A young man traces his path from a childhood in the Bronx to an undergraduate education at Yale, using his own story to question how easily people get sorted by sex, race, religion, or the neighborhood they happen to grow up in. The film runs a tight fourteen minutes, structured around his own narration and reflections rather than outside experts, following the leap from one of New York's poorer boroughs to an Ivy League campus most of his old neighbors will never see up close. Along the way he talks through the assumptions strangers made about him at each stage, and what it took to keep moving past them. It's a small, personal film rather than a sweeping social study, closer to a first-person essay than an investigation, but the contrast between the Bronx streets he left and the Yale quad he arrived at does the work of making its point concrete.