A few weeks ago, I submitted my piece to "Souvenirs". This magazine is a student run magazine on campus. You can basically write about your experiences abroad. I've always wanted to write something and have had the hopes that it would somehow be published and I thought that since I always write about my experiences here, why not? And Alhamdulillah, it was accepted.
By the way, the title of my piece is "Dancing to My Own Music in the US".
Now I'm more confident that what I write actually do interest people HAHA.
After I read my piece at the Release Party, there was an old guy who came up to me and said, "I liked your piece. The words were simple but the philosophy behind it is very deep."
Although I submitted my piece to the journal, I still feel shy and a little embarrassed if people that I know read it. My writing comes from the heart so it's very honest. I write about what I really think so I think some people may not like it.
The next day, when I attended my Arabic class told me, "I read your piece. It's the sweetest thing."
Another said, "Awwww, that's so cute. You can't assimilate because you don't go to parties."
The first remark was fine. But the second one, I just felt like she just didn't get it.
She probably didn't mean anything bad by it but I felt uneasy. Insecure. For a moment, I felt that I was stupid for actually submitting that.
Oh well, you can't please everyone.
Here's the edited version of my piece:
Before studying in the United States, the images I had of America and its people were strictly based on what the media presented to the world. I read a lot of novels, watched a lot of movies and of course—reality tv. Let’s not forget that another important medium is international news.
You could probably imagine what I initially thought about America. Being a Muslim Malaysian girl who not only practices her faith but also wears the headscarf, I was very nervous thinking about whether or not I could ever feel safe or even happy in America. Thanks to the news, after the September 11th attacks, I was worried that people would equate Muslims to terrorists.
But to my own amazement, when I arrived in Madison, the experiences I have had are very different-- far different from what I had anticipated.
The first time I walked down State Street, I was expecting people to look at me as if I had a second nose or a third eye, but to my surprise things turned out to be normal. Actually, normal isn’t the right word to describe Madison. I noticed that the people here are extremely nice. They are warm, friendly and very accepting—something which the international news did not emphasize.
I’m not trying to say that my experience in Madison has been smooth sailing—that’s totally far from the truth. Growing up in Kuala Lumpur, I was exposed to life that is rich with diversity. I may be a practicing Muslim but that does not mean I do not hang out with people of different faiths. But I have to admit, it took me some time to get used to America.
Culture shock comes in many shapes and sizes. Most people think that an example of culture shock is feeling depressed and unmotivated because they miss home too much. I thought it was nearly impossible for me to experience culture shock. Little did I know, feeling overwhelmed due to the workload is one of the many forms of culture shock. Coming from a background where homework was to figure out mathematical and scientific equations, I felt as though I had a big rock pressed against my chest when I had to complete three papers in one week. In Malaysia, we did not do much writing, so it explains the reason I had a difficult time adjusting. I remember I used to cry a lot, not because I missed home, but because I could not deal with the stress that I was experiencing.
Putting aside academics, like everyone else, I wanted to fit into American culture. I never lived in the residence halls because I felt it would be easier to live among Malaysians. Since I have been separated from family members, it’s better to live with people who understand where I’m coming from, people who most likely will end up being my backbone while I’m here. Unfortunately I was not able to assimilate into the culture as easily as I thought. Currently I have made good American friends and I am very confident that the friendships will be long lasting. However, I did notice that certain people took the time to appreciate diversity. Sometimes I tried to make conversations with the people next to me, but from their facial expression, you knew they weren’t really interested. It took me awhile to know that if an international student wanted to make friends, they had to go through the right channels. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not blaming Americans, but the issue was probably also coming from me. I see myself as a pretty outgoing person but I will never be accustomed to certain things like parties. I enjoy concerts, music, food, and good company, but going to a place where the room is crowded with people just makes me a little dizzy.
was a place for everyone in Madison, it was just a matter of time.
As time passed I had befriended many people from the most unexpected places. I’ve grown close to my friends that I’ve met through classes. At times I think that we may be totally different people, but our shared interests create a strong bond. Ironically, the struggle that my friends and I in Arabic class experience together consist of fun and laughter. We’re so diverse in ethnicity, age and ideas that the diversity creates a very interesting environment to be in.
(They took out my conclusion and about my experiences working for VIP). I guess it was too long.
Here's the original version: http://bebmentoot.blogspot.com/2012/02/dancing-to-my-own-music.html