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Journal Entry … Day One … Megacity High School
I'm on the bus now heading home. My hands are literally shaking as I write! What a day! I had no idea "going back to school" would be this hard! Things have sure changed in six years. Right off the bat I got asked for my identity badge by the VP. Maybe he thought I was a student. You'd better not be caught without your ID badge around here! And the kids—they're so loud and it feels like they're out of control. In the hall, I overheard a boy—I swear, he couldn't have been more than 14, saying, "Ooh, check her out—she's hot!" I almost jumped out of my skin. When I told Terry this (she's my supervising teacher) she just laughed.
"Try wearing something a little more conservative," she said. "Some of these kids may think you're fair game!" The nerve of her! Doesn't she know I'm an AmeriCorps member living in poverty? To top it all off, nobody, I mean nobody, had more than five minutes to spend with me today. Do they think I'm going to know what to do by osmosis? I ended up waiting around most of the day, trying to look like I knew what I was doing. Thank goodness, the school secretary at least gave me a map and helped me find the cafeteria. What a strange, strange culture this school is—I felt more at home when I was traveling overseas!
 What is Culture?
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