There are three things that I’ve come to like about Tufts: the dynamism, the people and the food.
I am Nigerian. Whenever my friends or teachers hear of my identity, they’d always ask me: “Why Tufts?” Surprisingly, I’ve never really answered that question. Each time I try to respond, I give different answers. I guess it’s hard to believe that I’d rather school far from home. On the one hand, I mention how I like the location of the school as midway between a really big city and a small city; on the other hand, I mention how I appreciate getting taught in smaller classrooms with funny and jovial professors that hold PhDs in their respective fields. But more importantly, it is this lack of a lucid answer that makes me appreciate Tufts even more. Each day, I wake to different possibilities learning new things about different people, and the environment. I like the ever changing environment. I like Tufts.
My mum has always taught me to make a home out of new environments. She taught me how to adapt and how to survive. When I was about coming to Tufts, I knew my task. Like always, I planned to get the hitherto job done: to survive. I landed Tufts as a master operator ready to execute his job. No sooner than I arrived, I realized that I needed no skill. My host advisors and peers welcomed me with genuine enthusiasm and it became clear that I didn’t need to adapt. I was home. Like my student host advisers, I met many other students who were willing chat with me. And when I feel down, there’s always that person that walks up to ask: “what’s wrong?” That’s how I learned that my college journey was filled with affection –so much affection from the lively and lovely community that will keep me standing through the rigorous college life.
As always, there’s an ongoing battle between Dewick and Carmichael to determine the better dining hall. Important factors that are considered in proclaiming the winner include the nature of service and the quality of the food. But regardless of the victor, both dining halls have remarkably good tasting food. Coming from a country that is about 6,500 miles away across the Atlantic and with so many local foods that it rather impossible to find any food similar in the states, I have been well fed. So, I consider myself a good judge. I am very enthused that I can walk into Tufts’ dinning and get a delicious spicy international meal. Beyond waffles, I may choose to have casseroles, Japanese pasta, or quesadilla. What else could I possibly want?
So far, I like the food, the people and the dynamism here. And I am pretty sure to update my list soon.