Bilal Rahmani’s intellectual home was his English class, his classmates, and his professor for that class. He stated that his “first month of college passed in this depressive state” because he didn’t care about the social aspect of things there. He went on to say he did’t join any clubs, make friends, go to pep rallies or anything else on that spectrum. All he did was go to school then go home to do his homework then repeat the cycle. The classes didn’t interest him nor did the professors engage him to be enthusiastic or even slightly interested in the classes he had, however, all of this changed during the second semester when he happened to have a certain English class. In this class, they were talking about a short story by Ernest Hemingway called ” Cat In The Rain”. He figured he’d have to answer all the questions the professor asked about the short story because none of his other classmates would understand the symbolism or complexity of the story. He raised his hand to answer a question, but so did a girl that was sitting next to him. The girl was picked and gave a whole different interpretation compared to the one that he already had in his mind. He still figured his interpretation was smarter, but then that’s when the rest of the class started “shooting out ideas that all made so much sense”. He went on to say “The classroom became ink, penetrating the water, which was my mind, adding new colors, creating something completely new, something I alone could never hope to create.”, which was his way of saying the class actually stimulated him intellectually. It created a spark in him he didn’t realize could exist. His intellectual home became that classroom and everyone in it.