First Year Counselors

Berkeley College FroCos 2018-2019

The First-Year Counselors are seniors who live near, advise and help the freshmen in Lanman-Wright Memorial Hall (L-dub)

Nia Berrian

I absolutely loved the first year SnowBall fight that happens after the first big snow of the year. It was so fun being outside on Old Campus with my friends, just playing in the snow like three-year-olds. It was just a time of pure joy and happiness around midterm season that was really needed.

Clark Burnett

Someone told me during my first few weeks in college that, “time is the economy of Yale.” I quickly learned how true this is. Really. Yale is a place of abundance, and because of that, time moves quite quickly. People move quickly. Sometimes too quickly. As the old and wise FroCo speaking, take my word for it! I’m old now! How did that happen! (I’m not that old.)

One of my greatest challenges during my first year was deciding exactly how I ought to be spending my time, because there are so many things you can do or learn in a given day. There are events, and friends, and clubs. I ultimately learned that it is also ok to not attend every event, or to not see every notable speaker. In fact, focusing on what you do and do not want to spend your precious time on can be a healthy and liberating decision. With fewer things on my plate, I enjoy the things I do more here.

Corrie Chan

During my first semester at Yale, my friends and I decided to take a day off during reading period to go to New York City and see the Christmas lights at Rockefeller Center. The whole day was kind of a mess; we left way too early, were lost basically all the time, and had no idea what to do to pass the time. But it was such a fun and exciting day, and when we finally made it to Rockefeller Center, the lights were so beautiful and magical. Now, the NYC trip is a reading period/Christmas tradition for my friends and I.

Jason Hu

Coming from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I am very used to the snow. In my first year, I nervously waited for the snow to come and increase the difficulty of getting to class. When it came, I saw the joy my friends who had never seen snow felt, yet I remained unenthused, fearing the greater amounts of snow to come. But then, the First Year Class Council organized a snowball fight on Old Campus. I couldn’t possibly imagine having fun in the snow and almost didn’t go. Fortunately, one of my friends dragged me to join. Soon I was throwing and dodging snowballs and having the time of my life. This opportunity to rediscover the joy of snow was one of my favorite memories from my first year at Yale.

Jorge Lema

Often as the only Latino in academic and professional spaces before Yale, I was most surprised to discover the strength of Yale’s communities of color. Here, minority students support, uplift, and challenge one another. This was particularly important to me because of my identity as a first-generation college student with immigrant parents from Ecuador without high school or college educations. As a first-year I did not believe that I belonged at Yale nor did I believe that I could succeed at this school. My peers, particularly those of color, have however helped me feel welcome at Yale in ways that I did not anticipate. For this, I am incredibly grateful.

Jaclyn Price - Head Counselor

My favorite memory in my first year at Yale was our first snowfall. Being from Florida, I had never seen snow before. When I woke up in the morning and looked out my window to see the Lanman-Wright Courtyard blanketed in snow I couldn’t wait to get out there. On Old Campus you could see all of the people like me from Florida, or California, or Texas who were marveling at the winter wonderland that had happened overnight and our suitemates from New Jersey, Colorado, and the like who laughed at our disbelief. It was just after we returned from winter break and classes were not yet in full swing. A group of us from Berkeley took old cafeteria trays up to the Divinity School hill and spent all afternoon sledding. When we got back we were wet and cold from melted snow but couldn’t have been happier. We fixed up a huge batch of Swiss Miss hot coco and all crammed into one tiny common room. Later that night, Freshman Class Council organized our annual class snowball fight which was loud, crazy, and insanely fun. Now, a couple years later, when I find myself getting agitated about a nor’easter in March I try to remember how magical that first day in the snow was.

David Stevens

Nothing beats The Game! It’s the one time of year that the whole campus comes together to take pride in our school and root on the Bulldogs. Because The Game was at home my first year, everyone stuck around to get a taste of old Yale. Although we were not victorious on the gridiron, we still had a whale of a time chanting “school on Monday!” at the Crimson fans. (Yale has a full week for Thanksgiving; Harvard does not.)
Most of the time, students at Yale feel under pressure to compete and to advertise themselves, whether it’s applying for selective seminars or summer internships. I will never forget my first experience going to The Game, not only because my friends then have remained some of my closest, but also because it is a tremendous moment where we get to be part of something bigger than ourselves. (I should add that the Bulldogs have gone on to beat Harvard both of the last two years!)

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