Honors Photography: my first photography class. My favorite project was when I was able to do "dreams" as my theme (because all of our projects had themes). below are a few photos that I took in the class and outside. The first five are from my "dream" project.
Anthropology 101: In this class, freshman year, I studied class, gender, sex, race, and ethnicity stereotypes, expectations, and definitions. This essay is a thick description of an observation I made when I was in my Honors Buddhism course. This class made me realize that I did not want to major in anthropology (as was intended).
Advanced Expository Writing: A class that focuses on travel writing and the writer's stylistic approaches. This class taught me how to be a better writer and that writing is not about getting good grades- it is more about the process than the score. To me, this is a good analogy for college as well. In this class, also freshman year, I challenged myself to take a senior level course and was able to develop my writing. I included quotes from my father in all my essays as I did in this website as well. This is still one of my favorite courses that I have ever taken. It made me realize that whatever I do, I will write. I will always be a writer. Below is my final project that I wrote about magic:
Asian 206: This class was about South Asian literature (mainly from India). We read modern novels as well as old Indian/Pakistani poetry called ghazals. Because I loved the Indian literature so much, I decided that majoring in JSIS South Asia (especially because I was already 3 quarters into Hindi) would be ideal. For the final for this class we had to write and present a ghazal (a poem where every stanza can stand alone and are often about unrequited love):
"Memories
Moments-when memories and pain invade, spirits sing in harmonious cries, desperation, let go
Many ages pass but still hands hold tight to ashes burn from bright then to worn, let go.
A curious sort of pain, like a funny bone it rings
Never knowing whether to laugh, to cry, to smile, to scorn, let go
Memories of lost eccentricities inflate my lungs, desolate my toes
I tell you great Atman all else will fade when faced with time, all else including I, so morn, let go"
"Memories
Moments-when memories and pain invade, spirits sing in harmonious cries, desperation, let go
Many ages pass but still hands hold tight to ashes burn from bright then to worn, let go.
A curious sort of pain, like a funny bone it rings
Never knowing whether to laugh, to cry, to smile, to scorn, let go
Memories of lost eccentricities inflate my lungs, desolate my toes
I tell you great Atman all else will fade when faced with time, all else including I, so morn, let go"