
Utah Beach Memorial

Gropius Bau – This building has always housed educational arts studies and programs. During WWII, the exterior of the building was hit repeatedly by Soviet machine gun fire as they entered Berlin in 1945.

Museum of the Liberation – Paris, France.

Me on the boardwalk of Omaha Beach in Normandy, France.
My name is Isabella Scully-Tenpenny, and for my STEP project, I chose to study abroad through the Transnational History of World War II program, facilitated by the Ohio State Department of History. Through this program, we visited several World War II related museums and locations in London, UK; Bayeux, France; Paris, France; Krakow, Poland; and Berlin, Germany. This program is different from other study abroad programs because participants are required to take a course together with the leading professor during the spring semester prior to the beginning of the program during the summer semester. Upon arrival in London, everyone in my program had known each other at least since January 2024. Together we explored the rich cultures of the cities we traveled to, while experiencing each location’s version of World War II.
Goal 1
The night before I was to depart CMH en route to London-Heathrow Airport, I was hit with how scared I was to leave the United States. I stayed with a friend who had studied abroad in London the previous spring semester, and she admitted her worry for me as we organized my beat-up purple carry-on suitcase. In the U.S., the American sense of fashion is extremely casual… Sweatpants, mismatched socks, looking like I just rolled out of bed, etc. My friend stressed to me that I shouldn’t wear my athletic leggings, sport shorts, and my two cotton t-shirts that I’ve worn out and stained, out in Europe. I had planned to get a few outfits at a super cheap department store when I arrived, but having had a chaotic end of the semester, I didn’t have a chance to take a long look at the itinerary to plan when I would do my shopping. I was anxious and stressed. I didn’t want to be identifiably American. I was afraid of being targeted. This fear came from how the rest of the world is portrayed in the U.S.. I expected to be pickpocketed within the first 2 hours of being on British soil. I returned back to the States on June 21, and I was never pickpocketed. I was never kidnapped and held ransom because I was an American. Nor was I bombarded with questions, compliments, or wishes from the people who I met. The ground beneath my feet wasn’t worshipped, not that I expected this, but was usually met with a big “Aahh! America!” and a huge smile. I realized that the U.S. leads many Americans to exude a sort of supremacy that is extremely off-putting to Europeans. Our assumed entitled attitude gives Americans a bad reputation, and unfortunately, many of my fellow Americans that I observed lived up to this expectation. Thankfully, none of them are Ohio State students.
Traveling to another country that either speaks English with a non-American accent, or doesn’t speak English, made me realize that for the first time in my life, I was a foreigner. I was the customer who didn’t speak the local language. I wish that I could go back to the beginning of my program when I was too shy to ask the locals about the local culture, and if they recommended restaurants or must-see attractions. I didn’t overcome my shyness until the first night that I was in Krakow, Poland, and I met a sandwich shop owner who had immigrated to Poland from Azerbaijan. He did not know much English, so he relied on Google Translate to communicate with me about what I wanted to order, and about where we both come from. He told me, through Translate of course, that there are people all over the world who will always be happy to help, if I just ask them. That lesson helped me to get over myself and be okay with asking for help.
I have developed a much deeper respect and appreciation for the people I interact with back home who are not from the U.S. I now know that being in a foreign place is very hard, and very scary, especially if it’s the first time ever leaving home. Being kind, sensitive, and patient with others is extremely important and respectful, and can positively change the way someone sees the world. I know this because of an incident that taught me what it felt like to receive the opposite.
I’ll never forget the group of French teenage boys who openly cursed my cohort as we entered the Utah Beach Landing Museum. I don’t know what they said about us besides, “******* Americans,” which was followed by loud snickering. My classmates’ and I who witnessed this were angry. Here we were in a foreign country, on Utah Beach where hundreds of American soldiers were killed on or after D-Day, being treated like a joke. I thought that I had felt a French-American connection because of the war, but I couldn’t help but reevaluate my feelings. It wasn’t fair, it was mean, and disrespectful, it was… exactly how many Americans act in the presence of non-Americans in America. In the U.S., we have to do better. The world deserves better.
When I had decided that I wanted to do this program and I had thought about what I planned to get out of it, my number one goal was to become a more well-rounded global citizen. Upon returning home at the conclusion of my solo traveling trip, which began at the conclusion of my education abroad program, I am confident that I met my goal. I wish that I could say that I had planned to feel connected to the cities that I traveled to, but I hadn’t. Now I feel like I left a morsel of myself in each place I traveled to. In return, each place gave me a piece of itself for me to take wherever I go. Honestly, 30 days after, and I am still processing all that I experienced in Europe. I struggle to find the words to fully describe what it was like for me to travel to Europe. However, I know that I am much more confident in myself, and in what I can accomplish, especially in new situations.
Goal 2
Through my education abroad program, I visited several history museums that were all related to World War II. After the first 4 museums, I began to question why we were supposed to visit so many museums that basically repeated each other. I knew all of the facts in the museums, and I’d seen all of the photographs, so what was so important about these museums. Hidden within the writing prompt for the assignment focused on Poland, I realized what about the museums that I was meant to learn. It doesn’t matter what history the museums exhibit; What matters most is how they present that history and claim it as their own. This is a bigger lesson than just in museums, but also in life. In my own life, I have been affected by things in and out of my control. What’s done is done, and I can’t go back in time to change it. But what I can do is own my story, and remember it as I go through life. Acknowledge it, and learn from it.
In Poland, I visited Auschwitz-Birkenau and Oskar Schindler’s Enamel Factory Museum. Schindler’s Factory is a very well-done museum because it includes many artifacts, primary sources, and rooms that took me back to Krakow, Poland in the World War II era. Contrary to the name of the museum, it is not predominantly about Oskar Schindler and his role during the war. It is locally owned and operated, therefore it focuses on what life was like for the residents of Krakow from the 1920s, through the German-occupation, and then liberation. The museum begins by telling visitors that Poland never gave up, and that She continued to fight the Axis powers until liberation. The Poles of Krakow resisted their occupiers and the war by operating underground resistance groups that sabotaged railways, continued to provide education for students, and smuggled food in and out of the city. The museum openly confirmed that during this period, there were Poles who supported the German-occupation, the Nazi Regime, and therefore, contributed to the mass murder of Jews, especially the Polish-Jews who at one time, had been their family, friends, and neighbors.
I am still impressed by this museum’s honesty and recognition of the Polish past. They could have chosen to only focus on the side of history with the Polish people as the victims. Instead, they included the narrative where many of the Polish people were perpetrators. Some of the exhibits are hard to grapple with, and many of them made me uncomfortable, as they are meant to. Also, I learned why history is often uncomfortable, and it is this discomfort that a person feels that facilitates the need for remembrance. Without remembrance, history can and will repeat itself.
My second goal that I set for myself in this program was to understand why specific World War II events are important in history, and how they connect to the world today. I met this goal by not only learning why they were important 80 years ago, but who they were, and still are, important to. In London, the WWII museums emphasized that the war was the people’s war because of how influential the war became on the daily lives of people around the world. Many families fled for safer countries, while many others stayed. Some were forbidden to leave while others were forbidden to stay. I have many close friends whose families settled in America because of World War II. These friends are philanthropists, student organization leaders, researchers, writers, mentors, and professors. All of them care so deeply for the world that we all live in, and are working tirelessly to make it a better place. If the history we know today had been only a little bit different during WWII, who knows how different today would be. History has a direct hand in what the present is, and the future will be.