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'Hurrying up for a plane' - University of Florida - College [6]
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"Hurry up! The plane leaves in two hours," my mom reminded me as I swiftly, yet reluctantly continued to stuff more and more belongings into the tiny taxi. Waving good-bye to family members and friends, who I had spent over ten years with, was an exceptionally uncomfortable and difficult task. On the way to the airport as my mom tried to comfort me, she constantly reminded me, "Life will be no different in the USA than in Venezuela." However, this proved to be false as soon as I stepped off that plane. Not understanding a single word being said around me, I realized I would have to adapt to a new culture, but at the same time carry on my own.
"Class, this is Alejandro and he will be joining our class for this last month of the school year," the teacher yelled as I stood next to her puzzled and embarrassed. For a few hours, I plainly sat in my chair without saying a word, reflecting on my already missed memories of school in Venezuela, until another student named Luis approached me. Of course, I was expecting him to say something in English, but shockingly he spoke to me in Spanish. Without hesitation, I responded to him and we quickly became close friends.
As time went on, I realized that all those English courses I had taken in Venezuela were no waste of time, and were finally beginning to pay off. After just a few weeks I accomplished my goal of speaking a different language, and was able to exchange a few words with my teacher and other classmates in English. From there on, my fear turned into a desire to learn more and more about the American culture and teach others about mine. As the school year came to a close, we were told to bring food for a party we were going to have to celebrate a successful year. Hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza, just to name a few different things my classmates brought, were set on the table. The shy whispers of my classmates showed their eagerness for what I had brought. "These are called Arepas; they are a traditional Venezuelan dish", I proudly announced, as people tried and promptly fell in love with the food. It felt great to be able to teach others about my own culture and heritage while learning about theirs.
It didn't take long to overcome my fear and turn it into a desire to adapt to a new world and teach others about mine. Now, 7 years after this life-changing event, I am reminded everyday by my habits and actions about my Venezuelan roots and my newly acquired American traditions. Whether at the University of Florida, or anywhere else, I will always carry, teach, and expand on my distinct heritage.
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