Actually, the hardest part of studying abroad was coming home;
I wasn’t prepared for how weird the first few days would feel. I was so used to
rolling my eyes at English-speakers who refused to even genuflect towards local
culture or learn a few words of Spanish that I spent the first day home looking
at the inside of my skull. Speaking another language for a year also ruined my
ability to spell in English. And I still haven’t fully recovered. As I recall,
it happened to everyone. And no one was expecting it. They didn’t mention it at
orientation.
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