As my blog is slowly growing up. I’ve realized that I didn’t even talk about one essential thing … My arrival in the US. Considering my blog theme, I can’t avoid dealing with those first few days which were, I have to confess, pretty tough for me. Yet, this period is very important in that it represents the start of my adventure in America. How did a 20 years old French girl cope in the very first moments with a completely new environment? That’s what you’ll learn through this post.
Here I am, taking the plane for the second time of my life, heading to a country that I don’t know, in which I have never been before, and where people are talking a language that I don’t master. Alone in the back of the plane, I am wondering, ” In which adventure did I get involved in? I left my whole family and my friends to take a leap into the unknown.” The only persons that I knew from the university and who I talked a bit with through e- mails were my future coach, Meenakshi Sundaram and Mrs. Marylin, the woman in charge of the international people. Otherwise, I was going to the unknown … And to tell the truth, at first things didn’t go very well as I was plagued by bad luck.
Here are the misfortunes I had to cope with during and after my flights:
- My first plane from Paris to Atlanta took off 45 minutes late.
- I landed one hour late in Atlanta after a horrible fly (no sleep at all)
- I struggled explaining my situation in English at the customer boarder and they had to keep me to make sure my situation was “valid.”
- Finally the customs officer gave me my I-94 paper and I run to get my luggage
- While “running” I dropped my I-94 (I didn’t realize on the moment but it causes me lots of troubles later on)
- It took me forever to find my two big suitcases and check them for the second time
- Completely lost in the Atlanta’s airport, I couldn’t find my gate
- I finally got to my second plane sweating from everywhere
- As I landed in New Orleans’ airport, I realized that nobody was there to pick me up (Mrs. Marilyn had messed up the dates)
- Alone at about 11 p.m. I had no clue what to do
- I called my coach and Mrs. Marilyn but they both didn’t pick up
- I found a small paper in my wallet with the name and number of my assistant coach
- Luckily he answered the phone and went to pick me up …
So yes I finally got to the Nicholls State campus, exhausted … Yet, my first days on campus were not better than this travelling adventure but you’ll figure it out by yourself in my next post.