On Sunday, the Girls and Science Project hosted U of M’s Society of Women Engineers. In a teeny tiny classroom, over juice boxes and sweet lassi, eight of my students talked rocket science and robots with a handful of grads and undergrads from UMich. Well, I suppose it wasn’t exactly rocket science, but that is what it felt like to me. What can I say? I’m a pre-med dropout turned anthro major. My languages are English, French, and Hindi–not ‘code.’
But that’s okay! All is well. I, too, was once a Lego-building toddler at one point in my little life. But more importantly, my heart is seasoned in passion. I know the power of inspiration, and I am so glad the girls were able to meet with real women pursuing careers in science. I hope this get-together inspired the girls as much as it inspired me! Here’s a pic.
On to other news. Melita has recently upgraded me to holding classes all alone. Wowzas. You could say I’m a Big Kid now. (And please do so in the melody we all know so well.) Our students have shown me different personalities when Melita is not around. Not a bad thing, nor good. Just an observation. They definitely act in accordance with an environment of less authority; I’m only nine years older than the girls, so this makes sense. They goof around more with me. As I stumble over my Hindi, they stumble over their English. Soon enough, the entire classroom is resorting to the default Language of Laughter. You think English is the universal language? Get a multilingual group of girls together, and see which language they use more. (This is not a trick question–The answer is Laughter.) And let’s not forget to mention the simple, straightforward grammatical rules of Laughter. All punctuation? It’s a smile.
Anyway, here are some photos of the girls from each of the two schools in which I am interning. From left to right, we have Abida, Afiya, Neha, Fatima, Afreena, Samaira, Amrita, Swahela, Ashfiya and Munira.
And now, an update on my health as I spend time in one of the dirtiest cities in the world: the food poisoning I mentioned in my previous post is far behind me (thank god.) But now, replacing the food poisoning is a mild cough. Melita says it’s just from the pollution. I really hope so, because TB would not be fun. If I got TB, man… My laughter would be punctuated with coughs, not smiles. Upside down smiley face emoji, am I right?
Okay. That should be good for now. Peace out, fellow interns. I’ll see y’all in a few days for the next episode of my reality TV show (blog), Mumbai Madness!