My classroom doubles as a newsroom, work space, photo studio and home away from home.
It is the place where the kids brainstorm, write essays & articles, and — every once in a while — solve a few life crises.
This was one of those days. It was way after school and the editors were completing a deadline. But, that frenzy had subsided and the conversation had changed. Their tone was different. The volume was lower and the girls looked worried.
Placing my counselor hat on, I ask what is wrong. Iqra’s eyes were wide and her face was folded into the saddest frown I’d ever seen. Gaby seemed just as dejected.
There really is no place like Miami. At least that was the conclusion that a small group of my graduating seniors came to after visiting colleges across the country.
Many city-dwelling metropolitan teenagers find the rural areas where many of our country’s universities are located kind of, well, quiet. But, it wasn’t the lights or the noise or the late-night entertainment that they were referring to.
“I’ve never felt like a minority before,” said Iqra, who is of Pakistani descent who is a minority even in South Florida.
“Apparently, I have a ‘Miami Girl’ accent,” said another, who commented that people who spoke in a Southern drawl thought that she “talked funny.”
The kids are actually right. Miami is different. Minorities make up the majority in Miami-Dade where, according to the Census, only 16 percent of the population is White, non-Hispanic.
This is very different from the racial and ethnic make-up of the rest of the country, and even from the rest of Florida, where Whites make up 63.4 and 57.5 percent of the population, respectively. And college enrollment rates are similar. In 2010, 61 percent of college students were White.
The United States has always been diverse. For hundreds of years, people travelled here to begin new lives. And, the newest groups to arrive always struggled to adapt, fit in and overcome their ‘otherness.’
But these kids are different because they never knew that they were different. They were born and raised in South Florida, where asking someone where they are from is the natural follow-up question to “what’s your name?”
They grew up in a place where different was normal — where different colors, languages and dialects made up the tapestry of their experiences. These kids grew up in South Florida, listening to rock and salsa and hip-hop and reggae and reggaeton, where hijabs are almost as common as headbands, where a pot luck lunch means an international buffet and a trip to the beach meant meeting tourists from around the world.
So adapting to college life is going to be difficult for them. It is difficult for everyone. It is that moment where kids take that big grown-up step into the world and try to make it on their own. Any kid packing their bags to move into a college dorm for the first time can attest to the excitement, anxiety and absolute fear that they feel.
This is only natural. They are still young enough to remember their teen identity crises – scarred by memories of acne, braces, first heartbreaks and bad haircuts. Now they find themselves in a whole other struggle. Now these kids find themselves at the bottom of the social order again. College freshmen — feeling the pressure to succeed, to select the right college major, to build a life for themselves, while learning to balance their social lives — which can be a pretty big challenge at some of these schools.
But these kids have a little extra on their plate. Not only are they navigating through the regular rites of passage, they face another mini identity crisis. Each of these kids was born here. They never felt like anything other than American. Now they’ve discovered that, in other places, many people don’t see them that way.
On their recent trips, some of my students found themselves reluctant ambassadors of a culture that they, second or third generation Americans, are only partially aware of. They may find themselves explaining that not all Hispanics are Mexican, not all Asians are Chinese and not everyone in Miami is a “Cocaine Cowboy.”
They found that it’s not just their mothers’ home cooking that they’ll miss, not just the weather and the beach and the palm trees, but also the amalgam of culture that makes up their home. What they found was that, as my student surmised, is that there really is no place like Miami.