.... I fell! I was in class still thinking about what had happened minutes ago, so embarrassing! I would never forget this event in years to come. I felt that was the beginning of me grasping a little of what my mother meant when she said.
"America is, everybody for themselves, if you are lucky to have a family, it's every family for their selves " she said. Just like an initiation ceremony, my mother continued with a series of "In America we... People in America do ......., and that is America for you" chants, she rendered.
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Hello everyone, this is Math 1000, welcome" A black, short, "big boned" woman said standing in front of the room. This class was a mix of white, Black/ African American, Asians and what I referred to as 'Spanish' people. The class was moderate in size, but compared to the classes I had seen at UNIPORT in Portharcourt, it was small and very intimate. There were individual chairs-table, which in my opinion was just another sign of individuality that America forces you to be. Hence my confusion as to why the chairs-table were so close to each other, that I thought if I leaned back to relax in my chair I would headbutt the person behind me. This sitting situation was just the beginning of the awkwardness of the situation. It was very quiet in the room; a sort of quietness that is very loud. Loud with the sounds of judging eyes wondering curiously, dissecting.
