This is not my first time studying in the Unites States. My first time in the US was as a high school exchange student
in Indianapolis, during the 2004/2005 academic year. Upon my return to my home country Ghana, I had friends
from Indianapolis come visit me two different summers and spent one summer on a rural mission trip in Ghana
with a team of Intervarsity Christian Fellowship (USA) students. I honestly believed that I had pretty much figured
out American society and culture. I said to myself, “Come on-it’s Iowa! It’s still the Midwest and it’s much smaller
than Indianapolis.” (At that point I was convinced I had a comprehensive understanding of the varying cultures of
America based on geographical regions).
I was however not mindful of two key things-one, that graduate school is a world away from high school (though I
sometimes do feel like I am in high school with all these assignments) and two, that seven years is a long enough
time to lose touch with a culture you were immersed in for only ten months.
My first day in Iowa City was wonderful. I had found a church family prior to arriving-O