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My first impression of Yale

 I wake up: a baby is crying on the plane, and their loud screams are torturing my tired brain. I look at the time on the tiny screen in front of me, and I am relieved to learn that the long flight is ending: thirty minutes until I arrive in New York. 

The airport is crowded, and adrenaline rushes through my body as I get through customs, where they check my passport and my visa. I have officially entered the US. My dad is waiting for me outside of the airport, and as soon as I see him I wave and smile: it is nice to see a familiar face among many strangers. 

We get to New Haven by car, and during the trip I already get a glimpse of my surroundings, which I notice to be really different from Italy. After we check into the hotel, I immediately fall asleep, exhausted but excited for what is waiting for me tomorrow.


When I enter the Yale campus, I am instantly overwhelmed by the beautiful buildings and green areas around me, and I think to myself that nothing could have prepared me for the excitement I am feeling. This emotion follows me as I enter the dorm, which is amazingly characteristic. Afterward, I settle into my room, say bye to my father, and I decide to take a stroll around campus. 

Being in a foreign country all by myself, I naturally feel a little lost and alone, but looking around I see many friendly faces of people that are living the same experience as me, and the fear goes away quickly. 

I am already sure I will love it here.


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