By Minah Ha
From November 10th-12th, Joshua Tree National Park will be partnering with the National Park Service in order to bring star enthusiasts the Night Sky Festival. This is the third annual Night Sky Festival that the park has hosted for those who want to sit under a sky full of stars.Although this event is free of charge, if you decide to come on November 10th, you will have to pay a park entrance fee of $30. However, because of Veteran’s Day weekend, there will be no park entrance fee on November 11th and 12th! Joshua Tree National Park, located three hours away from Los Angeles is known for its unique Joshua trees and desert flowers in the day to it’s breathtaking desert stars in the night. Because the park itself is located far from big cities, the lack of urban lights allows stars to be clearly seen. Thus, star enthusiasts in Southern California flock to Joshua Tree to stargaze and explore the many constellations that they can’t see in their own urban environments due to light pollution. Many describe the desert stars in Joshua Tree as millions of specks in the sky and when sitting under it, you can’t help but to think about the vastness of the universe.
Beginning at 5am, the Night Sky Festival will showcase various astronomy programs throughout the day. You can learn about the different constellational stories and folktales that have been passed down through storytellers and identify those stars in the sky. There will be park rangers, scientists, and astronomers explaining the various workings of our solar system to all those who want to learn about the science behind our stars as well! Additionally, at night, telescopes will be placed for viewers to get a clearer look at the stars and possibly the different planets! If the weather permits, you also might be able to get to clearly see the Milky Way as well!
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By Autumn Palen
Last spring, towards the end of April, I boarded an overnight bus at 11pm — just me and the backpack my mom had loaned me for the semester. One uncomfortably upright night of sleep later, I found myself in a country where nobody knew me, and I didn’t know their language.
And I spent one week there.
This is how that went.
The country in question was The Netherlands, and, although I arrived at Amsterdam Sloterdijk Station, just outside the capital itself, I stayed with a family in Heemstede, south of the markedly smaller city of Haarlem.
Getting from Amsterdam to Heemstede on my own, at dawn, turned out to be a bit trickier than expected. Even in English, the ticketing machine was exceptionally confusing, and the validation system was something my Morning Brain was not ready to absorb. Once I boarded the train, anxiety hummed within me as the Fare Enforcement Officer made his way up the aisle, for fear of not having done it correctly. Thankfully, the officer didn’t bat an eye, nor did I have to open my mouth and make Dutch come out.
I wasn’t in the clear, though. There was still the matter of getting off the train.
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By Megan Wong
Through the Agency of Volunteer Service of Hong Kong, I delivered hot meals and necessities to impoverished families around Tsuen Wan, a market town on the outskirts. As I entered each of the homes, I was stunned. On each floor of the buildings where the families lived was a conventional flat; however, the original flat was divided into five more units, each no more than a hundred square feet in area. In front of me, I saw families living an overcrowded yet isolated existence, sparking within me disbelief and outrage. It was difficult to believe I was still in Hong Kong; how could Asia’s “World City” blatantly ignore the vital needs of its citizens.
In a prominent international finance hub, 25% of the city’s population still lives below the poverty line. Hong Kong’s tug of war game between wealth and poverty is insidious and is symbolic of my hometown in its truest form. While walking around the city, constant reminders of poverty bombarded me wherever I wandered, be it a woman digging through the garbage for a meal, or a man kneeling on the sidewalk, begging for money.
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