This
past weekend, I was in Palo Alto and San Francisco for the Quest Liaison
training. Each school that partners with Questbridge (that is the program that
helped me get to Trinity College) has a college chapter that brings all Quest
Scholars together for activities, academics and community service. The Quest
Scholars Network brings a leader from each chapter to Palo Alto for a couple
days where they attend workshops, get to know each and also do some fun things,
such as visiting San Francisco.
It
was a great weekend! I now have friends at thirty different colleges in the
nation so anytime soon; I might need to take a road trip. The weather was
beautiful, which was the break I needed from the humidity out East and the dry
heat that we have at home. Most importantly, I learned so much and I can’t wait
to lead Trinity’s chapter.
One thing that stuck
with me the entire time was what this place all meant. California wasn’t some
random state that I had yet to visit until this training. It’s actually where
my American journey all began. When I landed at the San Francisco airport last Thursday,
I had done the same thing nearly ten years ago. Then, it was night time and my
English was limited. When we walked across the Golden Gate Bridge, it wasn’t something
new. To get to where we would be staying in California, we had to drive across
it. If I am not mistaken, there was less traffic and tourists.
This training was
special because almost ten years later, I found myself where my journey all started.
Here are a few photos to highlight my trip:
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| This Stanford entrance made me think of my art history class and the use of triumphal arches |
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Palm Drive is the main entrance to Stanford and as the name suggests, it is lined with palms |
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| This picture was taken while we were at Twins Peaks. From up there, you can see all of San Francisco. What a city! |
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| The Golden Gate Bridge from one end. Yes, we did walk across with the other tourists who wanted to do the same thing! |
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