Harvard University

I wrap my scarf more firmly around my neck, feeling the chill of the brisket January air as I trudge my way to practice. The bus stop isn’t actually that far from the pool, but with a heavy backpack and the fancy shoes that my host sister insisted I wear, the three-minute trek seems to last forever. Turning the corner three blocks down, I finally make it to the parking lot and see one of my friends. “Salut, Thomas.” He knows that it’s me without even looking. “Salute, Danielle.” He finishes fiddling with his bicycle lock and stands to greet me. I lean in for my customer, a kiss, and he…