In my first-year class, there are only 2 black people, including myself. This became a rather interesting factor in making new friendships. In the beginning, everyone was tiptoeing around me because of the fact I was different. I had people asking me out of hand questions, people saying that they had a black friend many moons ago, and don’t even get me STARTED on the hair touching. To make matters worse, everyone made me feel like an outsider; they would talk to me for two seconds and then immediately be done with me because I couldn’t relate to any of their experiences. By the end of orientation week, I was friendless.