COVID-19 was “unprecedented” for a variety of reasons. Among them was that over 20% of the Harvard class of 2024 decided to defer enrollment. I was one of those 340 gappers.
This was quite the leap of faith for me; I can be quite cautious and risk-averse (euphemisms for being a little boring). But as a member of the class of 2024, I felt convinced that attending college that fall—when everything was rife with uncertainty—was the risky option.
Still, I’m a chronic over-thinker. My proliferating worries, and compulsive need to over-plan, rendered the decision to pursue a gap year a particularly difficult one, but one that I’m exceedingly grateful to have made. After a truly unforgettable year, I am certain that taking time off would have been excellent decision: with or without the presence of the pandemic.
If you’re on the fence about taking a gap year, look no further! See below for my 5 biggest concerns when deciding to defer enrollment to Harvard, and how these concerns were all upended by the end of my gap year. I hope that they serve to assuage some of your worries about gapping!
Concern #1: How will I spend a whole YEAR?
I hold structure sacrosanct (color-coded Google Calendars, anyone?) and couldn't fathom 12 months of unstructured time that had been formerly occupied by classes and extracurriculars and social obligations. I was hugely skeptical about how I could fill the space of a gap year. School had been the epicenter of my life: it was daring—presumptuous, even—to reimagine my life differently.
But there was something liberating about being the sole curator of my gap year. I loved high school, but I found that I was often forced to sideline my interests: books I wanted to read, stories I wanted to write, films I wanted to watch. Suddenly, a year didn’t feel quite long enough for me to do all that I had neglected in high school. In this way, my gap year served as a natural corrective to my desire for structure.
And now, even though my Harvard existence is predicated on effective scheduling and time management, my gap year helped institutionalize rituals of self-care into the infrastructure of my life. In doing so, it helped me re-conceptualize self-care not as an indulgence, but as a necessity. I now consider reading a chapter of a book or calling my parents back home priorities.
Beyond excessive planning, my gap year helped me regard myself independently from school or academics. For our whole lives, our identities are inextricably linked to our education. After high school, we assume the identity of being Harvard students. But the gap year represents an in-between moment in time in which one can reckon with who they are, beyond their identities as students.
As my gap year drew to a close, I was horrified by how quickly it had transpired. By August, however, I was genuinely thrilled about attending college and itching to move into Harvard Yard.
Concern #2: My Immigrant Parents Are Never Going To Let Me Drop Out Of School
Many prospective gappers experience resistance from friends and family about taking a year off. My parents weren’t exactly enthused by the prospect of their daughter lazing around the house for twelve months. If you do experience such resistance, however, try to formulate concrete plans to show them that your gap year isn’t just a needless escape from school.
That being said, you don’t necessarily need to have everything figured out. I certainly didn't when I deferred enrollment to Harvard! Instead, aim to show the people around you that the gap year is more than just a year-long vacation—it’s a stretch of time for you to reflect, re-calibrate, and re-energize before the next four years.
Concern #3: Gap Years Are Too Expensive
Unfortunately, it’s true that the vast majority of gap year programs are exorbitantly expensive. Thankfully, I joined a program (quick Outer Coast plug) that offered me an extremely generous financial aid package. Gap year programs are an attractive option: they offer a substitute amount of structure in your life, and generally offer “transformative” experiences, such as travel and companionship with people your age. However, you shouldn’t have to sell an organ to afford to have a rewarding gap year. Many gappers choose to embark on mammoth road trips, sometimes even with fellow gap year students, that can be less costly than a formal program.
However, you don’t even need to flee home in order to have a good gap year. If, like me, you wished you’d spent more time with your family over the course of high school, the gap year represents an amazing opportunity to make up for lost time: I was able to attend my 13-year-old brother’s soccer games, cook with my mother in the kitchen, and go on long drives with my dad.
On a final note, financial concerns about gap years extend beyond gap year activities: taking a year off also means entering the workforce (at the very least) a year later. Here’s the good news, though: a gap year does offer students the opportunity to earn some money before college. For example, during my gap year, I worked at Kumon, a student tutoring agency. The extra money has certainly helped alleviate some of the financial burden of college.
Concern #4: My Brain Will Rot Unused
Gap year students often worry about the academic adjustment to college after a year out of school. This concern isn’t completely unfounded—I certainly had to adjust to college academic writing, tough deadlines, and juggling academic, social, and extracurricular obligations. But after taking a gap year, I felt more energized to respond to the pressures of college life.
In fact, I’m grateful to have had a year to grow intellectually. I read fiction. I watched documentaries. I spoke to interesting people, both online and in my local community. I loved intellectually straining myself in non-educational settings—in some ways, it felt strangely novel to learn outside of the four walls of a classroom.
Beyond intellectual growth, I spent a lot of time indulging my feelings and critically reflecting on my high school years, pastimes that yielded significant emotional breakthroughs. I would even go as far as to argue that these revelations prepared me more for life at Harvard than anything else.
Concern #5: I’ll Be An Ancient 20-Year-Old First-Year
There’s no sugar-coating it—it is extremely odd to be a 20-year-old first-year. There are kids in the class of 2025 who were born many years after I was! However, there are so many students who deferred enrollment in my class with whom I can commiserate about the woes of aging.
Outside of the occasional crisis about the end of your teenage era, you might feel the difference when your classmates talk about high school. A whole year separates gappers from senior year. But this distance lends you refreshing perspectives and eviscerates any lingering anxieties, insecurities, and burnout from high school. Indeed, many of my classmates have even pointed out how “mature” I seem—a win in my books!
All this to say...If your cursor is hovering over the “defer enrollment” button, as mine was a year and a half ago, CLICK! Trust me—you won’t stop talking about your gap year when you get to Harvard. Ask my friends.
Weeks Bridge has one of the best views of the Cambridge skyline, especially at sunset.
Drawing can be a leisure activity or a great way to relax. A sketch book and pen often accompanied me at the park in my free moments.
The Garment District is a thrift and costume shop just outside of Harvard's campus.
My Philosophy banner
My daily walk during the winter
FUP Silent Disco
First-year students gather to commemorate a successful alumni networking event at the historically exclusive Harvard Club of Boston
A picture of some of my blocking group members and I on Housing Day!
Harvard Yard
Lizbeth and friends at the Latinx Senior Thesis Forum, where they presented on their year-long projects.
The Barker Center, home to the Harvard College Writing Center
Some friends and I took a coach bus from Boston to New York City and visited Times Square as a part of this trip!
CS50 Hackathon IHOP Breakfas
A view with my food from my first year, eating in the famous Annenberg Hall.
My friends from my entryway and I pose for a picture together before we go kayaking!
A photo of me with the first two other students who were hired as freshman student workers last fall
One of my favorite photos of TCS. Small Island, Big Family!
Samia Afrose with friends at Luxor Cafe
Samia Afrose and Hana Rehman at South Asian Convocation
Hana Rehman in Gloucester
A photo of myself looking at the Zanzibari waters
My blocking group and I after being dorm stormed
My room in the wonderful Stoughton Hall!
Some of the many great friends I made during my first-year!
Me with the director of FOP, the wonderful Lesedi Graveline
Harvard's course search page allows you to browse the 3,500+ courses offered each semester
My friends and I love attending the socials that are hosted by the affinity groups!
My first cookout at Harvard was successful!
An empty room? More like a clean canvas!
The brochure given to us on Convocation, a day before the start of classes
A picture of a white poster with "Adams House is the Best House" written on it.
So grateful to have worked with these amazing student leaders this past year!
My fellow singers and I singing “Lay Me Low,” our closing number, by Addah Z. Potter and arranged by Kevin Siegfried, at Reunion: A Fall Concert.
This is our entryway ready for their convocation!
This was during our first few weeks at Harvard!
A group of PAFs after an evening of games during orientation.
I got to take photos with my thesis (or at least the first 25 pages of it) on the steps of Widener Library!
Me and a teammate sailing the first double handed sail of the year.
Here's Harpreet and I with our best friends back in high school!
Mt. Auburn Street Side of Harvard University Health Services/Smith Center
The SEF is just one way for low-income students to receive extra support towards the cost of attendance at Harvard
My blockmates and I at Winthrop House on our Housing Day!
I have very specific playlists for every mood.
Kuumba had a winter concert last year that focused on the importance of Black Love; this photo, which captures the power of intimacy, was taken during the dance section of the concert.
My family and I during my move in.
Walking to Class
Here's a collage of all the outfits I'll be featuring in this blog.
Here's the new Sunflower sign we just put up with our students as community service.
Harvard Yard, where many first-year students live.
I miss doing reading for my English and creative writing classes on my Winthrop House dorm room!
A list of just some of the possible concentrations offered at Harvard
Weld Hall, the first-year dorm where I am a PAF!
My friends and I love hanging out in the roof-top common room in Winthrop House!
I make the most of my Zoom-ed reality by taking calls outside!
Here I am teaching a government class from last summer!
Performing at the Peabody Museum's Day of the Dead celebration and exhibit.
The view of the Charles River from Leveret House, which is right next to Winthrop House!
My Harvard Journal Project notebook, with its (not so successful) attempt to color the Harvard logo on the front.
My friends and I decided to have a group photo session the day before leaving campus!
Me giving out homemade awards to my MFP students!
I've gotten to make some incredible friendships during my time here, and these lovely people are some of my closest friends.
My view out the window as I flew to Europe for the first time
Snow falling outside Wigglesworth Hall, one of 17 first-year dorms.
Kirkland House Opening Days 2018
Another spot to rest with great views of New Hampshire!
Harvard's dining hall for first-year students.
Harvard Undergraduate UNICEF Club