When my parents told me that I will be attending my remaining years of high school in the United States, I was overjoyed. It was a dream I had ever since I saw the towering buildings of New York on my dad's work-trip magazines. I admired the work my parents put in for several years to make my dream happen and I was happy to have my brother beside me along this adventurous ride. When I arrived in Mississippi, I struggled for a few months to adapt to the separation from my parents, friends, and even the cold tap water I used to drink at home. The southern accent of my teachers and dorm parents was tough to discern using my Hollywood movie inspired English. Moreover, the observation of daylight saving in America made me feel like I was living
