Although today we spent a lot of time in New Haven visiting relatives -- rather annoying, considering the people generally tick me off with their mentality that I am a little girl of nine, and even more now that I'm old enough to choose either to be respectful and polite, or to simply ignore them -- my father did give me a tour of Yale's campus, or the areas that are open to the public at the moment. Of course, come this year, I'll be taking an official guided tour.
I've wanted to go to Yale for a very long time. Of course, there are other places that interest me, and I certainly will consider going there and apply and perhaps even attend, but Yale always has had a special place in my heart. I've never seen it like I saw it today, though. Before, I was either attending graduations or alumni (and family) functions, or plays. Never just walking around and seeing the school.
The way Yale is in New Haven, you never really have to leave the general campus area, if you choose to, which means I can avoid irritating family types for the most part, thank goodness. And although much of New Haven is ghetto, including the area where my family lives, downtown at Yale is nice. Upscale, traditional New England, comfortable, young, cool. There are so many places . . . book store restaurants, clubs, cafes, stores, the green . . . places to just be if there's nothing else to do. Not to mention the fact that the school is beautiful. It's peaceful there. And while I'm sure that it's quite different with students living there, the peace remains. It's the same peace that's been there since the first time I went when I was . . . four or five.
Recently I was having doubts. Or, rather, I was acknowledging that there are other places I need to visit and get information about and apply to . . . and that in the end this school might not be my first choice. And after I go to the other places . . . UCLA, Howard University (a Historically Black College or University that provides a full scholarship if you score over a 1300, and a school where my grandfather was a provost, and much of my family attended . . . a place where I could pledge AKA and do the entire "Young, black female" blah blah thing . . . the place where I will *not* go but it is required that I apply), NYU, Julliard (which I will not attend) Columbia . . . Brown and Carnegie Mellon . . . hey, Yale still might not be my first choice. But after today, the idea of me walking down Hall Street to get to Toad's after class before I go back to Ramsan to study doesn't seem so out there anymore.
In other news, I find freshman_year outragous. Come on, class of '05. Will we stand for this?
*snobbily plots Junior-ish things*