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booo!!!!
my freshman year was the most memorable for me because I had a bad perm and all my hair FELL out... *sigh*
but I had MASSIVE country, not culture shock. Coming str8 from Africa I was like Hakeem in New York, from Coming to America... i hated the people, the language... black people were scarce and the few that were there were awesome, especially the old heads, they made me feel at home, and then they graduated the next semester and then I was all alone but I had fun!! the classes, the people... I didn't have many friends until I joined the NAACP and then I was home free...
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