College Differences

Today I think I realized how much this place is different from anywhere I’ve ever been. I guess that’s a lie, Central America is quite different, but those trips were something I was more prepared for. I was prepared that it would be different.

I thought a college was a college, that they all were basically structured the same. There couldn’t be too many differences in the dorms, and the classes and the people. I was wrong.

Not to sound racist, because I’m not. There are a lot of black and hispanic people here; they out number the white people... and I love it, but I feel segregated from them, and I want to merge with them.

If I was going to be in a place of non-unification, I would stay at Greenville.

Today, I realized how differently the people around me have grown up. At Greenville, most of us were cookie-cutter kids, not the richest, not the poorest, just average american kids. Here, so many of these people have grown up in the midst of destruction, they’re city kids, so you can imagine.

There is a pre-judgment on me because I’m from Connecticut here. I didn’t get this assumption at Greenville, because no one really knew this stereotype. I’m a spoiled, rich kid. I’m not, but if you’re from Connecticut, you are.

This is my first weekend in Nyack. In Greenville, I’m so used to not doing anything, frankly because there’s not much to do. I’m 30 minutes from the city and 10 minutes from the mall and 2 hours from home. There are things to do here... but I’m afraid to actually do them. The only place I feel like myself lately, is in my room.