Author Archives: Virginia Ashley Woolridge

‘Jihadi John’ Unmasked

I found the University of Westminster through a family friend who studied here 4 years ago. She had a great experience which led me to explore the programs offered here. Masquerading as a humanities student, I didn’t look very far into the specifics of coursework, I was more concerned with the university’s location and student body. Living in central PA all of my life, I was excited to see that the University of Westminster has what is considered one of the most diverse student bodies of the greater London public universities.  I applied without question, so excited to meet people that weren’t from “New Jersey” or “Just outside Philly.”

Since living here, I have had the opportunity to soak in just how diverse our student body at UoW really is. I’m sure you’ve seen that the masked man in the gruesome videos released by ISIS has been identified. Mohammed Emwazi or “Jihadi John” was a 2009 graduate from my university, and an unmasked photo of him wearing a Pittsburgh Pirates hat is now plastered on every newspaper and website I see.

Knowing that I am studying and possibly living in the same quarters as this extremist is the most eye opening thing that has happened to me, ever. Despite all of the terrifying news of ISIS over the last few months, I never thought twice when I saw the signs for the Islamic Society meetings at UoW. Despite visiting a Je suis Charlie memorial in Paris, and even after being in Copenhagen just a week before its first terrorist attack in decades, I never thought twice when I saw the signs at UoW combating Islamophobia. “What kind of a closed minded person would have Islamophobia?” I thought. After the news of Mohammed Emwazi, and after reading Raheem Kassam’s account of attending UoW here, I still do not “think twice”, however I have experienced a culture shock that I never expected.

The day this news broke there was a lecture scheduled to take place in the lobby of my building which was cancelled due to “increased sensitivity and security concerns” that came with the news. Haitham al-Haddad, the scheduled lecturer, is a British scholar with “controversial” views: it’s been reported that he believes being gay should be illegal, Osama bin Laden will go to heaven, and female genital mutilation is justified, to name a few. I will note that he has spoken out against some of these reported views, saying that things can be misinterpreted.

Even in Pennsylvania, I thought that I was aware of some of the radical beliefs that exist out there. I thought that coming to a diverse school such as the University of Westminster would open my eyes to the world, but I never thought that I would potentially come face to face with beliefs so extreme.

The news of Jihadi John and learning of Haitham al-Haddad has shown me just how diverse of a university I chose, which has helped me realize just how diverse the world truly is. “Realize” being the key word – digesting it is a whole other ball game.

Don’t swipe right, I’m psycho.

What’s the best way to get acquainted with a new culture?

Mingling with the locals, definitely.

What’s the best way to mingle with the locals?

By going on Tinder dates, definitely.

And therein lies the logic in my strategy for exploration these days. I have found myself on three dates in London via the infamous Tinder. For those unfamiliar (Grandma), Tinder is a dating application for smart phones that involves swiping a photo of your potential suitor “right” if you like the profile, and “left” if you would rather not be courted by the individual.

Is this a relatively shallow and potentially dangerous way to meet people?

Yes.

Could this result in going on epic first dates and meeting half decent British lads?

If you are me, yes.

I have simply had the best luck on my Tinder endeavours. Through expressing my semi-quick wit and interest in soccer throughout my Tinder profile, I eventually landed myself an invitation to a premier league soccer game. For the less inclined soccer fans out there, I will put the grandeur of this invitation in perspective: my Instagram of the event landed itself 77 WHOLE “LIKES”. For the less inclined Instagrammers out there, that’s a lot of “likes” in the land of @VAWool.

I have found this whole tinder dating thing to be an interesting exercise or sorts. To warm up you cover the basics – “How are you?” “What did you do today?” Then we move on to the surface details about work, school, hobbies, etc. From these few dates I can see where interview prep has really come in handy; my 90 second “walk me through your resume” has translated beautifully. In the case that the Tinder date is going relatively well, we will continue talking and maybe go more in-depth on family, background, etc. This is where I’ve had the chance to really refine some of my social skills – my go-to stories are now more concise, with hopefully better punchlines as well. In a nut shell, these dates have been great grounds for “practicing socializing”, hopefully increasing my endurance and agility through the art of getting to know someone. I know, you all want to go on a date with me after reading this paragraph, I know.

While having the app on your phone is a source of embarrassment alone for some, I am happy I have briefly reached into the realm of internet dating for my time in London.

Study Abroad 101

What my friends think I do:

what my friends

 The Metropolitan Bar: Drinks with unidentified man

What my mom thinks I do:

my mom

Glencoe, Scotland: Site seeing to the max

What I think I do:

what i think

Nyhavn, Copenhagen, Denmark: Looking fabulous with coffee

What I actually do:

what i actually do 2

Paris, France: CREPE CREPE CREPE CREPE CREPE

&

what i actually do

 London, England: Netflix in my nest

#LDN2K15

In the past two months, I have been in five different countries, I have seen four plays, I have been on three blind dates, I have lost two gloves, and I have written 1 blog – this one.

Yes, I am two months into my study abroad in London, England and this is my first blog – sorry PSU GeoBlog! Every time I felt an inkling of a “blogsperation” something exciting in my life would fall precedent, or I would actually attempt to write it out, only to experience extreme anxiety and discomfort – no, not in relation to my irritable bowel. Turns out, putting my thoughts and feelings into words isn’t quite my cup of tea.

But we are two paragraphs in and this feels alright. While I’m on a roll, I must revisit the first moment I felt like I had something to blog about.

On a long walk one day I discovered what I hypothesized as the “coolest” coffee shop in London. At first, I even went as far as to compare this cafe to my alma mater, Saint’s Café, in State College. But at Wild and Wood, they keep the cakes out in open air, there isn’t a front counter, and they purposefully don’t have wifi to “foster conversation.” I have since proven this hypothesis wrong – because pews hurt my back and wifi is life – however, I digress.

The next weekend, in true study abroader fashion, I thought the best way to waste a few quid was by taking a stroll to my new favourite coffee spot and stopping at a bookstore on the way for a light read. What should I read over here? Some deep and meaningful fiction, definitely. While I thought the hardest part of this day would be fitting in at “the coolest coffee shop in London,” this was not the case.

I’ll save you the misery I faced in that book store – flash forward – I spent two wretched hours browsing fiction titles. All I wanted was for the synopsis of an interesting looking book to pull me in, but it just wasn’t happening. I was trying SO HARD to sell myself on some of them, but I simply could not. It is likely, that in true study abroader fashion, I was trying too hard.

I ended up purchasing The Big Short by Michael Lewis, a classic piece of financial literature that I am embarrassed to admit I hadn’t read until a few weeks ago (sorry, Dad and Gary).  Also, before you say it, I know we have a “million” copies at home.

Now, did I enjoy reading this book? Hell yea, I have since re-read it. Books are expensive.

But you see, I am a finance student at home, as was my sister, and my dad teaches the subject as well. However in London I am taking my art and history credits – “expanding my horizons”, “seeing new things”, “branching out.” So here lies my first blogspiration. I am over here living in a dream, a chance to completely distance myself from my home life, and I can’t help but my stray back to my roots.

In a way my interest in the book was comforting and reassuring – “Yes, I am in the right major!” But at the same time it made me wonder – just how far will I let myself go out of my comfort zone while I’m over here? Will I always be searching for something that “feels like home”? I sure hope not. Cue scary music.