Apart from meeting Best Friend No. 1, the first year in university was not a good year at all for me. It was the first time I was away from my parents, and although I couldn't wait to get away from them for various reasons, I must admit I was ill prepared to face the city. A small town girl in the big city. It was not at all what I expected.
In the first year everyone was given a place to stay on campus, if they wanted to. From then on, if they wanted a place to stay on campus (this is cheaper than renting a place outside and coming to university) you had to be active in various campus activities. We were assigned by race, 3 to a room, in a room for 2 people. So I had to share my room with 2 other Indian girls. There were only 2 beds so we would have to take turns sleeping on the floor. Except. One of my roommate was a mature student who was pregnant, so she said she needed to sleep on the bed at all times.
Nevermind all of that. The thing that got to me the most was how racism was so rampant on campus. In my hometown, sure, some of the teachers were racist but the students never really were and although we teased each other and called each other names, we still always played together and celebrated festivals together and had fun together.
In university we were segregated by race.
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