{"id":3699,"date":"2018-09-27T10:06:30","date_gmt":"2018-09-27T14:06:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emu.edu\/now\/crosscultural\/?p=3699"},"modified":"2018-09-27T10:18:21","modified_gmt":"2018-09-27T14:18:21","slug":"china-making-my-way-in-the-crowd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emu.edu\/now\/intercultural\/2018\/09\/27\/china-making-my-way-in-the-crowd\/","title":{"rendered":"China: Making my way in the crowd"},"content":{"rendered":"
September 27, 2018<\/p>\n
Top Questions Asked By Year at 黑料正能量:
\nFreshman year – “What’s your major?”
\nSophomore – “What are your plans after college?”
\nJunior – “Where are you going for your cross-cultural?”
\nSenior – “No, seriously pick one. Why haven’t you gone yet?”<\/p>\n
I remember picking my destination for cross-cultural in the fall of my freshman year. I was a naive 18 year old from rural Ohio who had never left the east coast, and I was ready to explore the world. I marched into the cross-cultural office as soon as I had mustered up my freshman courage to ask where it was. I pointed dramatically at the first person I saw and declared “Where can I get the most culture shock!” Perhaps my memory is a bit foggy on the details of my inquiry, but I do know I left that office with a definitive answer: China.<\/p>\n
For one of the first times in my life, I didn’t immediately have something to say. I looked to my right and there was the usual pop-up shop that sold magazines and
<\/a>They say that if you keep a routine for twenty-one days, you will form a habit. However, they do not say the length of time it takes to assimilate yourself into a completely new culture.\u00a0 I woke up this Monday morning and walked to the bus stop to have our early morning class thirty minutes away. As we waited the fifteen minutes with vacant stares for bus 22 to reach our stop, Anna turned to me and asked, “Do things feel just…normal now?”<\/p>\n
<\/a>various breakfast breads enshrouded in pork floss. To my left were some locals who had pulled out their phones and were taking pictures of the thirteen foreigners who were waiting for the transit. The sound of the endless honking of cars communicating their whereabouts to each other filled my ears along with the sizzling of various meats being cooked, skewered, and sold for 3 yuan per stick; an inexpensive 50 cent breakfast for North Americans. I looked back at Anna, shrugged, and offered, “kinda.”<\/p>\n