I told the story of my family and our journey settling into North America as immigrants. As I spoke, everyone stayed silent. After I finished, the only sound with the flowing stream and crackling fire. I briefly wondered if I was a terrible storyteller and everyone had fallen asleep. But in this very silence, I felt an inexplicable sense of connection with my peers who moments ago were strangers. If you had told me that my introduction to Harvard involved body odor built up over five days without a shower, I may have gone to Yale.