First Graduate

This post is part of an ongoing series of blog entries by Anjie D (FG3), a Junior at Barnard College writing about her experiences studying abroad in Chile. Here's an excerpt of her latest musings.

The time has come to say goodbye to the great nation that has hosted me for the past semester. I can honestly say that because of my experiences in (and around) Chile I will be returning to the U.S. a slightly different person. And I think that slightly different person is an improvement upon the former Anjie who existed before.

This post is part of an ongoing series of blog entries by Anjie D (FG3), a freshman at Barnard College writing about her college experiences on the blog Uptown Girl. Here's an excerpt of her latest musings.

Plato and I are going to have to make some compromises together for the next few weeks. He is on the reading list for two of my classes. I do not want him there, but he will not budge-so, I am afraid, I am going to have to read his Republic and discuss his absurd Meno. The compromise I want him to make for me in return, however, is to be kind. Just be kind to me, Plato, that is all I ask.

Several times a year, First Graduate program staff visit our college students on their campuses. The visits allow staff to check in and offer ongoing support.

This post is part of an ongoing series of blog entries by Anjie D (FG3), a freshman at Barnard College writing about her college experiences on the blog Uptown Girl. Here's an excerpt of her latest musings. 

My classes this semester are amazing. Incredible. Tantalizing.

Harlem Renaissance Literature: On the first day I learned everything about slavery - specifically in New York - that I didn't learn in any San Francisco public school. The primary text for the class, an anthology, was written with a feminist perspective.

I love this class, but not the size of its theme common to many of my classes this term. I thought a literature class would be limited to a seminar-sized group of students, yet there are 40-some-odd students in HRL, seated in rows of individual desks, an arrangement not conducive to discussion or general learning (a fact that is backed up by research which I read about for Educational Psychology).