Reflections of an Ivy League Graduate
The four years that I have spent at Columbia has by far been the best four of my adolescence. I say adolescence because one of the important things I learned in my time here is that college aged students are in no way real adults (nor do they really want to be). But I strongly feel that the time I have spent at Columbia has adequately prepared me for the future, for adulthood and for the many unknowns ahead, and for that I am grateful.
Yet, I cannot help but look back and realize that unlike many others, I did not truly find a home here. Like many of the other places I have lived, the culture and environment at Columbia is geared towards a specific archetype. Because the sum of my gender, race, interests, personality etc do not meet those requirements, I did not find the same sense of belonging here that many others did. While Columbia may pride itself on its diversity and stress the celebration of differences, if you deviate from the norm, you will have a hard time fitting in, just like at any other place. When my 18-year-old self set foot here for NSOP, I had felt that this could finally be a place that I could call home. But I was naive and wrong. Instead, this was a place that taught me that there are no magical places where everyone fits in but rather it is up to us, as the next generation, to create less prejudiced environments and build greater communities.
So my dearest Columbia, I thank you for the four years and I leave with a happy goodbye and the hope that your future residents will inherit a more welcoming community and better experience than I did.





















