Every time we international students walk into a tutorial, we instinctively walk to the table that has other international students. When we hang out, we usually hang out with international students. But why does this segregation happen?

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These are the days from my past – the bits and pieces that complete my life puzzle. It’s written, to taste life twice.

I was 17 when I finally left my home country. I arrived at the airport at 9am in the morning and had lunch with my Mom and second sister at Pancake Parlour. The restaurant was located in the underground. Right after we finished our meals, the ceiling started dripping. Literally. Soon, the restaurant was half-full of water. It turned out that there was a hailstorm outside. Never in my life before I would imagine Melbourne to have the ability to actually be flooded. I would not even believe it if someone told me. But then I saw people running barefoot with their umbrellas broken, soaked wet from hair to toe. Not the best warm greeting of all, but welcome to Melbourne.

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It was Friday, 9am. I was a first year student, in the first week of my first semester. I held the university map and studied it like the Bible, and brought four different subject guides to every class. So what could possibly be a worse way to enter your first tutorial? Oh yeah, being the only Asian in the room.

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