash for China!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to realize that I'm leaving soon... I'm not too sad about the girls, because they'll all be back at Mizzou.  But there are a few other people who will be VERY missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics are of the girls out on the town for Sam's Bday, and the inside of DesignStreet.  The desk on the far right behind Tracy is mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-6047812692904342410?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/6047812692904342410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=6047812692904342410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6047812692904342410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6047812692904342410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-work-little-sex-little-birthday.html' title='A little work, a little Sex, a little birthday cake'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SEuFxNApzkI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZCHSvJn0k2Q/s72-c/IMG_0372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-1674967748032880565</id><published>2008-05-28T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:21:59.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got inspired to write in my blog tonight because I'm listening to my new music playlist at the moment.  Got a bunch of new Australian songs to remember the trip... a lot of House (electronica) music.  Really gets you fired up.  I like to listen to it while I walk to work, the only problem is that it makes me walk really fast so by the time I get there I'm sweating.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, I talked with Graham (yesterday was my last day of my internship) and he's asked me to stay on until I leave.  I'll be a paid employee about 20 hours a week... might as well, don't have much else to do and I could use the money!  Plus I finally feel like I have the hang of things.  I applied for my work visa and tax number last night so I'm starting Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Raychel's dad arrived to hang out in Sydney for a week.  Mr. Duitch took us girls to dinner and we had the best Barramundi (a light white fish) and (drumroll) some orgasmic chocolate mousse.  It was actually called "famousse."  We rolled out of the restaurant.  Then Raych, Sam, and I went to Orbit bar, this place on the 46th floor of a building that rotated.  You sit by the window and slowly rotate so you end up seeing all parts of the city lit up at night.  Pretty cool.  Pretty expensive.  So we could only afford one drink...haha.  That's the nice thing about not having any cover.  You can go to these ritzy places, feel like a millionnaire and buy the cheapest thing on the menu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to another rugby game last Saturday night to watch Sydney vs S. Africa.  I was with the S. Africans so we were rooting for them, but they lost pretty terribly.  It was a packed stadium, and I think we had the loudest chick sitting right behind me.  It literally severed my eardrum.  The boys were in a pretty bad mood after the loss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pretty psyched for the Sex and the City premier next weekend!  It's also roomie Sam's 21st bday.  It's going to be a packed weekend!  They say that every girl in a group of friends can identify with a Sex character, but our group REALLY fits.  We have four girls, the same personalities and hair colors as our characters.  We'll probably dress up and go out for drinks before the show, I can't wait!  More about our escapades later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-1674967748032880565?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/1674967748032880565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=1674967748032880565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1674967748032880565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1674967748032880565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-inspired-to-write-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-2999447929714731267</id><published>2008-05-19T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:29:39.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress is over... for now</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I finally finished all my mid-terms!  I had the laziest weekend of all time... I'm mean, I slept in on Saturday morning and didn't see the light of day.  I watched DVDs until 5, at which point it started getting dark.  hehe  Friday night we had gone to a Mexican restaurant for a birthday party and then dancing afterward.  The whole back patio had been rented out for about 40 guests, but the Mexican experience was lacking compared to what I'm used to in the US.  Usually the food is cheap, the margs are flowing, and the chips and salsa are free... not the case here.  It rare to even find a Mexican restaurant here.  That is one thing I'm dying for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I went to a going away party for a girl on the waterpolo team.  I've been training occasionally with the girls team just to learn a new sport and have met some great girls.  Her house was amazing, a huge piece of land with horses and a recently finished mansion.  They cupcakes, snacks, and drinks just kept coming.  There were several rooms that the party flowed into; one with a pool table, one with a dance floor, the patio area, etc.  It was pretty amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is my last full week at Designstreet.  Today I am going in a little late because I went to an internship seminar on networking.  The lady that spoke was from IBM and gave some valuable info, but I always feel a little panicky after these seminars.  I do feel more confident in my professional abilities after this internship though.  I will be organizing a meeting with Graham for next week to discuss my progress and possibly get a letter of recommendation for the future.  I imagine he will be one of my most valuable contacts, as he has clients at American Express, Sony, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my last little trip to Byron Bay to get a good surf in before I leave for China July 2nd.  I'm meeting Sam R up there for 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-2999447929714731267?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/2999447929714731267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=2999447929714731267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/2999447929714731267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/2999447929714731267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/05/stress-is-over-for-now.html' title='Stress is over... for now'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-5080223195066219943</id><published>2008-05-11T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:23:02.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was Fashion Weekend in Sydney...  Raychel does her internship in this small design company called Fuzz Design and was able to get tickets for us to go to the event yesterday!  We dressed in our most fashion-forward apparel and went.  The whole venue was set up with cubicles for designers who were selling their clothes anywhere from 50-75% off!  I still couldn't afford most of it, but I did get a free manicure from a make-up company and was able to see several models.  They had a catwalk set up, but you had to have special tickets to see that, which we did not.  It was some of the most stunning clothes I've ever seen... I did find a killer dress for a very good price, and am excited to rock the new style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm just catching up on work.  Sorry this was a boring post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-5080223195066219943?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/5080223195066219943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=5080223195066219943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5080223195066219943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5080223195066219943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-weekend-was-fashion-weekend-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-8769598379583626589</id><published>2008-05-02T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:17:15.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCarQopJYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M_ui90H4MSE/s1600-h/n15915290_38336480_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCarQopJYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M_ui90H4MSE/s320/n15915290_38336480_1641.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199031122122072866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCarQ4pJYzI/AAAAAAAAACE/v1qBcUXgW9A/s1600-h/n15915290_38336495_1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCarQ4pJYzI/AAAAAAAAACE/v1qBcUXgW9A/s320/n15915290_38336495_1688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199031126417040178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCHB9ALQYNI/AAAAAAAAABs/vOEtIB7kn70/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCHB9ALQYNI/AAAAAAAAABs/vOEtIB7kn70/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648698725654738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCHB9ALQYOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XwBJBv7X_9w/s1600-h/n15923675_38361445_7011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCHB9ALQYOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XwBJBv7X_9w/s320/n15923675_38361445_7011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648698725654754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dormant for awhile because Dad was here and then uni started up again.  I suddenly realized that I had two research papers and a presentation due within two weeks... so needless to say I've been stressed.  I recently (yesterday) started a chocolate detox, and the shakes and nightsweats have begun, which are adding to the stress. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so back to Dad's visit.  He arrived early on a rainy/cold Monday morning and we did a lovely walking tour of the city that I made up. Although he was a little sleepy he was in good spirits.  Unfortunately, my friends were either in New Zealand or with their friends/family so he didn't get to meet them until the end... I'll talk about that in a bit- get excited. I took him to Pancakes on the Rocks where we had WAY too much to eat.  So we walked it off and went down to Circular Quay and took the ferry to Manly Beach.  Dad fell asleep.  haha.  That night we packed our bags to leave for the Whitsunday Islands the next day.  Tuesday we went to Darling Harbour and had a bite to eat on the beautiful boardwalk and watched naughty kids debate long and hard about jumping into the fountain.  Then we walked the city a bit more and went to the airport to leave for the islands.  Upon arrival we discovered that the Whitsunday airport is about the size of my bedroom.  That may be a little bit of an exaggeration, but you could literally see all two, yes two, gates when you stood in the middle of the airport.  We roamed the hall trying to find baggage claim, which ended up being outside where the luggage cart pulls up.  It's a free for all to find your bag off the cart.  hahaha!  Did I mention that the waiting area is outside?  They pulled the benches out to this enclosed grassy area.  The huge jet looks a little funny pulling up on the tarmac ouside of the shanty- er "airport".  We decided it took awhile because the flight attendants probably had to switch into their baggage claim uniforms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were going to stay in a hostel because I thought we could save money, but Dad said he was too old for that.  So we stayed in this lovely resort overlooking Airlie Beach.  It's pretty nice vacationing with the parents. : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning it was go time.  At the skydiving place we decided to go ahead and get the video and pictures with our package and were able to choose the songs for it.  Soon the guys called us out and we suited up, received a brief lesson on jumping, and then Dad, this other girl, and I were into the plane.  We soared up to the 10,000 ft mark and the view of the islands below is indescribable.  Thank goodness for my neon jumpsuit because it was pretty chilly up there.  This whole time my instructor had been videotaping and sticking the thing in my face.  Pretty funny shots, though.  Pretty soon the door was flung open and the other girl, who looked terrified, flew out of the plane.  Then it was my turn.  There is nothing like the first drop.  For a moment I literally thought I had jumped to my death.  Your body does not register the feeling for a few seconds.  You do a few flips and then fall stomach first at a rate of 125mph.  My pictures are funny because the wind pressure kept my mouth open.  After about 35 seconds he pulls the chute and suddenly the world slows down.  At this point you can feel the air beginning to warm.  He let me hold the chute for a bit and do some turns.  Before you know it, there's the ground.  All the sudden the air got hot and he told me to keep my feet up for the landing.  Shortly after hitting the ground Dad came in.  We just stood there speechless and smiling.  It's really a feeling you can't forget.  After we took our gear off we headed inside and were able to watch our videos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon felt like bliss.  We were on a high from skydiving then went and stuffed ourselves with fish and chips and layed out by the pool for a few hours.  That night we decided to book a sailing trip for the next day so we could explore the 74 islands in the Whitsundays. Neither of us had ever been on a sailboat before and it really was amazing.  Dad volunteered to help put up the sail and really enjoyed the boat.  After about two hours of sailing we anchored at the world famous Whitehaven beach.  It is named for its snowy white sand and didn't disappoint!  We were fed a tropical lunch and were able to lay by the crystal clear turquoise water for a few hours.  Then back on the boat to sail home.  That evening we repacked our bags to return to Sydney.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we had planned on doing the bridge climb, but decided it might not be worth it after experiencing a skydive just a day before.  So I took him on the tour of Macquarie Uni.  It rained yet again in Sydney, but fortunately we had had great weather in the Whitsundays.  That night I made him come out for drinks with my friends and I for ANZAC day, a holiday for Australia that is like our Veteran's day.  We (Raychel, Sam, her bf Tef, Dad, and I) went to a little German pub and had some drinks.  Pretty soon Jonty and his friend Samuele showed up, but were too late so they couldn't get in.  We were all having a good time by then so we went to a different place down the road called Jackson's. Jonty's girlfriends had put mascara on him before he came to meet me so we definitely didn't let him live that down.  The bar we went to had slot machines, which is actually pretty common here, and I pushed the button for Samuele and won $5!  After Dad bought a round, Jonty bought a round, and Tef bought a round, we decided it had been a fun night and was time to go home.  Somehow my old man out did all the guys... hehe  The boys had a rough morning the next day and when I went to pick up Dad he looked as if nothing had happened.  He'd already been up since 7!  haha Anyway, I took him to the airport and we said our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm pulling out my hair to get my psych research paper done... more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-8769598379583626589?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/8769598379583626589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=8769598379583626589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8769598379583626589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8769598379583626589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-again-ive-been-dormant-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SCarQopJYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/M_ui90H4MSE/s72-c/n15915290_38336480_1641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-8412061175101361978</id><published>2008-04-16T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:51:50.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK: Be prepared, this is LONG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SAX2QsIj6SI/AAAAAAAAABk/HZpHuM6YC00/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SAX2QsIj6SI/AAAAAAAAABk/HZpHuM6YC00/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189824912199772450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SAX03MIj6RI/AAAAAAAAABc/0HZnXH_QW0s/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SAX03MIj6RI/AAAAAAAAABc/0HZnXH_QW0s/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189823374601480466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-semester break began on Friday after class... we had to leave for Cairns on Saturday morning at 4:15am for the airport.  We all decided that we are college kids and are young and stupid, thus making a justification for staying out all night and going directly to the airport.  NOT a good idea.  The night before was fun, but the taxi ride at 4:15 physically hurt.  I slept the entire three hour plane ride.  Then we got to our hostel and... there are just no words.  We (Kevin, Alec, Raychel, Cydney, and I) walk into our room and there are dirty sheets on the bed and a random Asian roommate chilling on a bed.  The bathrooms were, um, scary to say the least.  We booked it out of there and layed out at the lagoon (a public resort-style pool with sand) to figure out what to do.  Raychel and Alec were walking and stumbled upon a nicer hostel that was actually $5/night cheaper.  We got our money back and immediately moved into our new home.  There is no beach in Cairns, just a mud/swamp area as it is blocked by the reef, so we just layed out all day.  That night, Kevin and Alec had an unfortunate experience, that is only funny in hindsight.  They were in a separate room than us girls and their female roommates had, uh, activities with random men all night.  Luckily the next night we all moved into a 5 person room together, with two beds in one partition and three in another.  I guess you get what you pay for when it's only $17/night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we took a cruise to the Great Barrier Reef and went snorkelling.  It was really indescribable.  The reef was so shallow you could stand on it, although no one is allowed to, as humans are slowly killing off the reef.  We saw so many species of fish, I wish I had studied up before we went.  Raychel and I took an underwater camera and had some great shots- BUT we both thought the other had brought it home, so I guess another family will be enjoying our photos.  We went to two reef locations to snorkel and at the second reef our group took a short trip on a glass-bottom boat.  The guide showed us these giant clams, fish we hadn't noticed, and was pretty funny.  They like to make fun of our accents and when we were leaving he said 'latER!'  We were pretty exhausted, so we didn't stay out late that night, but we did go to the night market and paid $15 for a 40 minute Chinese massage.  It looked pretty shady, but I slept sooo well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we booked a rainforest tour.  The guide was a tiny bit tamer than Steve Erwin, but not much.  He took us to all these little places along the route, like a small cheese factory where we ate lunch, and a couple water falls, one of which we swam in.  At the place we were swimming, no crocs by the way, Raychel and I really wanted to jump from this rock, but were scared to swim over.  So of course we made Kevin go first.  I followed shortly after and thought I saw an eel, at which point I began doggie-paddling in frantic circles until Kev told me it was only a log.  We made it to the rock and took flight a couple times.  Raychel and I were proud of ourselves... :)  My favorite part of the rainforest trip was Paranella Park.  A Spaniard back in the early 1900s came to Australia and built a romantic Spanish-style home around a waterfall complete with a ballroom, paths all around the home, a tunnel of love, and a tennis court.  At all points in the area the waterfall is visible.  He was not the best architect, so natural disasters and corrosion have done a number on the place, but it is still the most romantic setting I've ever seen!  Anyway, that night was Kevin's 21st birthday, so we went to a nice seafood dinner and had a few drinks.  We planned on going out a little later, but once again we were all pooped.  The good thing about booking these two trips through our hostel was that we got two nights accommodation free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we just layed by the lagoon all day again.  It was 32-34 degrees celsius all week (which is low 90s fahrenheit.)  That night Sam Running and her parents met up with us for a drink at dinner, and they were exactly what I expected!  Now I see where she gets her bubbly/funny/kind personality.  Later, we walked through an Aboriginal art gallery that took my breath away.  I never took a close enough look at this type of art, but it is so intricate.  They are mostly dots/leaf shapes/and patterns that tell stories and dreams.  We also went through a Peter Lik photography gallery.  He takes photos all around the world and enhances them with the most vibrant color.  If I could decorate my home with only one piece, I would probably choose one of his.  Unfortunately, all I could afford was a couple postcards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided not to pull the same stunt we did before departure, so we went to bed by 11 that night.  Wednesday morning we were in a taxi by 9am and home by 3:30.  When I walked into our little apartment it felt like a 5 star.  I'm not kidding.  But I can't complain, it was a memorable trip.  All my roommates are gone on trips, so tonight Alec, Raych, and I are just blogging, loading photos, and watching TV.  Oh, and doing millions of loads of laundry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have made it this far, congratulations!  I am now finished until after Dad comes and we have our little excursion to the Whitsundays.  Unless we make some memories this weekend... until then-  CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-8412061175101361978?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/8412061175101361978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=8412061175101361978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8412061175101361978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8412061175101361978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/04/break-be-prepared-this-is-long.html' title='BREAK: Be prepared, this is LONG!'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/SAX2QsIj6SI/AAAAAAAAABk/HZpHuM6YC00/s72-c/IMG_0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-8198128700628349518</id><published>2008-04-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:28:08.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R_8uv4i68VI/AAAAAAAAABE/8EiO6FIV6JE/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R_8uv4i68VI/AAAAAAAAABE/8EiO6FIV6JE/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187916695921684818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R_8uwoi68WI/AAAAAAAAABM/AYhN6AS_m0g/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R_8uwoi68WI/AAAAAAAAABM/AYhN6AS_m0g/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187916708806586722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Red Bull has about the most genius marketing idea I've ever seen. First, their slogan is "Red Bull gives you wings."  They host this event called Flugtag where teams compete to build these rediculous contraptions they think will "fly" and run/bike/push their flying machine over the edge of a ramp that's about 10 meters above the water.  The most crazy man (believe me, women wouldn't be dumb enough to do this) is the pilot of the craft and goes down with it.  These competitions have been done all over the world, but this was the first one in Australia.  15,000 spectators showed up, which was amazing in itself.  We saw giant clocks, an airplane that was shaped like a bee, and my favorite, a giant penguin.  The penguin didn't even try to go fast off the ramp, they just waddled it to the edge and it fell off, which was about the funniest thing I've ever seen.  These things literally plummet into the water below!   Leading up to "take off" the team plays music and does a little dance or some sort of a performance, in which most wore costumes... (male nurses, tu tus, speedos, you name it.)  They are scored on performance, creativity, and distance.  The furthest one only went lik 20 meters, and apparently the world record is 60m.  I hope they were on the booze, because that's the only way I could see someone actually attempting this!  Oh, and this was all last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a really stressful week because I had a long paper to write for Aboriginal History.  I always think 'there is no way I'm going to finish' and then I pull a miracle.  I was printing in the library and when I got back to my computer this Asian guy was messing with it.  He said he was really into my paper and wanted a copy to read.  I said no that I had class soon... I'm thinking he might have downloaded a copy to sell or plagerise or something... it was sketchy.  So I told my professor about it today just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN- today I had my last class before a TWO WEEK break!  Went to the rec, then got a haircut, then relaxed at the beach for a bit.  Tomorrow morning we are leaving at 4:15am for the airport for break in Cairns (the popular place to see the Great Barrier Reef and the rainforest.)  It's a lot warmer up there so I can't wait!  I might just stay up all night since I have to be up at 3:45, I'm in college right??  :)  We are planning on snorkeling and stuff... maybe pet a few sharks.  You know.  More details after the break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-8198128700628349518?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/8198128700628349518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=8198128700628349518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8198128700628349518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8198128700628349518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-red-bull-has-about-most-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R_8uv4i68VI/AAAAAAAAABE/8EiO6FIV6JE/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-7634915954567447454</id><published>2008-04-01T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:57:17.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put some shrimp on the barbie!</title><content type='html'>G'Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't felt like writing in my blog lately so I have a lot of catching up to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I went to my first ever toga party.  Yes, I'm a terrible American college student.  I somehow managed to make a decent looking toga from my pink checkered bed sheet and we made our way to the campus bar.  I couldn't get over that this bar is right next to the library here, while at home we have a DRY campus!  Anyway, we get there and EVERYONE is dressed in togas... good fun.  Except this one guy who was pranked and told by his friends that it was a YOGA party... he wore a yoga instructor outfit!  haha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night the girls and I went over to a friends of a friends house, where we met some Aussies for a barbeque.  They fed us salad, lamb, steak, sausage, wine... amazing.  We showed them flip cup (for those of you who knows what that is) and it got pretty intense.  Raychel and Jonty had like 5 championships, because they're crazy like that!  They like their competitions here.  Then we actually called it an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raychel and I went to another waterpolo match Sunday at a different pool.  Let me tell you, we are getting pretty savvy with the sport.  Afterward there was live music by Jonty, a friend I met through work, and his brother so we stayed around for that.  We finally befriended some Aussie girls, too, who are just beautiful!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days of my internship have been pretty good.  We have a new account manager with us now, Tracey, so I'm not the new girl anymore!  It's really kind of hard to explain what my tasks are because they are different everyday.  I enter a lot of jobs into the data base, type reports up, check/write emails about art changes... that kind of thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-7634915954567447454?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/7634915954567447454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=7634915954567447454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/7634915954567447454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/7634915954567447454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/04/put-some-shrimp-on-barbie.html' title='Put some shrimp on the barbie!'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-5860484217968967043</id><published>2008-03-23T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:33:23.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondi Beach!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R-b2yHK3HqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ykqVySkOXx8/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R-b2yHK3HqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ykqVySkOXx8/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181099762114829986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was pretty uneventful... but we stayed two nights in Bondi over the weekend.  There was no class on Friday so we went  to the hotel.  No beach though because of rain.   It didn't rain on Saturday, but unfortunately the weather was still pretty windy and cold, which makes for some pretty choppy surf.  Some friends came down to surf as well and let me borrow a wetsuit so I decided to brave it.  They're a lot more experienced than me... I couldn't even get out past the breaking waves!  I was completely defeated.  At least I got a good upper body workout.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Running and I were told there was a church service on the beach so we asked all over on Saturday night and no one seemed to know anything.  I was pretty upset about it.  But Easter Sunday was beautiful and I thanked Him for how blessed I am.  I rented a wetsuit and took my board out for a surf and soon I hear these sirens go off.  I wasn't really sure what it meant and didn't see other surfers reacting to it so I just kept surfing.  Usually they sound an alarm or make an announcement when the current it strong so I thought it was probably that.   Those sirens went off about three or four times.  Eventually I got tired and made it back to the beach where my friends told me they were shark sirens!!!  Yeah, I said SHARK.  I'm not sure why no one was getting out of the water.  Anyway, I survived with all of my limbs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm getting together with my History partner to start working on our History presentation.  He is French, I am from America and we are supposed to give an in depth presentation about Aboriginal Genocide.  We can hardly understand each other and no next to nothing about Australian history so this should be interesting.  So today I'm going to the library to get a little head start.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  I haven't mentioned what a Tim Tam Slam is...  Tim Tams are these rectangle chocolate coated sandwich cookies that are usually eaten with tea or a hot drink.  To do a Tim Tam Slam you bite off a small part of two opposite corners of the cookie and put one corner in your mouth and one corner in the hot drink.  You then suck on it like a straw until you feel the liquid come through the cookie.  The Tim Tam starts to melt really fast so you have to 'slam' it in your mouth.  This is the best part- the cookie melts like butter in your mouth and is like mushy chocolate heaven.  I'm obsessed and will be bringing this tradition home with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-5860484217968967043?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/5860484217968967043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=5860484217968967043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5860484217968967043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5860484217968967043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/03/bondi-beach.html' title='Bondi Beach!!!'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R-b2yHK3HqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ykqVySkOXx8/s72-c/IMG_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-2123134040019396171</id><published>2008-03-17T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:14:42.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see- Saturday we went to Bondi for the day.  I surfed, but the waves were small and the crowds were big.  We are staying there for two nights next weekend for Easter so I'll be able to go early and beat the crowds.  We also found a church at the beach for Easter service, so it should be an Easter like none other.  Anyway, Sunday I went to the city to buy a few shirts and things for work since the dress code is more casual than expected.  We actually caught the tail end of the St. Patrick's Day parade, which I wish I had known about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at my internship Graham asked me to write up a contact report and creative brief from our meeting last Wednesday.  This was new to me and I spent a lot of time studying examples of each, but I know it will stick with me now.  After work, I decided to catch the 7:15 cycling class at the rec.  The instructor and I got talking afterwards about triathlons and she's almost convinced me to do one here.  It would be pretty difficult considering I didn't bring my bike or shoes, have never done an ocean swim, and don't have a car.  Apparently, there are a couple triathletes that are regular in her classes so I might try to make friends with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just internship tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-2123134040019396171?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/2123134040019396171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=2123134040019396171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/2123134040019396171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/2123134040019396171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-see-saturday-we-went-to-bondi-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-7006172866614997398</id><published>2008-03-14T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:23:16.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Designstreet and Rugby Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R9qALVaPfMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5305CzeUEGY/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R9qALVaPfMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5305CzeUEGY/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177591653829934274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two days of my internship may have been a little slow, but Wednesday was busy enough for both of them.  I have to start at the beginning when I was picking out my clothes for the day.  Usually I wear jeans and a top like everyone else in the office, but for some reason that day I decided to look a little nicer and wear a plain navy dress with a brown belt.  I got to work and started reading emails.  One was from Graham saying that he would be taking me to the city to visit with a client about a new project they had for us.  Oh yes, I had one hour to brief myself with background information about their corporate card.  I didn't really have time to get nervous.  Thank the heavens I didn't wear jeans.  Graham and I drove to the city and rode up to the 28th floor and met with Amanda.  She told us all about their corporate card and the product they wanted to promote.  I took notes like mad and tried not to say anything dumb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designstreet is only a creative boutique.  We design the final artwork, not the campaign.  So clients bring us in to execute their ideas.  Ideally, I want to work one step ahead with the campaign planners, but this gives me insight into the creative side.  Planners and creatives are two totally different personalities, so I'm learning how to interact with both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after our morning meeting, Graham wanted to swim over lunch break.  He took me to this swim/gym/cafe place for corporate folks who want to escape during lunch.  He swam while I frantically tried to read up on some background info.  Then we went back to the office for another round of meetings to find out exactly what they wanted us to design.  We'll be using their campaign strategy to make brochures, powerpoints, and pamphlets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was class, class, class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to my first ever rugby match!!  Kevin, Raychel, Sam R. Tom, and I decided to cheer for the South Sydney Rabbitohs because they were the home team...and Russell Crowe was at the game cheering for them.  I guess this game was a big deal because it was the 100th anniversary + the season opener.  We were told it was a huge event and were expecting large crowds comparable to an NFL game.  We got there two hours early, but I bet only 25,000 showed up to watch.  I guess this is a nice sized crowd for them, but it was nothing like the attendance and rowdiness of our sporting events.  It was cool to watch, and we started picking up on it by the end.  For instance- unlike football, the team that scores starts the next play with the ball and they get 6 tackles before they give up the ball.  Also, their field goals are kicked 20 meters back from wherever they crossed into the endzone.  So sometimes they would kick diagonally from the sideline!  That takes skill.  The players are huge brutes that I would never want to meet in an alley.  There is rugby league (which we went to) and rugby union.  They have slightly different rules, and I think in union the players are even bigger and the rules (or lack of) are more barbaric.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-7006172866614997398?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/7006172866614997398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=7006172866614997398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/7006172866614997398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/7006172866614997398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-express-and-australian-sport.html' title='Designstreet and Rugby Night'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R9qALVaPfMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5305CzeUEGY/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-3868985684771322811</id><published>2008-03-11T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:45:34.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' It</title><content type='html'>I finally started at DesignStreet!  Yesterday (Monday) I started walking to my internship a little after 8am.  My boss had been on vacation and didn't come in until 4, so they really didn't know what to do with me.  All morning I read the manuals and learned the computer programs.  It didn't take me long to realize that all those classes at Mizzou actually DID teach me something!   Today was a little better.  My boss, Graham, was still busy catching up from the week before so he couldn't do much with me, but Alex let me work on some jobs with her.  Nothing exciting yet, just entering data into the computer.  They did start me on answering phones-  "Good morning, DesignStreet, Kristine speaking..."  It wasn't so bad.  They had me making phone calls to suppliers by the end of the day.  Graham said this was their slowest week in a long time, so there should be more to do next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the office except Graham and Dan are under 26 years old.  I have a little office/large cubicle next to Brooke and Martin, the account managers, and they are constantly giving me songs to download and ideas of places to go.  It's a pretty fun environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-3868985684771322811?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/3868985684771322811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=3868985684771322811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/3868985684771322811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/3868985684771322811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/03/workin-it.html' title='Workin&apos; It'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-1747205532985019445</id><published>2008-03-08T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:38:09.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much to say today... Yesterday was rainy and I had class, which is probably good because it forced me to stay home and get some things done.  I was able to sign up for fall classes at Mizzou and make reservations for the Whitsunday Islands.  It rained all night.  So today it was sunny and we tried a new beach called Coogee.  It was small and had mostly locals so it was a nice change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-1747205532985019445?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/1747205532985019445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=1747205532985019445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1747205532985019445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1747205532985019445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-much-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-437821069185423449</id><published>2008-03-06T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:31:30.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-5s8_TtXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_TBHAbGP-o0/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-5s8_TtXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_TBHAbGP-o0/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174558678809032050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't written in a few days, but there really hasn't been much going on.  It's been tough the last few days, but somehow I've managed.  Here is what I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Went to the beach with Alec and Beth.  There's an funny story with Beth- we met her in the LA airport during our five hour layover and, by the end, felt like we'd known her our whole lives.  She is studying in Brisbane so we invited her to stay with us any time she wanted to see Sydney.  Welp, she called and said she was coming so she stayed with us for about 4 days.  Anyway, we laid out at Manly for awhile, and then I decided to look at surf boards again.  A half hour later I waltzed out of the shop with a board.  Yep, I purchased one.  It is white with a lime green logo and I chose hot pink board wax, so it looks pretty cool.  Then I realized quickly that traveling during rush hour on the buses and trains with a surf board is difficult and you make enemies with everyone around you.  I stood in the middle of the train holding onto my board for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Went to the beach with Raychel and Sam (roomie).  We just sunned ourselves and found some pretty great gelato for the ride home.  Gelato is a virtually fat free ice cream type of thing, and its texture is in between sorbet and ice cream.  It's pretty popular here.  Everyone is so health conscious here, and everywhere you go they have vegetarian options.  Even when we went to Katrina's for the barbeque she asked if any of us were veggos.  After the beach we just went home and I actually did a bit of reading for my history class.  Oh, and we made a late night trip to the grocery store for brownie mix... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- I decided I ought to have one more surf lesson with my new board so I wouldn't over-estimate my skill and kill myself.  So Shayna, Shannon, and I (two of my roommates) scheduled a lesson from 9-11 am.  Shayna also has her own board.  We left the house at 7 am... what do most people do at 7 am?  Go to work!  Yes, yet again we were in rush hour on a bus with two surf boards and a bunch of people who clearly hated that we were in swimsuits while they were in work suits.  We put the boards in the back and slowly the bus filled to capacity.  Of course none of them were getting off at our stop so we had to try not to impale everyone on the way out.  We missed the ferry, so we had to pay extra to ride the Manly Jet Cat, which is a very large speed boat that goes twice as fast as the ferry.  Arriving at our lesson, we could tell the instructors doubted our ablility since we are beginners with our own boards.  We just had to rip it up and prove them wrong.  Shayna and I got pretty comfortable with our boards.  I was able to learn to turn and ride the wave before it broke.  I'm by no means a pro, but I definitely got over my buyer's remorse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today-  So today was disappointing:  I had class.  Boo.  No, actually I'm enjoying my classes so far.  History is interesting, but I have several adults in my class taking continuing education, and they dominate the conversation.  In my child psychology class we talked about corporal punishment today.  Apparently, since I was spanked as a child I am probably aggressive and have a strained, if not non-existent, relationship with my parents.  I can't wait to write my paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few notes- Dad is coming to visit over spring break (April 21-26.)  We will be touring Sydney for a few days and flying to the Whitsunday Islands up north.  We have decided to definitely do the bridge climb and probably go skydiving.  Yes, we will jump from a plane and freefall for 30 seconds before, hopefully, a parachute releases to save us.  Nuts.  Now that I have written that, Dad, you have to do it.  He has always said he wanted to do it, so what better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also- My internship officially starts next Monday at 8:30 am.  I get to wear jeans to work, which is both pleasing and upsetting.  I packed a TON of work clothes to now find that it was wasted space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, and if anyone wondered, the water does drain counterclockwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-437821069185423449?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/437821069185423449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=437821069185423449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/437821069185423449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/437821069185423449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-i-havent-written-in-few-days-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-5s8_TtXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_TBHAbGP-o0/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-6641515912516626809</id><published>2008-03-02T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:37:13.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Gay Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-7Pc_TtYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KRGA-RSuQpw/s1600-h/n15925245_37795980_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-7Pc_TtYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KRGA-RSuQpw/s320/n15925245_37795980_1026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174560371026146690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney's largest party of the year has over half a million in attendance.  The main event- the annual Gay Mardi Gras parade.  Yeah, this year it was the 30th annual Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras.  I've never been exposed to that sort of thing and apparently it is a big deal in Sydney, so we went.  I would say it was primarily college kids there, all dressed to impress in neon colors and rediculous costumes.  I wore a neon 80s looking day dress and felt stupid until I got there and saw the spectacle.  Sam (roomie) and I took our lunches and sat in Hyde Park across from the bagpipe player, who had cheeks like a blowfish.  We had to find a spot to watch from by 4 pm and the parade started at 7.  There was every kind of gay group you can imagine in the parade, some would flaunt crazy costumes have dancing groups, while others just had a float and music.  I wish I had taken some videos, because the pictures don't do it justice.   It really was a good time because of all the energy, music, and free stuff they gave out.  Most of it, like the drag queens, were hilarious, some of it was just disturbing.  Anyway, I'm glad I did it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Sam, Raychel, and I went to Manly.  Raychel has kept in touch with one of the surf instructors from camp so she had lunch with him, and I looked into buying a surf board.  The instructor said they bought boards at cost so he could get one for me pretty cheap and send it back to town on a bus that picks up campers.  Hmmm... we'll see if this actually happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially have my internship at Designstreet now and will hopefully start within the next week or two.  My child psychology should be pretty cool, I have a lot of older women in my class for continuing education and our tests come directly from lecture.  The Australian history class, on the other hand, will be a challenge.  I'm partnered with a French guy for our tutorial presentation, and neither of us know anything about Australia coming in to it.  A new perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-6641515912516626809?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/6641515912516626809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=6641515912516626809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6641515912516626809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/6641515912516626809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/03/really-gay-day.html' title='A Really Gay Day'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-7Pc_TtYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KRGA-RSuQpw/s72-c/n15925245_37795980_1026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-1852166678774840409</id><published>2008-02-27T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:10:22.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I had a royal feast.  I've been in contact with Katrina, an Aussie woman who Mom knows through work, and she invited my friends and I over for food on the 'barbie' tonight.  Karen, another lady Mom works with, picked us up and drove us to Katrina's house where we had the feast.  Wine, lamb chops, fresh salad, cheese and 'bikkies' (biscuits), and corn on the cob.  For dessert we had this dish called pavlova, which is basically whipped sugar that looks a bit like merengue, topped with tons of fresh fruit.  It was amazing.  Katrina's kids are not shy- Terase,6, Dominic,8, and James, 20 months.  They kept us entertained.  Even the downpour during our dinner on the porch couldn't ruin the night.  Their yard looks like a little rainforest or something you might see in Fern Gully.  It would definitely be a great magical playground for kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen lives up by Cresent Head, where we had our surf trip, and invited us to stay at her house anytime.  Might have to take her up on that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-1852166678774840409?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/1852166678774840409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=1852166678774840409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1852166678774840409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1852166678774840409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/02/tonight-i-had-royal-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-8359752887445519075</id><published>2008-02-26T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:22:57.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The internship</title><content type='html'>I now have an internship!  I wasn't happy with the options that Macquarie provided me, so I went searching for ad agencies on my own.  There were several in the area and the first place I called was Designstreet.  They are located about a 20min walk from my house and asked me in for an interview.  The agency is small, only about 13 employees, but it has a very open office and contemporary feel.  I will get to work directly with the account directors and managers, so I think I'll get some practical experience.  I couldn't have found a better fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-8359752887445519075?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/8359752887445519075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=8359752887445519075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8359752887445519075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/8359752887445519075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/02/internship.html' title='The internship'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-4647770073712303113</id><published>2008-02-25T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:43:48.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-8ys_TtZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A1zm0CQq_xQ/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-8ys_TtZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A1zm0CQq_xQ/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174562076128163218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we started out our day at 5:15 to catch the bus to Sydney.  Yet again I was floored by another random act of kindness by our city bus driver.  Sam and I didn't know how to get to central station by bus, so when the driver let everyone off at a stop he quickly turned off the bus and took us down a block to show us the way.  He actually left his bus for us!   Anyway, we first visited Sydney Olympic Park.  I was able to take a picture under the site of the Olympic flame.  Then we made our way to the mountains where we saw several waterfalls, climbed well over 1000 steps, rode the world's steepest rail car (that had no seatbelts by the way), and saw the Three Sisters rock formation.  It was a tremendous amount of walking, but well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me what Kangaroo means I'd now have to say 'I don't know.'  Our tour guide said that the English asked the Aboriginees what they called this new animal and they said 'Kangara'.  So they eventually turned the word into what we know as kangaroo.  Many years later we discovered that 'kangara' in Aboriginee means 'I don't know' so technically the kangaroo's name is 'I don't know'.  Did you get all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I talked to the internship department about options and was a little disappointed.  Only one of them was any good, so I'm looking into other ad agencies on my own in case it doesn't work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-4647770073712303113?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/4647770073712303113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=4647770073712303113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/4647770073712303113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/4647770073712303113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue-mountains.html' title='The Blue Mountains'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-8ys_TtZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A1zm0CQq_xQ/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-9188800564059067035</id><published>2008-02-21T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:04:21.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday we had our orientation for Macquarie Uni.  During the morning session they welcomed us and presented several extra curricular opportunities like seeing leadership speakers, going to rugby games and more weekend trips like the surf camp.  During lunch Sam Running and I (there are two Sams, one is my roomie and the other is Sam Running) went to the travel agency on campus and booked a trip to the Blue Mountains for this Sunday.  After lunch was the academic orientation.  At Mizzou getting registered for classes is stressful enough, so doing it in another country with two advisors at different schools is a pain.  But fortunately I got my classes approved before I got here.  We also found out that since we are study abroad and not exchange students we are not eligible for a lower student priced bus fare.  Sorry Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to campus to get my student card and take money out of the ATM.  I was pleasantly surprised that there was no fee charged when I got my money!  Then Sam R, Kevin, and I went to Sydney and caught the ferry to Manly Beach.  I've always pictured a ferry as a little dingy, but obviously a dingy couldn't hold many people so it looked more like a very small cruise ship.  Along the way, we got a beautiful view of the opera house and bridge, as well as the architecture on the cliffs and several sail boats.  After a short walk past surf shops and food stands, we made it to the beach, only to find that it was closed due to a dangerous under current and huge waves.  We couldn't swim, but it was still nice to lay out and watch the waves.  I have much more appreciation for the waves and the surfers now that I have tried.  I think I'll go on one or two more surfing day trips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Sam got pretty sick today.  My feet aren't used to flip flops yet, so I have huge blisters.  We were a sad looking pair walking from the bus stop- I was hobbling and she was holding a trash bag... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news about the apartment.  We get a cleaning lady every other week!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the few complaints I've had, I can't describe how much I love this atmosphere.  Maybe I'll move here.  Just kidding Mom, but it is paradise.  The Aussies are unbelievably kind- today a guy that saw us get off the bus when Sam got sick came back with his wife to give us a ride.  They brought water and a bucket for Sam, and took us to our apartment so we didn't have to wait for the next bus.  This is not the first random act of kindness we've received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow- Bondi Beach and Darling Harbor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-9188800564059067035?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/9188800564059067035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=9188800564059067035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/9188800564059067035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/9188800564059067035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-yesterday-we-had-our-orientation-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-1556923897486989778</id><published>2008-02-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:45:12.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-9HM_TtaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_CVLU15M_iA/s1600-h/n15925245_37714883_6064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-9HM_TtaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_CVLU15M_iA/s320/n15925245_37714883_6064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174562428315481506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted pictures on my photo album- kristineballensky.myphotoalbum.com- if you want to have a look.  They reminded me that I forgot to write about the reptile zoo we visited.  On our way to the surf camp the bus stopped to visit the zoo, where I was able to pet a koala, feed baby kangaroos and see bird-eating spiders, a tasmanian devil, and some crocs.  The roos were by far the most entertaining, as they were just roaming free around the park greedily begging for our roo food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-1556923897486989778?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/1556923897486989778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=1556923897486989778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1556923897486989778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/1556923897486989778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-again-i-posted-pictures-on-my-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-9HM_TtaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_CVLU15M_iA/s72-c/n15925245_37714883_6064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416730975666331933.post-5979629557578742091</id><published>2008-02-19T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:46:09.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I've decided to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-9WM_TtbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5dY_jWBnKXU/s1600-h/n15925245_37714938_7647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-9WM_TtbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5dY_jWBnKXU/s320/n15925245_37714938_7647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174562686013519282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought blogs were cool.  I thought they were for people to share entirely too much about themselves to other nosy people.  But here I am.  This is much easier than sending mass emails that take so long to write that my webmail times me out.  So, if you are interested in my travel tales in Australia, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to get things up to speed... my flight was delayed 4 hours in LA so I ended up having to stay awake until 4 am to board the plane.  This actually minimized my jet lag, so I guess in a way it was a blessing.  I flew with four other girls from Mizzou and am lucky to be living with one of them, Sam Aiossa.  She's a saucy little Italian from Chicage and I think we'll be fun for each other.  My other roomie, Shayna, is sweet as well and we're waiting for the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned from the orientation surfing trip with 61 other international kiddies.  To sum up the experience, we partied at night at the campfire and tiki hut, called Humpy, surfed during the day, ate, and surfed some more.  The instructors are outrageous and I hope their accent and totally laid back attitude rubs off on me.  I've also now met a surfing dog.  Grommet, meaning 'the little surfer', can stand on the board with the dudes while they surf!  Anyway, I've just emailed some of you who might be reading this with details on the trip, so if not just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilets here have two flushes- one is a shorter, water saving flush for pee and the other is a full flush for poopie.  I think it's a solid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they shorten most words to end in an 'ie' sound.  For instance, people have been calling sunglasses 'sunnies' and breakfast 'brekkie', university is called 'Uni' and I've even been shortened to Krissie.  I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation for Uni is on Thursday, so I really am going to have to use my brain while I'm here.  I'm still not sure about the internship, which is bugging me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416730975666331933-5979629557578742091?l=kristineballensky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/feeds/5979629557578742091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416730975666331933&amp;postID=5979629557578742091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5979629557578742091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416730975666331933/posts/default/5979629557578742091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristineballensky.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-ive-decided-to-blog.html' title='Yes, I&apos;ve decided to blog'/><author><name>Kristine Ballensky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930859556765830933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QykZrtIzY1Y/R8-9WM_TtbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5dY_jWBnKXU/s72-c/n15925245_37714938_7647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
