I remember quite well my first day of school in the US. I was almost eight years old, and had only moved a month prior after growing up most of my life in Brussels. Despite months of anticipation and excitement to start a new, “American” life, that morning, as I entered the school grounds, looking around at the throng of children running around in the courtyard yelling at each other a strange gibberish of French, English, and god-knows-what-else, utter panic took hold of me. It finally hit me that I was in a new country and school, and that I knew nobody in this strange place.