The first few nights I was here I went around introducing myself to people, and I have made a good amount of friends and, sequentially, there are a few guys that I naturally hang out with more than others. I was surprised when I came in and started talking to my roommate and found out that we were a lot alike. It really is a relief when your roommate likes the same music, movies, and sports that you do. Although it may be too soon to decide, the four other guys I have been hanging around with and myself have decided to start looking for houses that we can all live in together next year instead of living in dorms again.
Along with all the new things I have been experiencing at Drexel, my two friends and I went out a few days ago to watch a girls club soccer game. While we were walking we thought that we might have gotten lost, so Ken decided to get out his Blackberry and check the map for directions. In fact, we were already going in the right direction, so we decided to keep walking and trust our instincts while, naturally, we would never stop to ask for directions being men and all. As we continued on our way we saw the complex that we were supposed to be in, and kept walking around it to find a gate to the inside. As we were walking, we saw an entrance to a park that looked like it was attahed and went through to the soccer fields. We traveled this path, and upon entering, were approached by two African-American people. The woman, seeming to be nice, told us that we should turn around, because just the other day a white student got mugged by a few people in the park. Her boyfriend/husband told us that she was crazy and we should not listen to her, and being the idiots that we are, we continued through the park. After walking a few minutes, we realized that we were walking through the projects, and were now looking out for our lives and money. There were three buildings and everyone around was staring at us when we walked by, but we made sure not to make eye contact with anyone. One woman in a wheelchair rolled up near us and asked what happened to my arm. She, as well as myself, had a broken arm, and she kept referring to us as "sexy white boys." At this point our hearts were pounding and we realized that we needed to find a road as soon as possible, as we were continually being watched like hawks from everyone around. Soon after, I looked back and saw that there were two men following us that were watching us before, and we picked up our pace at that point after spotting a road. Finally, after sweating bullets and walking until our legs fell off, we reached the entrance to the field. Being the astute studets that we are, we realized that if we would have followed the people we were following in the first place (who took the left in the fork) instead of listening to the Blackberry (going to the right in the fork) we would have been at the game 30 minutes earlier, instead of walking the entire way around the stadium, and almost losing our valuables/lives.
When we arrived at the game, the rain started coming down, and the thunder started pounding in the sky. A few minutes later the game was cancelled, and everyone exited the stadium. Although we were disappointed, we were glad to be alive, and sat at the stadium for a few minutes until we gained enough courage to get back on the streets and walk home. We most definitely learned a lesson that day, and have decided to always go with a bigger group if we are going to attend any sporting events.
Obviously everyone is going to have some scary moments in the city, and my friends and I had a good laugh afterwords, but I must warn anyone who doesn't know where they're going to be very careful while traveling in new areas. That's all for now.
Kevin
Along with all the new things I have been experiencing at Drexel, my two friends and I went out a few days ago to watch a girls club soccer game. While we were walking we thought that we might have gotten lost, so Ken decided to get out his Blackberry and check the map for directions. In fact, we were already going in the right direction, so we decided to keep walking and trust our instincts while, naturally, we would never stop to ask for directions being men and all. As we continued on our way we saw the complex that we were supposed to be in, and kept walking around it to find a gate to the inside. As we were walking, we saw an entrance to a park that looked like it was attahed and went through to the soccer fields. We traveled this path, and upon entering, were approached by two African-American people. The woman, seeming to be nice, told us that we should turn around, because just the other day a white student got mugged by a few people in the park. Her boyfriend/husband told us that she was crazy and we should not listen to her, and being the idiots that we are, we continued through the park. After walking a few minutes, we realized that we were walking through the projects, and were now looking out for our lives and money. There were three buildings and everyone around was staring at us when we walked by, but we made sure not to make eye contact with anyone. One woman in a wheelchair rolled up near us and asked what happened to my arm. She, as well as myself, had a broken arm, and she kept referring to us as "sexy white boys." At this point our hearts were pounding and we realized that we needed to find a road as soon as possible, as we were continually being watched like hawks from everyone around. Soon after, I looked back and saw that there were two men following us that were watching us before, and we picked up our pace at that point after spotting a road. Finally, after sweating bullets and walking until our legs fell off, we reached the entrance to the field. Being the astute studets that we are, we realized that if we would have followed the people we were following in the first place (who took the left in the fork) instead of listening to the Blackberry (going to the right in the fork) we would have been at the game 30 minutes earlier, instead of walking the entire way around the stadium, and almost losing our valuables/lives.
When we arrived at the game, the rain started coming down, and the thunder started pounding in the sky. A few minutes later the game was cancelled, and everyone exited the stadium. Although we were disappointed, we were glad to be alive, and sat at the stadium for a few minutes until we gained enough courage to get back on the streets and walk home. We most definitely learned a lesson that day, and have decided to always go with a bigger group if we are going to attend any sporting events.
Obviously everyone is going to have some scary moments in the city, and my friends and I had a good laugh afterwords, but I must warn anyone who doesn't know where they're going to be very careful while traveling in new areas. That's all for now.
Kevin
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I am offended as an american.
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