culture shock

Being born and raised in the Rio Grande Valley we are not exposed to people of different ethnical backgrounds. We are enclosed in an environment where we are barely accepting of people of our own race. In my early years, I was never exposed to people of different ethnicity or culture. When integrated into such a diverse society I was uncertain of what to anticipate. I found that it was essential to accept and understand the cultures of peers and associates in order to live in such a setting.

Two years ago, I was accepted to attend Baylor University in Waco, Texas. Everything with regard to this university was new to me. It is the world’s largest Baptist University, made up of 90 percent whites and 10 percent minorities. This came as a significant worry to me. Never having met anyone of different race or culture all I knew was what I had seen on television and stereotypes I had picked up from my friends. I could literally count the number of whites and blacks I had met up until that point in time on one hand. I felt as if I was going to enter a different wo

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I was appalled by what I saw, the next thing I know I had began knocking on the doors of every room in my hall demanding that someone tell me who had written that message that had outraged me so.

After days and weeks of profound thinking I found that it would be in my best interest to associate with people of my own race. Out the corner of my eye I saw a guy with a big smile on his face that happened to be white my judgment being clouded by anger I immediately swung my fist across his face knocking him to the floor. My dorm room was a small white box with a sink a closet and a dry erase board on the outside of the door.

I am unsure where I would be if I hadn’t made the decision to give my school another chance.

To my dismay I found that I wasn’t the person who had difficulty accepting where I was. My pledge class brothers were of all types of races, but the majority we white. My first day staying at the dorms is a day that I would never forget as long as I live. We were forced to band together and help one another get through pledging. My roommate happened to be a Hispanic who didn’t know a word of Spanish but that didn’t seem to matter if he did or didn’t. I spent the majority of my first year like this, isolating myself as much as possible. I remember coming back to my room from a welcome session feeling I had made the right decision on what school to attend, only to find on my door a written message saying “Go home Mexicans”. Confused about how to handle the situation I went to my room and contemplate of a solution. Before we new it, we had become best of friends and the color and different culture just erased we were brothers and what was inside was that mattered. I thought that I would continue on like this for the next four years.

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