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I did have a hard time to make the transition to college as an international student. When looking back, I found those thoughts and experience really meaningful to me. And at this special moment, I actually can feel the bond between me and little Bee. Even though my story was not so tough, the hidden emotion is connected in a subtle way. Both of us don't need to think about the problem of exclusiveness since we just not belong to the country.

At the very beginning of the semester, while we have talking about exclusiveness and the most uncomfortable space on campus, honestly, sometimes I think about that I am the unfortunate person there since this is not the country I grow up. Meanwhile, when I can make connections between those two different culture and make an interesting comparison and contrast. I know that most of my peers just don't have the same context. Those thoughts are permissive especially when I am upset, which remind me of the different assimilated stages in St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves: Stories. IT's not the problem of nostalgia. I study hard and I am unhappy. I know it's not me. The transition comes after fall break. So I drop a class and start to get evolved in this community. Then, I decide to do attribute a portion of my time to do things beyond academic work, joining clubs, doing performance and volunteering both on-campus and off-campus.

So I feel better now, even out of my expectation. And I start to ponder the role of interaction within one community and the society. College is a place where the boundary can be really blurring and easy to cross.