Dear Emory community,
It is after much prayer and deliberation that I write this letter to you. Although I intentionally submitted a transfer application to Yale University—which included writing a personal statement, four supplemental essays, acquiring three letters of recommendation, and two alumni interviews—alongside running for President of the Emory Student Government Association, I was shocked to have been extended an offer of admission to the Ivy League institution. Who knew they actually gave those out?
You’re probably wondering why I didn’t throw my hat in the ring for the initial presidential election. The truth is, I knew there was a chance that I would be leaving Emory as I was actively submitting applications to do so. But here is what changed between the first election and the special election: God. From the back pew of my local church, I heard God tell me that all other candidates were unqualified because I was the only person uniquely equipped to lead this student body.
Turns out, God was right. I was able to successfully vanquish my opponents and prevail as President of the Emory SGA. Even better, I was able to write a long LinkedIn post about how I’ve been running this organization since April 2026 all the way up until May 2026, all before having even stepped foot on the Atlanta campus as a student who no longer has to say, “I actually go to Oxford.”
But after I was accepted to Yale…well. That’s a different story. God changed her tune. She, yes SHE, said I’d be a huge fucking loser if I stayed at Emory and would probably wind up penniless and homeless for sticking around at such a subpar (T-25, not even T-20) institution. After all, John 1:35 says, “thou shalt transfer,” or something like that. And let’s be real, Yale blue and white is way better than blue and gold. That fat eagle has nothing on the bulldog.
At the time I ran for president, I truly did believe that serving the Emory community was one of my top priorities. But U.S. News rankings speak a lot louder than empty promises about improving communication across a university. After all, those promises were all made before I had the opportunity to add “Yale ‘28” to my Instagram bio.
I am politely asking for grace during this period of transition, especially from students who willingly choose to remain enrolled at Emory and/or lack the God-given intelligence required to get into Yale. And if I ever pass a Goizueta graduate along the side of the highway, I will gladly roll down the window of my Porsche and hand you a few crumpled up dollar bills and a cigarette. Humility means never forgetting our roots.
Signed,
The Former President of the 59th Emory Student Government Association
April 2026 – May 2026
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