Monday, May 27, 2019

My Experiences in America :: Essays Papers

My Experiences in AmericaI am a native of Bangladesh--a untaught in Southeast Asia, next to India. I came to Winona State University in the fall of 1986 and transferred to St. Cloud in 1989. My first quarter in Winona, I had a roomy named Mike. The day after I arrived, he asked me if I wanted a jut out. Back home we refer to carbonated drinks as cold drinks. So, when he asked me close to having a pop, I thought he was referring to popcorn. I said, very politely, No thank you, I am not hungry. He had a puzzled note on his face, one that I did not figure out for at least a week or so until somebody pointed out to me that pop meant soda and had nothing to do with corn.Speaking of pop, my very first night at WSU, the veteran Bangladeshi students took me to a restaurant right across campus named pascal Johns. I ordered my meal and finally asked for a Pepsi. The waitress handed me an aluminum can. Now, back home we have only bottled pop drinks, and the only duration I was exposed to a can was on airplanes. However, those cans were a bit different beca exercise one could open it by pulling on the foil tab, which came off. calculate my distress as I tried to use the same technique at the restaurant. Obviously, the tab would not come off while I struggled with the can, and I spilled pop all over the table. My fellow Bangladeshi students and a few others at the nearby tables got a good laugh out of this. Finally, one of them showed me how to use that contraption.The biggest culture shock that I received was also in that first week at Winona. I was in the shower of our all-male dormitory, and when I was toweling off, I heard this female voice asking, Anybody in here? I shuddered as the first thought that ran through my mind was that I was in the wrong bathroom. save how could that be? So, I mustered up all the manliness in my voice and said, Yes... Well, weve got to use the bathroom. So, dont come out Females in the mens bathroom I was dead speechless. I shivere d in the cold shower while they took their time. From their conversation, I understood that they had been drinking beer on our floor and were too drunk to walk downstairs to the womens bathroom.

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