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I had a talk with my mom about how I changed. Now I don’t think I have changed, it’s just that my parents are both from Africa and have such different views that I get conflicted on how I am supposed to act. The American view is that you have to have certain things, eat a certain way, dress a certain way, and just do “certain” things that will make you happy. The European view is that life is short so enjoy it. Now, when I was in grammar school and high school, materialistic things did not bother me I just didn’t let it. I was use to not to having things that I it never worried me. I knew my parents tried hard, so I wasn’t going to be ungrateful. However, when I got into college, my world changed. I was introduced to alcohol, drugs and all sorts of different people. At first, I was sure that it was not going to affect me, and it didn’t. But I did change. I started drinking, hooking up and not really being the person that I wanted to be in high school. But I figured it was just “experimenting” so I didn’t let it bother me so much. Now that I look back on it I have changed. Coming back from England, changed me. I’ve grown up in a way. I’m over the whole party scene. Don’t get me wrong, I still like to go out with friends, but I know that I am the only one who can decide my future, so I started to really start changing. I still have the little petty arguments with my parents, but it’s not as bad as it was before. I don’t “follow friends” as my parents tell me over and over not to do. I think I like the European view on life which is to take everything as it comes to you, don’t pretend to be anything you aren’t. And right now I’m not. I’m just little old me. And I hope I never change again, and if I do I hope it’s for the better.