Yale

At first, I despised the primeval nature of this college. Our dormitories were old, unmodernised. The websites for academic majors looked the same as they had 10 years ago. I looked to Harvard and Princeton for comparison; their effortless animations and elegant font made Yale seem tame. In some sense I perceived our STEM education and skills to be meaningfully inferior to our contemporaries.

Now, I don't see those things. Or at least I don't really care for them. I like how everybody places excessive emphasis on people's personalities, even if to an annoying degree. I would much rather prioritise experiences and time with people over my grades (for the most part) and I think Yale allows me to do that pretty well. Admittedly, I've made stupid choices for pretty much most of first year that prevented me from enjoying said "people" aspect of Yale, although I am trying to overcorrect for it now.

As I've typed this, I realise I'm not quite ready to post it yet for my audience of one. We shall sojourn and we shall return. 27/1/26.

Here 12th May 2026. This is an exceptionally unimportant topic to write about. Writing about the world's perception of Yale accomplishes nothing for me. It also doesn't serve Yale anyhow. It serves fucking no one. I was just about starting to write on this website when I initially wrote the sentences above and admittedly, I wanted to sound sexy. It's so performative and cringe. Just shut up.