Honestly, I was so excited I could scarcely sleep. I had read an article that said it is best to get a good night’s rest and eat a healthy breakfast before starting classes. I felt disappointed that I was lacking in the sleep department, however, I felt reassured because there was not a tired bone in my body. I had enough time to relax and drink a piping hot cup of coffee paired with my favorite breakfast foods before I headed off to school. As I stepped on to campus for the first time as a real college student, I felt that the world was in front of me, ready for me to take in all it had to …show more content…
I arrived early to my first class. A line of students was forming around the door of the classroom. As I found my position in line next to a bubbly young girl, I felt my stomach sinking. I thought that I was prepared, but I had not considered how I might start conversing with the people around me. A million phrases that I had learned flashed through my head, but I was having difficulty bringing those words to my tongue. While I was lost in my thoughts, suddenly a perfectly manicured hand stretched out toward me: “Hi, I’m Sarah.” Words bubbled up in my mind, but they were not in English. “Ismee…” I started. I felt defeated for a moment; I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t English. I’m Ahmad.” I felt a wave of relief dance across my chest as Sarah giggled and asked where I was from. I was silently thanking God that she had not judged me on my language slip-up when the teacher showed up and started unlocking the