Year at Yale

I spent the 2014/2015 academic year as a visiting student at Yale University under the Yale Visiting International Students Program. My time at Yale is now over, but Yale's time in me is not. Yale has been very kind to me, and for that I am grateful.

The last few weeks in particular have been quite eventful, and I think it might be wise, or at least somewhat meaningful, to collect the sentimentality (and perhaps poetastery) that resulted. I did not take many pictures in my time at Yale; maybe these are what I shall better remember it by.

New Haven might be the Elm City, but oaks grow along Hillhouse, on my daily trudge up Science Hill; I will remember them just as I remember all of you. Until we meet again, everyone!

The Oak

Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.

All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength.

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson