It was a long trip from Ethiopia. So long that I lost track of time while an American flew me across the Atlantic Ocean. I could not wait to leave the plane and put my feet on American soil. When the plane finally landed, I took a deep breath and stepped out. Crossing the jet bridge was like a dream to me. Standing at the gate of JFK, I felt it. My face lit up with such a big smile. I was on my own for the first time and I made it safely. Without losing my smile, I left the gate in search of the next gate for my flight to Syracuse. Because I have been told and have seen many bad things happening to black people in a place filled with white people, I was scared. I know I had to choose every word and every action appropriately.
I ended up standing in this line which had no other “international” looking people, but I realized that I was going through customs. It felt intimidating. On top of that, I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone or ask any questions. Everyone looked busy and unwilling to acknowledge me, which scared me. I began thinking that Hamilton would be the same. I began articulating these thoughts about why I was studying abroad, which made me even more nervous.
The first few days on campus were fine. I spent my time with other international students. Around the third day, as part of the orientation program, I joined my place in a group of ten American students for the Hudson and Pioneer Art Experience. It was then that I started freaking out. All the thoughts and worries might actually come to pass. I did know what to do.
In hope that my orientation group would like me, I started being extra nice, and extra everything. As time passed though, thanks to the itinerary and activities during the trip, I got to know everyone. We camped out in Billy Hardy ’72’s backyard. We all got along amazingly well. I had one of the best days of my life on this trip. We ended up as good friends and we see each other almost every day.
After returning to campus, I started experiencing new things every day. And I’m happy to say that everything is positive. I have made more American friends. Fortunately, it turned out that all my concerns were unwarranted. The people respect who you are and where you are from. They are nice. From what I have seen so far, I really like Americans. I am very glad to be here.
I want to give a shout out to my orientation group: Hudson, Matt, Kathryn, Lynn, Vale, Revena, Emily, Erin. And of course our leaders Audrey and Edgar. Thank you all!
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