On the third, I arrived at Bergen Community College in Paramus, NJ, approximately twenty minutes from my small home-town of North Arlington. To brief you, North Arlington is one square mile, and is almost entirely white. I’ve never had to worry about being to different from anybody else. It’s not that I am scared of a diverse atmosphere, it’s just that I am unaccustomed to it. After each summer break, I would return back to school, anticipat

Full of apprehension, I waited nervously to enter the room, accompanied by a few other students. Once we entered the class, I took the seat closest to the door. Subconsciously, I think it was to assure myself that I would have the opportunity to escape, if needed. I not-so-patiently waited for the class to fill and once it was almost time for class to begin, I recognized a girl that I had met at a social gathering of mutual friends, about a month prior. Gaining a slight bit of security, we began to talk and I felt more at ease knowing that someone else was in my shoes. We were relieved that we both knew each other, and later came to realize that we both had two classes together. Over a few weeks of school, she and I have come to learn a lot about where the both of us came from, about what we are like, and came to the realization that although we appear completely different we both share many common things.

I’ve come to learn not to immediately look at someone and

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