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I dreamt about Yale last night. Well, it was really more of a nightmare.
I arrived at the dorms at Yale and was assigned a room. The first thing the staff did was spout off a list of rules at me. Not allowed outside after dark. Not allowed to leave the dorms without permission. Not allowed to be inside the dorms without permission. Not allowed to take a shower without permission. They took us to an orientation and welcoming picnic outside the dorms, on a huge beautiful expanse of lawn. I had to go to the bathroom, so I asked an older student where to go, and I was directed around the side of a building. I went where directed, and just before entering the building encountered a staff member, who freaked out. Apparently I had unwittingly followed directions back into the dorm building, but wasn't supposed to have been able to enter without going up and down some sort of staircase and through a locked gate. Despite the fact that I was now standing outside a bathroom, I was not permitted to use it, and was turned back.
Later that night, I was shown to my room. I was sharing a complex with six or eight other girls, and all the beds were preassigned. I was assigned to one of the two beds that was in the living room. The other girl and I stayed up and cried after everyone else had gone to bed. In an attempt to recover our sanity and some decency, we tried to go take showers in the bathroom. Once again, we were caught by a staff member and punished. They sent us back to our room, and I sat on my bed and sobbed and longed for Santa Cruz.
I know it was a nightmare, and a product of not having slept much this week, and being stressed out about my impending thesis doom... but still. Someone yesterday told me about how conservative Yale is, and wouldn't relent when I pointed out that Connecticut is a blue state, and Yale is definitely more liberal than Harvard, and I guess some concern that maybe that person was right sunk into my subconscious. I really hope I haven't made the wrong decision is choosing to leave California for Yale. I was close to crying when I woke up.
I arrived at the dorms at Yale and was assigned a room. The first thing the staff did was spout off a list of rules at me. Not allowed outside after dark. Not allowed to leave the dorms without permission. Not allowed to be inside the dorms without permission. Not allowed to take a shower without permission. They took us to an orientation and welcoming picnic outside the dorms, on a huge beautiful expanse of lawn. I had to go to the bathroom, so I asked an older student where to go, and I was directed around the side of a building. I went where directed, and just before entering the building encountered a staff member, who freaked out. Apparently I had unwittingly followed directions back into the dorm building, but wasn't supposed to have been able to enter without going up and down some sort of staircase and through a locked gate. Despite the fact that I was now standing outside a bathroom, I was not permitted to use it, and was turned back.
Later that night, I was shown to my room. I was sharing a complex with six or eight other girls, and all the beds were preassigned. I was assigned to one of the two beds that was in the living room. The other girl and I stayed up and cried after everyone else had gone to bed. In an attempt to recover our sanity and some decency, we tried to go take showers in the bathroom. Once again, we were caught by a staff member and punished. They sent us back to our room, and I sat on my bed and sobbed and longed for Santa Cruz.
I know it was a nightmare, and a product of not having slept much this week, and being stressed out about my impending thesis doom... but still. Someone yesterday told me about how conservative Yale is, and wouldn't relent when I pointed out that Connecticut is a blue state, and Yale is definitely more liberal than Harvard, and I guess some concern that maybe that person was right sunk into my subconscious. I really hope I haven't made the wrong decision is choosing to leave California for Yale. I was close to crying when I woke up.
