By Shaira Bhanji
Before I started classes at Harvard, I thought I had my life figured out. I had just graduated from Flintridge Preparatory School, a small, close-knit private school in sunny Southern California. I could have stayed in California for college, but decided that I wanted to take four years to be exposed to a completely different environment. I quickly learned just how different the east coast is when I realized that wearing flip-flops everyday is not an option. Moreover, I would no longer know (or at least recognize) everyone on campus. I was set on being pre-med, had found a concentration/secondary combo that interested me—Environmental Science and Public Policy and Global Health and Health Policy—and yes, I had even laid out my courses for nearly every semester of my four years at Harvard.
However, I was in for a rude awakening.
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