I transferred to Cornell in the fall of 2006, and like many transfer students I had the privilege of living in the Class of 1917 Hall. It was certainly not the prettiest building on West Campus, but it was nothing short of home. It was the Transfer Center — it was the reason I fit in at Cornell, it was the reason I survived at Cornell.

The Transfer Center provided a network of transfers who were in the same situation as I was — the limbo of not wanting to be treated like a freshman, but not quite knowing how to make it at this school. We had resident advisors who understood the process of transferring and an resident hall director who led the hall council and his staff on how to build a community amongst such an incredibly diverse population.