After listening to the lectures that discussed 'othering' and how we let what we think is 'normal' dictate would we consider 'different' as well, the question that really stayed with me was who are we actually making invisible, the others or ourselves? It's something that I've thought about before and I think it's a really great point; when we consider ourselves as what is normal, we lose sight of what makes us different. Just as we identify other cultures by pointing out what they do that makes them unique, we should remember that our own culture can be defined in the same way. Today, while eating lunch at a Spanish restaurant, our table talked about what our last meals in the U.S. was and fantasized about what our first meals would be. What I thought was one of the strangest cravings was water with ice in it. However, I completely understand what they meant. Here, when you ask for water you get a bottle of water and a glass, no ice. It's a great example of how something that seems so normal at home isn't even practiced in other places.
Since I grew up in a family full of USC grads, I didn't experience my first Clemson football game until freshman year and at that point I was introduced to what would become one of my favorite past times: tailgating. I love the games themselves, too, but the tailgates are what I really look forward to. It's a combination of the excitement, the people, the food, the weather (except this year since it only seemed to rain on home games) and getting dressed up in orange and purple that makes this experience so amazing. I don't think it will ever get old. If an exchange student were to come for Clemson, my best advice to them would be to make sure they made it to a football game and to make sure they accomplish these things: get there early, wear orange, and try to find a chick-fil-a platter and/or some ham delights.
While football is important to Clemson's identity, there is also a lot more to our school than just that. Tillman Hall and Bowman Field are some of the first images to come to mind when asked to describe Clemson. For us, Death Valley has a very different meaning that it does for the rest of the country. I know that when the orange paw prints start appearing on the roads on my drives back to Clemson after breaks, I know that I'm home. All of these things are important to me and I'd want to share them with someone who was from somewhere else. I understand that the unique things that make us different also make us who we are. After a few weeks (and a few more months to go) living in a different culture I quickly realized just how much of an outsider I am here, but it only makes me appreciate what I have at home even more.