Just a Person.

I just went to my last lecture of my Global Youth class, which has thus far been my favorite class at UW.

Our professor asked us to write on a piece of paper the main thing we learned in the class, and this is what I wrote:

"I have learned in these 10 weeks that every single one of my peers in any given class has a unique story that is completely different from my own."

This may sound obvious, but when you walk into a class of 200 people and see 75 north face jackets, 82 pairs of Uggs, 35 macbooks, 112 brunettes, 42 iPhones, and 112 pairs of converse shoes... it's pretty easy to forget that these are people who have hobbies, dreams, accomplishments, and quirky talents.

Alex and I were discussing once how someone can be considered "just a person". I think that if you view someone as "just a person", either they dont know who they are yet, or you just dont know then well enough.

There were plenty of sorority girls in my class. Jocks. Dozens of similar haircuts and outfits.
But over the course of the quarter we did a lot of excersizes just to get to know each other.
People I thought were cardboard cutouts had moved here from Taipei. Had grown up in a small town and just gotten to the big city this year. Had spent a year living in South America. Had gotten themselves in a lot of trouble and were back taking a second chance at life.

EVERYONE has a story.
That, my friends, is what I'm learning in college.

Not freaking... Japanese art.



I am going to write my last paper of the quarter now, because it and an art history exam are the only things standing between me and Alex's FACE. <3