Rachel Noelle Sammons (C) Feyi Fagade |
Rachel
Noelle Sammons is from Chicago, USA, and here she describes why she decided to make
the move:
‘The
sensible choice was to move to England and study creative writing at the
University of East Anglia. I could focus
on my passion whereas my top American universities offered English only as a
degree with a marginal concentration on creative writing. At UEA, I could also sidestep the American
liberal arts education which would have obligated me to take classes in
science, maths, history, and even gym.
UEA was cheaper and a year shorter.
It only made sense to leave America for it. Unfortunately, my chances of
going to UEA were slim. In America, the
universities and colleges (university without postgraduate options) need
responses to their offers by April, much earlier than UEA. I didn’t think I would be accepted to UEA
because of its prestigious standards so I settled on my choices in
America. I said yes to Houghton College.
Houghton
College is a cosy campus on the site of a former Caneadea Indian
Reservation. It’s currently in Amish
Country. My mother and I drove there
from Buffalo, New York, on a gravel road, for three hours straight,
occasionally pulling over to let a horse and buggy pass. The town is named after the college and it
boasts a Subway but nothing else. I was
charmed. I loved the seclusion. I marvelled at the thickly-forested hills and
the students’ stories of bear sightings.
It was also a Christian college which meant the majority of my fellow
classmates would be sheltered, churched kids like me, maybe even
home-schooled. There would be no
drinking parties, no sexual misadventures, and no drugs because no one would
choose Houghton if they were interested in those things. It did not matter that the English Department
was lacklustre. This was a safe haven,
an isolated bubble of piety. We would be
obligated to attend Chapel three times a week.
My mother liked that a lot.
I
accepted Houghton’s offer, reviewed my timetable at a summer orientation, and
got in contact with my future roommate.
At the end of May, I graduated high school and began to prepare for the
Houghton life. July rolled around and I
received an email from UEA accepting me into their Creative Writing
course. My dad was stoked. Within a week, we left for an impromptu
flight to England.
My
first taste of Norwich was the Prince of Wales Road. As my father and I searched for our hotel, we
passed an array of bars and clubs which somehow looked shadier than the ones in
Chicago. Once we gave Norwich a proper
tour, England’s casual drinking culture became clear to us by the number of
pubs we stumbled across. My first
impression of UEA involved the fact that there was a pub on campus. I had no disapproval of alcohol
consumption. I just hadn’t expected its
constant presence.
However,
I was reminded of all the reasons that made UEA so desirable in the
beginning. Its course respected creative
writing as a serious discipline. I would
be surrounded by passionate creative writers, while at Houghton I had yet to
meet another student like me. My dad said to me, ‘You gotta be crazy to not go here.’
Despite
how sensible it was to choose UEA, I was still bent on going to Houghton. I came back to America torn between two
radically different futures. It didn’t
matter that Norwich was the UNESCO City of Literature. I just didn’t have the
confidence to bear the secular world. In
addition to that, I didn’t have the confidence to bear immersion in a culture
beyond my home country.
Pushing
aside my parents’ opinions, I considered what I was looking for in the
university experience. I realised that I
wanted an adventure. I wanted a series
of unpredictable events that would fuel my creative writing. But I knew that an adventure wasn’t an
adventure unless you’re a little bit scared.
I cancelled my enrolment in Houghton and accepted UEA’s offer.
It was
the best decision I could ever make. I
underestimated Norwich’s literary culture and it was thrilling to discover it
through poetry readings and literature festivals. My spirituality grew strong in its isolation
and it motivated me to pursue my own, personal faith. I relaxed in a culture that accepted me as an
adult, one in which I can drink and ultimately make my own decisions. Most of all, I became part of a community of
writers. It has been an encouraging,
liberating, and challenging place to be – just the right kind of adventure.’
Rachel Noelle Sammons is from
Chicago, USA and is entering her third year at UEA with the hope
of staying in England. She’s self-published a young-adult novel
called 'Toni' and its sequel, 'Illusions for a Thief' on Amazon. She has
interned at the Writers' Centre Norwich, volunteered for monthly live
literature events, and assisted in creative writing workshops with young
students. Lately, she finds herself writing about characters who struggle with their faith as well as what happens when the secular world collides with the Christian world.
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