Yes, I am here. I have been walking on American soil over the past two weeks. Â But as transitory my stay is going to be, a bond with the environment continues to grow, and every second seems more preciousâ€¦
I am inhaling Napervilleâ€™s winter air;
I hear it whistle at night.
I see the divine bits of white flakes falling on my hands;
As it melts, I feel the beauty and grace of Above.
I step on cloudlike layers of ice crystalsâ€”shoeprints in the snow!
And I should not forget every angel I meet to school;
Smiling and greeting a sweet, â€œHello?â€, â€œHow are you doing, buddy?â€
And of course, â€œWhatâ€™s up?â€
What an outgrowth of happenstance, how sweet the encounter!
As I exhale, I communed with Natureâ€¦
North Central College is a heavenly haven for international students!
Well, let us talk about a few important things:
Bundle up, Bundle up!
The cold temperature was really the toughest thing to deal with at first.Â For a student who came from a tropical country like the Philippines, it was like locking yourself inside a freezer! But hey, it doesnâ€™t hurt to put oneâ€™s self in an Eskimoâ€™s shoes?Â Welcome to the cold, baby!
What the weather can do to your body is unimaginable. It comes toÂ a point of not feeling your face, handsÂ and other body parts. You do not even notice yourself having a runny nose! My fellow international studentsâ€” make sure to prepare the necessary clothes for bundling-up when you plan to study in a Winter Wonderland country such as the US!(Well, some states aren’t)Â But still, check the current weather of the place and have the necessary preparations. You can buyÂ coats, gloves and hats atÂ discount stores. I was just lucky to come at a time when post-holiday salesÂ are on a rise. Whether we like it or not, we just have to weather the cold weather!(talk about playing with words 😛 )
Food Food Food Food Food Food Food Flood (Did you just say â€œFlewed?â€)
Every meal equates to large servings. There is really a BIG difference in the amount of food that is served compared to what I used to eat in my country. One meal could take an hour or two for me to finish. “Food flooding!”
However, I just could not complain. Even though I could not finish the food and felt like throwing up some times, I would still push myself to consume everything to the last piece.Â I would feel guilty because majority ofÂ the populationÂ in my country do not get to eat three times a day. If only I could preserve it, bring it back home and share it with my fellow countrymen…
(I wanted to write more, but blog is about brevity.)