The Skadden Fellowship Program, often described as a “legal Peace Corps,” provides fellows with a salary and benefits consistent with the public interest organization sponsoring the law student’s fellowship application. In Petsonk’s case, this organization is Mountain State Justice, a non-profit, public interest law firm based in Charleston, WV.

For more information, click here!

Klansville, USA: The Rise and Fall of the Civil Rights-Era Ku Klux Klan

By David Cunningham
Oxford University Press, $29.95

Of all the U.S. states back in 1966, North Carolina was by far the most virulent hotbed of Ku Klux Klan activity: 52.2 percent of the most prominent Klan group’s membership lived in the Tar Heel State (Georgia had the next-highest share — a relatively scant 9.7 percent). Cunningham, associate professor of sociology, unravels why the Klan gained such purchase in North Carolina during the civil rights era, what this reveals about the Klan’s extremist methods and how those methods were finally overcome.

Paging God: Religion in the Halls of Medicine

By Wendy Cadge
University of Chicago Press, $25

Should spiritual practices and prayer play a recognized role in hospitals, one that affects decisions related to space allocation, policies and staffing? If so, how do hospitals accommodate the ever-broadening spiritual diversity in the U.S.? Cadge, associate professor of sociology, explores religion’s place in American health care — what it is, and what it could be — in this thoughtful, engrossing book.

Medicating Race: Heart Disease and Durable Preoccupations With Difference

By Anne Pollock ’98
Duke University Press, $23.95

A clinical study recommends that an inexpensive antihypertensive be the first drug prescribed for black patients with elevated blood pressure. Is this racism? Or do black people actually have a genetic difference that makes them more responsive to the cheaper drug? Pollock, an assistant professor of science, technology and culture at Georgia Tech, probes the ways that racial bias interacts with experts’ imperfect understanding of human biochemistry and medical technology to complicate the treatment of heart disease.

Check out the magazine online: http://www.brandeis.edu/magazine/2013/spring/bookshelf.html

When I chose to study abroad in Montpellier, France, I did not anticipate a particularly culturally challenging experience. It really never occurred to me that I might notice a distinct difference from my experiences in the US; “culture shock” was a phrase reserved for my friends off to places I considered significantly less westernized. To a certain extent, I am sure that this is true. However, I have been continuously surprised by my observations here: I am reminded everyday that I am not at home in the US, that I do not exist within a culture that is familiar to me right now. The smallest observations provoke this awareness: the dress of small children I see on my walks through the medieval city center and the consistent approaches from “strangers” on the streets.

I arrived in the mild winter of Southern France to immediately notice little little girls in under-the-knee leather boots, sometimes wobbling along behind their parents or settled safely into strollers. This somewhat silly observation struck me as unique to my new home. These little girls really seemed more like shrunken adults than children as they mimicked their mothers in just about every aspect of self-presentation; boots, scarves, mini-leather jackets. It occurred to me that maybe the concept of “big girl” shoes doesn’t quite exist in the same way here as those tiny shoes were really no different than my own! I always looked forward to articles of clothing that would somehow display my developing maturity and I knew I had arrived when I traded in my sketchers or my sparkly decal covered snow boots (clearly belonging to a child) for a pair of black leather boots.

Exploring the narrow, winding roads, I was also jarred by the manner in which strangers seemed to interact. I am frequently approached without hesitation; whether it is someone asking me for a lighter or the time of day. Even in line to check out at the supermarket, I’ve been asked twice for an extra 5 or 20 centimes. I realized immediately that I am not accustomed to this sort of confrontation; when someone approaches me on the street (or even in a closed environment such as the supermarket) I am immediately skeptical of what they could possibly be requesting. If I anticipate being short on my groceries, I’m more likely to leave an item behind than to risk confrontation with a stranger who may or may not be feeling friendly. From a greater perspective, though, I realized that these interactions make for a wonderful dynamic between people. I feel as though I am incorporated into a fabric of society that shares a greater understanding of individuals living complicated daily lives. If the woman in line ahead of me is short twenty centimes on her evening groceries, why wouldn’t I gladly help her out? If I mustered up the courage to ask, I’d certainly want someone to do the same for me. And despite being late for class, why wouldn’t I pause to lend out my lighter? It’s possible that I am overlooking this sense of community in the US, and perhaps being here in France has just attuned me to it. Regardless, I look forward to re-experiencing my home with this new awareness.

Assistant Professor Sara Shostak, as reported in this week’s Justice, “was awarded the Michael L. Walzer ’56 Award for Teaching.” In an email to the Justice Prof. Shostak wrote, “I was absolutely thrilled to receive the Michael L. Walzer ’56 Award for Teaching. I love teaching at Brandeis. I am inspired by the students in my classes, and those with whom I’ve worked on independent research projects. So, receiving an award based on student nominations is deeply meaningful to me.”

It is so nice to see someone awarded for something that they feel passionately about. Congratulations to Professor Shostak for her achievements and excellence in and outside of the classroom.

When I arrived in Denmark I was bussed from cosmopolitan Copenhagen to the town of Hillerød. I live in Grundtvigs Højskole—a folk high school. A folk high school is a mix between school and a summer camp: students aged 17-27 take classes but with no grades, assessments, or degrees at the end. The idea is to incorporate learning into one’s lifestyle. Additionally, there is a somewhat communal living style—everyone has kitchen duty to prep for 6pm meal time and most of the højskole consists of common spaces to encourage a feeling of “hygge,” which loosely means the Danish idea of cozy togetherness. I live with 10 other Americans and 99 Danes, but go to classes with only Americans. I was nervous at first because Danes have a reputation of being rather insular or cold. While they were difficult to get to know at first, most are extremely friendly and happy to talk to the Americans.

Academically, my semester has been less of an adjustment: DIS is a study center study abroad program which means that classes are taught by professors within the program with other Americans rather than at a Danish university. Every program involves study tours; the Sociology program went to Sweden and later in the program I will go to Turkey with my class! I came to Denmark largely because Scandinavian countries have a reputation for being open about sexuality—my area of interest. While this is true to an extent, many Danes believe they have gender equality and thus no reason to study the topic academically. I am curious to see if this proves true. While my abroad experience is likely very different from most others, I feel like I am experiencing life as young Danes do, gaining new perspectives along the way.

During my program’s orientation, I stayed in a hostel located in the city centre of Dublin along with the other American students on the Arcadia University program.  Since my university’s campus is about a twenty-minute bus ride from the urban part of Dublin, it was great to have those few first days to explore the city before moving into my apartment on campus.  One of my favorite parts of orientation was learning about Gaelic football and hurling, two major Irish sports.  The Arcadia program took us to a sports complex, where the staff took us onto the sports field and taught us the basics of these incredibly difficult sports.  Although my lack of coordination put me at a disadvantage while participating in this part of orientation, I definitely enjoyed kicking off my abroad experience by doing something authentically Irish.

Another memorable part of my experience occurred this past weekend.  I went on a trip with the other students studying abroad through the Arcadia program to the town of Killlarney, located in the Irish county of Kerry.  I had the pleasure of seeing some incredibly beautiful scenary as we took a boat ride along the Lakes of Killarney and then took a horsecarriage ride through the nearby mountains.  Killarney has been one of the most gorgeous places I’ve ever been to and I feel so lucky to have had the priviledge of visiting it.

Despite all the craic I’ve been having while studying abroad (craic is Irish slang for fun), I have definitely experienced the difficulties that come with adjusting to life in a new country.  I have had to get used to certain differences between Ireland and the United States.  For example, in Ireland, the street signs are located on the corners of the buildings instead of being positioned separately on rods at street corners.  Subtle differences such as this one made finding my way around the city a little difficult at first.  Also, the classes in Ireland are structured very differently than those in the United States.  Instead of consisting of continuous assessments, most Irish course grades are dependent upon one or two large assignments.  However, regardless of having to adjust to these differences, I am confident that I made the right decision by studying abroad and can’t wait to see what these next three months in Ireland have in store for me.

Learning the basics of Gaelic hurling with some other study abroad students!  I am on the far right.

Taking a boat ride along the Lakes of Killarney.  Again, I am on the far right.

I’ve heard that question more times than I can count in the past month from both Americans and Spaniards alike.  The answer, for me, is simple.  I wanted a smaller, quieter city.  Not as many American students, not as many tourists.  Something slower.  Now, after living in Seville for three weeks, I can say that I feel I’ve made the right decision.  Sevillian cultural norms such as sitting with friends at a café for an hour or two just to chat and waking up a little bit later have been sublime.  I’ve been able to do a lot of leisure reading and have enjoyed trying new cuisines, ranging from pastries to tortillas to strong European coffee.  And, of course, speaking the Spanish language has been a challenging but valuable immersive experience.  Such an unhurried lifestyle here is a nice break from American hurriedness.

That isn’t to say, however, that there haven’t been challenges in adjusting along the way.  Spain loves its ham, and I don’t eat meat, which has had to be clarified and re-clarified with my homestay mother.  I had to make a more concerted effort to find peers who shared my preference for quieter social gatherings because many students here enjoy clubbing and bar-hopping.  Traveling around Europe is not nearly as easy and inexpensive as everyone says it is.  And, of course, I do miss Brandeis.  But these challenges are a healthy part of study abroad: learning to adjust to an unfamiliar culture and taking responsibility for yourself in a way that has never been asked of you before.

Even with the challenges, I am very excited to be here.  The opportunity to live in a foreign city doesn’t come around frequently and, therefore, being able to really immerse myself into the culture of Seville is a privilege.  For me, this semester is not about trying to see as many sights as I can or tasting a new flavor of tapas every evening.  It’s about being a little bit European.  And my ethnography experience in Sociology is sure to help me learn the part.

Taken during a weekend retreat, on which we were only allowed to speak Spanish.  I heard maybe 5 minutes of English all weekend.  The location was in the countryside north of Seville.

Seville is very bicycle-friendly.  Most major streets have clearly designated bicycle lanes on the sidewalks.  Additionally, Seville has its own bicycle-sharing program with bicycle docks throughout the city.

There have recently been several labor protests in Spain.  This demonstration, right next to the University of Seville, is by garbagemen on strike.  As a result of their strike, garbage has been piling up around the city.

Life in Italy was not quite what I expected. I thought it would be canolis, pizza, hand gestures, and churches. It is much more that that. When I first arrived in Florence, I did not realize that my program would require that I speak mainly in Italian. I was to live with a host family who spoke only Italian and then set free to find my way to school every morning with just a map, no wifi to use mapquest. The first week was rough. I had to improve my rusty Italian, learn how to use the public buses, manage the amount of money I could spend on lunch, and make friends. In just three weeks from then, I have learned how to get anywhere in Florence, how to haggle a deal from vendors, and how to have a pretty decent conversation with Italians. It was difficult at first mainly because I was living in someone else’s home; I felt as though I were invading their life. But after a few weeks and a lot of effort to keep my room tidy, I have created a nice bond with my family. For the rest of the semester, I hope to improve my Italian, travel around Italy more, and really learn everything about the Italian way of life. I am keeping a blog of my adventures in Florence if you would like to read more about my travels. (http://srgdance.wordpress.edu)