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¡¡¡¡Annenberg is quite large, as far as dining halls go. You walk in for the first time as a pre-frosh £¨Î´À´µÄÒ»Ä꼶ѧÉú£© during Visitas, the annual introduction to Harvard for pre-freshmen from across the United States and the world and you have one of two thoughts: Either you have just entered the world of Harry Potter and you are in the Great Hall, or you have no idea how you are going to find someone familiar in the sea of faces.¡¡¡¡At least, that was my first experience when I had dinner in Annenberg, the first-year students' dining hall. I walked in with a girl I had met on the walk over, and we both showed our temporary IDs to get in. We sat down with some other pre-frosh she recognized from an open house earlier in the day, and we joined the conversation. That meal in Annenberg was the first time I met a guy my age who identified as a feminist £¨Å®È¨Ö÷ÒåÕߣ©-and that meant a lot to me as the then-president of the four-person feminist club at my high school. It was also when I learned the difference between the slang words "SoCal" and "NorCal," and it was the first .time I passed my phone around and got so many new numbers that I wasn't sure whether I would be able to match each number with a face and name.¡¡¡¡These may seem like random things that happened over the course of a meal, but occurrences like that continued throughout the duration of my first visit to Harvard. These interactions with the students who would become my friends and classmates made me feel a sense of connection and belonging. No one was too much like me, but I felt like I fit in with the Class of 2016. I met students who had been on campus so many times that they knew their way around better than some upperclassmen, and students like myself whose first major interaction with public transportation had been the subway ride to campus. I met students who had done amazing scientific research and won competitions for it, and students who had published poetry. I met students who knew exactly what they wanted to study and students whose definitions of "college" and "time to explore" were one and the same.¡¡¡¡On the afternoon of my last day visiting campus, my dad arrived. No one in my family had ever been to Boston. And my mom did not like the idea of me choosing a college before either she or my dad had seen and approved of my choice. Once he was here, I showed him around as if I had been on campus for weeks, not two days. It may sound cliched £¨³Â´ÊÀĵ÷µÄ£©, but after just two days, it did not take too much imagination to see myself as a proud Harvard student. I was already amusedly exasperated £¨·³ÄÕ£© that our mascot £¨¼ªÏéÎ was a color instead of an animal, I already knew never to leave my dorm without an umbrella, and I already had a dozen reasons why we were better than our rivals at MIT in New Haven.¡¡¡¡By the conclusion of my Visitas experience, I could see myself making Harvard my home, and in my time here so far, I feel as if I have done just that. I have found a family in my circle of friends, and I know that we will continue to be close for years to come. I have confronted my stage fright £¨ÇÓ³¡ÐÄÀí£© by dancing with Harvard's folk dance team, been introduced to the business world by joining Harvard Undergraduate Women in Business, and gotten to look deeper into issues of identity and social justice as a part of Harvard Dialogues. The people here have taught me how to push my¡¡¡¡comfort zone and enjoy every minute of it.¡¡¡¡¡­¡­