Through the eyes of an island boy
As a freshman, I noticed that the cold of the winter did not end in March. That it continued in the eyes of the people I saw everyday and in the ignorance of the minds I studied with. As I saw everyone in their own groups, I felt like that awkward, lonely kid from the Virgin Islands. I felt like that one black kid who never fit in with the black community. I felt like the one black kid who everyone saw as an awkward tag-along. I felt like a nobody.