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Diversity
I went to the track to juggle a soccer ball last night. When I got there, two white guys were warming up, but I paid little attention to them. After about forty-five minutes of juggling, it seemed that people of every race and nation had spilled onto the turf. The first kid I talked to told me his name was Jerry, but that wasn't his real name. He moved here from Colombia but he couldn't take the butchery any longer. The next guy I met came to Florida from Eritrea: a country I know nothing more about than its location on a map. There were many other diverse people playing soccer whose ethnicity I could only guess because I was hungry so I had to leave. My roomates girlfriend was born in Jamaica for Pete's sake. The majority at FAU is white, but we have a hearty mix of people on our campus. I love it.