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Originally Posted by neosoul
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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lol. i had a massive country shock as well, thank god i had other Trinis with me to help me out. the food was ok, but greasy, chicken seemed to be a staple of nearly every meal (i went to an hbcu). i had a short-lived relationship with an african american girl, i learned not everything one sees on television about america is true. the international students used to throw some wild parties off campus, after a while we built a reputation and ppl would ask us when the next one was.
i saw snow for the first time and learned that even some of the kids from south carolina hadnt seen it before. i saw a poor example of class management, this one math professor would let the students run wild in the class, making noise. one day he got fed up and said, "hey, stop that shyt!"
my roommate was from savannah and i had a couple classes with him. i put him onto obscure bob marley tracks (not the legend cd) he put me on to pastor troy, master p, mystikal, silkk the shicker...catchy stuff. sadly, he didnt graduate, he let his grades drop and lost his scholarship (he was a member of the marching 101) lord knows where he is now.