It has been just over one week since I touched down in New York City and I have yet to completely grasp the notion that home is four thousand miles away, and that for the next two years, I will be inundated with foreign mores. This drastic change rends me from enough of what I have established and learned to make me feel like a fledgling. I am no longer among those I love, the regional diction I grew up with, nor the phlegmatic temperament of Californians. So many norms I have been unaware of are no longer extant.
Although this transition has been trying, I can aver with the feeling of achievement that I am a Yale graduate student. I walk the campus in deference, knowing that I now share the same cobblestone paths that so many affluent members of the world have walked. When I consider how aggrandized this school is and how many indelible names have burgeoned from this campus, I constantly remind myself that me being here is not a mistake, and that somebody sees enough latent potential in me to invest in my education. I have found providence in knowing that a school this prestigious can see prospect of me establishing an influential career, and with their help, my plastic mind will engender maturity and a greater feeling of self accomplishment.