Sometimes I still can't believe that I will be going to Yale this summer. I wake up in the morning and it suddenly hits me while I'm brushing my teeth. I'm representing my school and my district at an Ivy League school! Yale!
My family is ecstatic as well. My grandma is 81 years old, five feet tall, and has a heavy accent. We told her that I was going to Yale this summer for a two week program, and now she tells anyone who will listen: neighbors, her gardeners, and even telemarketers. My mom caught her bragging to a cashier at a grocery store.
"You know my grandson is going to Yale?" She said loudly. Everyone within earshot turned to politely congratulate her.
My mom stepped in. "It's just for two weeks, for the summer program." she corrected.
Grandma shot her a look. "So?"
This is exactly how I feel about this opportunity. The chance to go to Yale for any length of time is an achievement in itself. For two weeks, I'll be living on campus and learning with bright young people from all over the world. I'm being sponsored by my district. If I lived in the next county, I wouldn't have had this opportunity. Thanks to the Ivy League Connection, however, I'm going, and my grandma can keep on spreading the news.