Thursday, January 26, 2012

Boston Here I Come!

During the last installment of my life story you read about how I got rejected by one college, but accepted by another. Neither of these colleges was in Georgia so it was time for me to well and truly leave the nest. The trip that my parents and I took to Boston during the fall of 1994 was the first time any of us had flown on a plane. I had never set eyes on Boston and my biggest point of reference besides the Boston Tea Party was the fact that New Edition and New Kids on the Block were from there, hahaha!!! I had no fear about living in a place that I knew so little about.

When my parents and I arrived in Boston it was starting to get chilly. Fall weather had already arrived, while back in Georgia it still felt like summer. I remember our first full day in Boston included going to the sporting goods store across the street from Berklee's main building to buy me a jacket. The next day it rained, and the day after that the sun came out. That was my first experience with how changeable the weather is in New England.

Compared to most people from Georgia I've never had much of an accent, but of course to New England ears I do. Probably because I pronounce my Rs ;-). One of the first girls I met, who ended up being one of my best friends, would constantly ask me to say certain words. Whenever we'd meet someone new, the first words out of her mouth were "Listen to that accent!" It actually annoyed me a little bit because I wasn't the only person there with an accent. Berklee has a very large international population.

My roommate my freshman year was a junior and spent all of her time in her boyfriend's room since he had a single room. Because of that fact, it was like I had a single room, too. I never had to worry about anyone having a problem with my friends coming over to hang out. The downside was that I was away from my family and all alone. At first I didn't even have a phone in my room so I had to use the payphone in the hallway of the dorm. This was before everyone had cellphones so about a month into my first semester I had a phone put in my room.

Every person that goes straight from high school to college should experience at least one year of living in the dorms. It's like living in a community of people with common interests but different experiences. For people from small towns, college may be the first time that they've had any first-hand experience with someone of another race. If someone is an only child, they get to see what's it's like to have to share a room and a bathroom with one or two other people. The experience is even better when you can live in a college town like Boston.


  1. Haha Herz lived in a dorm an there wuz only a phone down teh hall, same wiv da bafrooms. Wat kinda place iz dat to send yungsterz? MOL

  2. Mario's mom here - I agree with you about living in a dorm the first year - great experience and gives you a chance to meet other students., I didn't have the opportunity to go to college, but our daughter did. She is 40 now and did have a phone in her dorm room (I made sure of that and paid for it). It was very brave of you to go so far away from home, but a great experience and probably the best thing to do. Our daughter chose a state school, but on a smaller campus. She was too far away to come home every weekend, but close enough that she got home for the major things - Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and of course summmer. I'm so enjoying your life story Michele. I think that was such a good idea for you to share it with us.

  3. Had to smile because when I was little...7 yrs old we had to live up north for awhile. New Jersey. The teachers and the kids thought everything I said was hilarious. The teachers humiliated me in front of the other kids by telling me to STOP saying "Yes Ma'am" "No Ma'am" "Yes Sir" "No Sir". I got corrected quite often until I was able to break that ingrained habit. And the kids used to come up to me and say" Talk Southern" as though my accent was another language. Sheesh.