My Trip to Harvard Law School
Part I: First Impressions

It wasn't until I actually arrived in Boston and Cambridge that I realized something: this is all real. Sure, I've seen pictures, movies, and the like, but in the back of my head, I didn't think it would actually look and feel like that in reality. Well, it did. I thought: "So, this is where all the red brick in the known universe is." Who knew that places like this still existed? Ok, probably hundreds of thousands of people. But it wasn't actualized to me until I arrived. Here was a place with charm and a personality all of its own.

Standing around, walking among the buildings, I had this feeling of insignificance. It wasn't really positive or negative in itself, more neutral, and perspective-shifting. It was a similar feeling to being on top of a mountain, or looking out the window of a plane, or even being in front of a great work of art. You cannot help but crane your neck, look up, and feel tiny. But as awesome as the feeling is, I remembered that they are just buildings. They are brick, mortar, wood, and more. They mean nothing apart from the people there, from the knowledge they are supposed to instill, and the work that knowledge is supposed to do. Yet, the feeling still remains, of being the presence of greatness.

So, I walked around. I talked with people. I sat in on a class. I'll flesh out those details later. Not only did the trip help me personally, as I was much in need of a vacation from campus and all the concerns that go with it, I got really excited. I think this is it.