Courtesy of Elishevlyne Eliason & Brian Zhang
In late August, my mom and I waited at Grand Central Station for my New Haven-bound train. At 20, I was lost. My major was still undeclared at Yale, I had just decided to move off-campus, and I was in love with guys who had their eyes set on Wall Street futures. I was about to enter what's been called the most challenging semester of college.
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