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My First Impression


My first impression of the university is “WOW”. There are these incredibly old and fascinating buildings that I have never seen in real life before. It is a surprisingly beautiful place. In addition the  environment surrounding Yale differs a lot from the environment I am used to in Sweden. The gothic architecture is impressive and like nothing I have seen before. Standing outside Yale makes me feel like I am all of a sudden in an American movie. This whole thing is something people in movies get to experience, not me, an 18 year old girl from Stockholm. Slowly crossing a big lawn on my way to the check in, I notice the kindness of the students. They seem really nice and I feel greatful for spending my summer here. 

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  1. Carrie Allen30 juni 2018 kl. 10:47

    DON"T FORGET PHOTOS!!!!!
    Luckily I can read Swedish so I know how to leave comments....NOT!

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