I will
never forget the moment when I first met Yale.
It was a boring and tiring trip from the airport to New Haven and
I hadn't recovered from jet lag yet. When I was feeling sleepy and exhausted,
the bus arrived at Yale University and the
scenery changed totally. Hey, what a blue sky, and what a large green! “Here, I arrived, at Yale!”
My
friend and I got off the bus at the gate of Old Campus. The relaxing atmosphere
and people who were walking casually impressed us. Will I become as relaxed as
they or will I become stressed due to challenges? I had no idea. Feeling both excited and
tired, we began to find the way to check in. It's quite easy to get lost at
Yale because of the similar buildings. We didn't find our way until we met a
volunteer wearing a summer-session's T-shirt. With her help, I went to the registration office by Yale bus and got
my key to my dorm
successfully. But when I returned to the check-in place, "Oh my god! Where
is my luggage?!" I entirely forgot where I had placed it. Fortunately, my teacher was taking care of it. How
careless I was. I finally settled down in Calhoun College.
The
dormitory was the best one I had seen. Everyone could have a separate room and
the common hall was shared by eight people. The facilities
were convenient. After making my bed, I opened the window to let fresh air in, and
there were tall green trees standing there and lovely squirrels running around. It was my first time to
see squirrels. They were very sensitive to humans and when I got too
close to them, they escaped away quickly. I share a room with
another seven girls from different areas. We are different ages, in different skins, in different majors, but we
are all friendly and it is easy to chat. We had dinner together and learned more about each other.
After
dinner, there was an orientation at Calhoun Common Hall. I met more people
there. The serious woman police warned us about the security
and the kind counselors talked about colorful activities they had planned. The speed of their speech was so quick for me that I couldn't
keep up with it and I even recorded it by iPhone.
In the
evening, with all the preparation done, I was finally able sit in front
of my desk. My mother at home was already in June 27th while I was still in
June 26th. She was having breakfast while I was falling into sleep. But instead
of feeling homesick, I felt excited. "Hey, Yale, nice to meet you and what
is waiting for me tomorrow?"
