I have only spent one full semester at King’s
but it’s felt like so much more. Never in my life have I been able to connect with a group of people as fast as I did with people at King’s. It took seven years of going to school with people in high school before finally becoming friends with them senior year. But the people at King’s were different. They welcomed me as soon as I got out of the Uber move-in day. My house took time to get to know me and gave me space to do it with a timeline I was comfortable with. I just never expected it to be as fast as it was. In this time of uncertainty and waiting, I have had multiple professors, addressing the class and me personally, ask how I am. Letting me know that if I ever need someone to talk to, they are there for me.
When I went home for Christmas break I had the opportunity to sit on an alumni panel at my high school and give advice to seniors as they take their next steps. Another alumnus on the panel spoke, warning the student that when they get to college no one will care about them. Their professors won’t care. They will be completely alone. Everyone on the panel nodded in agreement. I even caught myself nodding. Then I realized something; I didn’t. I didn’t feel the same as my peers from high school. I had a strong community of people in my house, classes, and club. I didn’t feel alone. I knew that my professors cared about me. I knew I made the right decision when committing to King’s.
Student | House of Sojourner Truth | Class of '26
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