As the semester progresses at the speed of light, the senior class is beginning to make peace with that fateful day in May: Commencement. Until the class of 2014 leaves us, BlogDH wants to highlight all the interesting things they’ve been up to. To this end, we’re (re)starting the series Last Call, which features seniors reflecting on their experiences at Brown. Each featured senior will tag another senior for the next installment. Find this year’s other “Last Call” chain here.
People might know me as… Jeggings. Golf sweaters. Rockefeller Library resident. Laughter that has no respect for quiet spaces. History and Middle East Studies concentrator with an affinity for the following buzzwords: queer ontologies, digital nonfiction, discursive violence. Coffee.
In my time at Brown, I am most proud of… Making friends I’ll want to play with until I’m 88. Seriously, I can’t get enough of these kids—and that will bring me more warmth than any resumé bullet point can muster.
On a Friday night, you might find yourself… I’m definitely dancing. Most often in a crowded living room. I’m relentlessly trying to conjure my hometown Little Havana, Miami and all its hip swings and yelling and aggressive gesticulating. I’m a whirlwind of limbs. And it’s all a result of a magical, Isabel Allende-inspired upbringing. It’s my best form of prayer.
The best class/professor at Brown is… An impossible question. Best lecturer is Robert Self. Best seminar faciltator is Maud Mandel. Best humble radical is Amy Remensnyder. Best office hour holder and Twitter user is Shiva Balaghi. Best (anti-imperialist) writing mentor is Naoko Shibusawa. Is it obvious I love my department? Continue Reading