I was only eight years old when I took my first plane ride. Despite having never been thousands of feet up in the air before, excitement rushed through my veins. Boston had always been my dream destination; it was my future. For as long as I could remember, I dreamed of attending Harvard University. My inspiration came from a show my mom watched called Gilmore Girls. She adored the show. As I grew up, we would watch the show on repeat together, quoting every word. Rory was a character I genuinely admired because she was intelligent and beautiful. I wanted to do everything she did; to be her. Therefore, her dream of going to Harvard became my dream, as well. As soon as I stepped off the plane into the frigid, stale