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While I was reading both My Freshman Year and The Mind at Work I noticed that both authors used words related to or the actual word "community," like how we were just discussing in class. When I think of the term community I think of everybody coming together as one, out of their norms as a whole. I think of home, and how when I transferred, my junior year of high school, from a basically all white catholic school to a very different and ethnic public school I found that not everything is black and white. I did notice more groups of people, but I noticed them as their own little groups of people; indians with the indians, blacks with black, chinese with chinese.. you get it. I didn't really feel as if I felt in any specific group, so I was always that girl awkwardly in every social group, color didn't matter so much to me because that is how I was raised. I didn't notice a "community" type setting until my senior year when I, and 25 others, were picked over 200 applicants to be counselors for the school. There was every type of person, race, culture, you name it in the group; we all were one. We came together as a group everyday for an hour and did icebreakers and basically became best friends throughout the school year, we ate lunch together and did volunteer stuff together. I mean, yeah, we had friends from our own race, but that didn't stop us from wanting to all be friends together. We weren't afraid to jump out from our own racial groups and become friends with others, is what I'm trying to say. I notice the same thing now as I'm a freshman in college. I notice the different races/ethnicities hanging as their own, but I also tend to see though they'll all hang together as their own their not scared to talk to other races/ethnicities and ask them to hang out as well. It's all a matter of growing up, and realizing we'll all be one again someday.