On my seventh birthday, instead of getting Barbie dolls and basketballs like my friends did, I got a book. "The Big Book of Questions and Answers," it was called. I spent countless days lying down on the shiny wooden floor of our living room, reading and rereading every single inquiry in its colorful pages: "Why is the sky blue?" "Who invented the chocolate chip cookie?" "How high is Mount Everest?" "Where's Waldo?" (Okay, probably not that last one.) You see,...

My mom used to be a traveling dancer. Her stories of performing her signature dance, the Tinikling, everywhere from Bangkok to Athens, even for Prince Rainier of Monaco, were my bedtime fairytales. While I soon realized that I didn't have the same gracefulness that cultural dance demanded of her, I am grateful to have been brought up to love the thrill of travel, and it is this same love that has fueled my dream of un-ordinary learning at NYU. When...

My mom used to be a traveling dancer. Her stories of performing her signature dance, the Tinikling, everywhere from Bangkok to Athens, even for Prince Rainier of Monaco, were my bedtime fairytales. While I soon realized that I didn't have the same gracefulness that cultural dance demanded of her, I am grateful to have been brought up to love the thrill of travel, and it is this same love that has fueled my dream of un-ordinary learning at NYU. When...

I guess I was just so excited by my major there, Global Liberal Studies, where...

Job-wise, the dream is to work somewhere where I travel...