I still remember the overwhelming first day at Emory University. Jetlagged, teary-eyed, and entirely out of my element, I ran through the towering Haygood-Hopkins Gate—three times my size—and straight into my mother’s arms. The sprawling green quad of Emory’s 188-year-old campus felt foreign, the accents unfamiliar, the jetlag real. I wanted to go back home. […]
