June 6, 2015
I arrived at Yale in the early evening. The travel coordinator was supremely helpful
in arranging my flight and pick up from the airport. This time, I traveled from Chicago, O’hare to
Hartford, CT; a much shorter flight compared to my last.
Getting dropped off right in front of my dorm, the new dorm,
I found my San Jose group gathering outside and preparing to walk to
dinner. They told me they would wait for
me, so I quickly grabbed my room key, unloaded my bags on my bed, and continued
my journey into the heart of Yale.
Dinner was set in a long dining hall. Even though it was buffet style, I still felt
like I was meandering a scene from Harry Potter’s banquet room. There was a healthy array of options, ranging
from sandwiches, to pork, to incredible bacon infused noodles. I sat down with my group as people continued
to arrive from all parts of the country.
Most looked like worn travelers, but all had a fire and excitement in
their eyes that foreshadowed the academic vigor in weeks to come.
After our meal, I went back to my room to unpack and finish
some readings for tomorrow’s seminar. My
seminar leader found me as I was walking back and asked if I wanted to join her
and a few others to watch the woman’s world cup final at a local pub. I decided that might be fun and joined them
after setting up my room.
The bar was crowded with good ol’ fashion Americans rooting
for their team and having a good time.
We didn’t stay long. After the
game was over, we walked back to the dorm down lamp lit paths and reassuring
alleys. The group showed me around a
bit, but I was mostly exhausted. So when
I got back to my room, I turned out the lights and fell asleep.
It was a good day.
Arriving back at Yale begot an air of intrigue that feels
refreshing and invigorating. I am
excited for these next few weeks.
Although the work will be rigorous, I feel that I’ll find great value
and fulfillment in my time here.
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