My First Year
In the second semester of my first year, I took a course in the history of Israel. I was the only African American student in the room, yet I was mostly unaware. But as other students came in, they asked me if I was sure that I was in the right room. I was like, no, this is a history class. I didn't get that they were surprised to see me there. And they probably thought I was looking for the Africana studies department, in which I was also taking a course. It took about two days for me to figure that they were all orthodox Jews and thought it unusual that I would take an interest in their history. Also my views were very much to the left of theirs, but they got used to me. I actually became very close to one of the students who was a NY Jets fan. we got along really well, as long as we stuck to sports and parts of life other than politics.