So Yale..
It certainly is what one would expect, isn't it? Yale. It's big and expensive. These buildings, some built during the Depression when labor what cheap and people had time, reek of having too much money and nothing to do with it. They actually pour acid over new buildings and renovations to make them look more "lived in." That's "kind of freakin' wierd."
My summer job is at Yale. It's called Exploration. It's a summer camp for rich high school kids, where they're taught by college kids (and recent grads) about things, and they get to live on the Yale campus and have sex in bushes. You know, kids will be kids! Ha ha ha! It's indicative of my situation that the song that makes me smile at the end of the day is "A Journey to Reedham," by Squarepusher, off the Big Loada album. If you can get access to a copy of that (IE you're near Paulo Casaes or Taavo Smith), I recommend listening to it. It makes me smile, anyway. Every time.
The East Coast is a real hoot. There are whole cultures here that seem to have missed my portion of the East. Like the culture where it's okay to be an asshole, and a really bad driver. Or where name-dropping gains you social status and admiration, as opposed to the general disdain of your family, friends, and peers. But what would the Ivy League be without name-dropping? I'll leave the bemused, worldy answers to you, my friends. It's to bed I go.