Back home, you hear a lot of things about America: It’s a big, beautiful country, blah, blah, blah. Yes, it kept up some of my expectations, but part of it that bothered me was getting jobs. It was really, really hard. I went to high school in Guyana, and I took an exam that’s like what you would take to get a bachelor’s degree. But coming over here, you have to start all over again in the American system. I started with minimum pay, which is like $7 an hour. It’s hard, especially with the exorbitant prices over here. Now I’m a little better, because the pay is better. It’s not the top–but, you know, I like this area because of the schooling and the medical care.
I had a cataract in my eye. I used to see that sometimes when I got onto the subway, I’d see kind of a blur–blurred vision. I had surgery, and it was successful. Sometimes I still get sands and graininess in my vision, and when I go out, I need to use sunglasses because the sun makes my eyes kind of watery. But it’s been fine. I wouldn’t be able to get a surgery like that back home.