Seven thirty in the morning, confused, and gazing at my first experience of college I had no idea what this semester would have in store for me. Within the second story of Vawter Hall about fifty to a hundred students are crowding the hall awaiting the arrival of their professors. I was no different; unlike these other chatty energetic individuals I was alone, and desperate to get this first day over with. At eight o’clock bells chime through the building and the students have now dwindled down to those who I will later come to know as classmates and those few who had overslept on the first day. Eight fifteen, the little crowd starts to stir; the professor has still yet to arrive. Around eight twenty a woman with short cut hair arrives in a hurried manner, clearly upset to have arrived after her students. However, to her surprise, and those of her students, the door was
This would mark day number one of classes. I was not alone as I realized the other number of students were just like me, alone and disordered. The school resembled my old high school, with long hallways and multiple classroom doors, which reminded me that I had no clue where I was going. I figured I would have this problem so I had printed my schedule out the night before to use as an atlas to navigate me toward my multiple destinations for the day. All my prior preparations for this day of classes seemed to be failing me already. While I frantically screened for the right door number and avoided the glares from the upper classmen to hide my embarrassment, I had finally arrived at my first class, Chemistry
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
It was cold, so cold my fingers stung under the three pairs of gloves I wore in preparation for the journey I made everyday. It began as always I wake up to the noise of my four sisters preparing for
I didn’t have the easiest childhood, I grew up in a small town on the south shore of Nova Scotia with a population of around ten thousand people. I went to a small French school up until grade six. The school went from primary to grade 12, but it only had just over one hundred people. I made the decision to transfer to a bigger school about half through grade six. I wasn’t really sure what to expect because I had only ever had small classes before. I missed the orientation day that happens in June for some reason so I went in a few days before school started and I got a tour of the school from the secretary. On the first day of school I didn’t really know anyone. There was this one girl that I knew from before, but she transferred from the French school a year before me and had already made a group of friends. The first few weeks were a lot to get used to, but I managed to do fine.
Mommy said, “Honey, we’re moving”. I jumped up and down in excitement. A new house, a better one I thought. We were switching from plane to plan for almost two days. I still remember when I was at Gerald R. Ford airport, looking around and it was a totally strange place that fill with strangers. I realized that I was in America, my head spinned around and my heart started to beat faster.
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
The class of 2015 had been working all year selling food at lunch and sports events and carrying out fundraisers. The first time I got an inkling that my friends would not be true friends was when we were planning the trip, we were choosing rooms for the trip and I asked my best friend, “Hey, we could room with each other on the trip!”
There I was playing an intense soccer game out in a searing summer day. My grandparents, along with the rest of my family, were there at the beach to see my game. I was mostly known for how fast I was, so people referred to me as the “rapido piojo blanco,” which was the nickname my grandfather gave me since I was the only white person in my family. Being a child I never realized how precious time spent with family really is until it was taken away. After every soccer game, my family and I would watch a movie. It so happened that the horror movie we rented took place in an arctic location about a gigantic snow white monster murdering innocent people with its shark-like teeth. In conclusion, I didn 't get enough sleep because of the many horrifying nightmares I had. After being showered with gifts my mother broached the subject of her new boyfriend, what she described, he seemed like Ken the Barbie doll. As I dozed off, I hear heavy footsteps heading towards my direction, and then I saw it. The snow monster from the
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
The idea of meeting someone special for the first time is always portrayed as the most beautifully fated incident whether in books or movies. When I met my best friend for the first time, we didn’t bump into each other with papers from our books flying majestically in the air and we didn’t have a staring contest in the middle of a crowded hallway. We also certainly didn’t think we would end up being friends, let alone inseparably close to each other.