decided that nursing was not for me, and quit the program enrolling in the school’s business curriculum instead.
Mother, at this time, made a decision to change careers. She enrolled in the community college’s social service curriculum and program. This was a slight annoyance to me as it was an embarrassment concerning my peers to have mother walking the hallways of the school that I too attended. She did not however make a nuisance of herself although at times, I thought she was monitoring me.
I was beginning to become disturbed with Americans concerning obsessions with materialism. Much of the conversation engaged in centered on procuring possessions such as certain automobiles. Other conversation was self centered, sports related, or jovial. I liked to discuss issues and possible solutions to problems and usually when I approached an issue oriented topic with American peers, the subject was changed or dismissed.
The college hosted various clubs that students were invited to attend. I joined the international club where I met many interesting and issues oriented students from around the world. It was at this time that I met my future spouse who lived in two foreign countries and is multi-lingual, speaking four languages fluently. Professors were assigned to this association to provide guidance to students. Student members of this club were from many countries including: Austria, Brazil, British Guyana, China, Colombia, Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Haiti, Honduras, India, Iran, Japan, Nicaragua, The Philippines, Turkey, and the United States. In the spring of this year, some members of the international club, including myself joined together in a French club sponsored three day tour to Quebec City, Canada. Two small vans were chartered for the several hours drive to our destination. The scenery viewed through the Adirondack mountain range was breathtaking and inspiring as we listened to classical music befitting this experience. Two professors from the history and French department chaperoned students on this excursion. The French professor was an eccentric individual who emigrated from Belgium. He sometimes spoke in riddles with comical and perhaps cynical undertones. Prior to this trip, students were discussing Eastern European politics. Someone had a question about Albania that no one could answer. The French professor challenged students to research this question and provide the group with the answer. Several days later, the professor approached the students to inquire about the answer to the Albanian question. No one bothered to research this question to find the answer. Henceforth, the group attending the visit to Quebec City was designated by the professor as the Albanian Delegation. Blue tee shirts were distributed to each student attending this tour with the words Albanian Delegation written on the front of the shirt with the address of the pensione’ where we lodged. It was recommended that we wear the tee shirt for the duration of the visit. We arrived in Quebec City, a town that reminded me of the traditional quaint villages of Europe with its Tudor style architecture and narrow cobblestone streets. We secured our reservations at a bed and breakfast inn, unpacked our luggage and dined at a recommended modern restaurant situated atop a tall office building in the new area of the city. The floor of the restaurant revolved slowly around affording customers a complete view of the city. I was pleased that my seating was next to the wall of windows, affording the best view. Sometime later during the meal I desired to retrieve something from my purse that was placed on the