I had never left Cornell; never visited the big city or any business bigger than my Nanny’s store on the corner. I went where I pleased when I pleased and was always the best dressed and best mannered kid. I was the face of Cornell. I was that kid you hear of that everyone wanted to be around due to my charm and tenacity. Quite frankly, I loved being around the older guys in town, these guys really took me in since I never did have a dad. I never knew that there was certain principles that a son was supposed to collect from his father until we moved to the big city. Moving day came and Momma said, “Dress nice son we are going to the big city today,” still uncertain about what exactly was going on I put on my nicest overalls and my clean flannel shirt ready to go. We loaded up the old Ford, which sounded like and felt like a jackhammer going down the road, and we started our long voyage to the big city. I woke up, what seemed like ten minutes later, to the constant sound of horns surrounding our truck. I looked out the partially cracked and foggy windshield to see the towering building that seemed like grass bending in the wind. We finally made it off the busy interstate only to drive through neighborhoods where I could touch the neighbors from the porch. Pulling into the driveway of the small yellow house at the end of the road Momma exclaimed, “We’re here, we’re home.” The unpacking of our belongings was done by my mom and me because Momma said that we could not afford for the movers to unpack our things. Momma decided to break the terrible news to me after I was finished unpacking. School. I accepted the idea that I had to go to school and meet new people, even though deep down inside I knew I would have trouble adapting to this new lifestyle. First day came around and I could already feel the butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I tried to dress as close to the norm of the city folk as I could.