Yale

On an evening walk during my freshman year at Yale, I noticed a homeless man slipping in and out of consciousness at the corner of a street. His breathing was shallow, his lips tinged blue, and he didn’t respond to a sternum rub I gave him. Trusting my instincts, I…

Four years ago, when people asked me which part of college I was most excited for, I always said having my own room.Yale’s dorms were a welcome change from the living conditions in my Brooklyn neighborhood. On the outside, the place my parents rented looked like any other two or…