As a pre-teen, I found American Sign Language (ASL), to be a neat thing that my peers didn’t know. I was generally a fan of anything my peers didn’t know, as I was a dejected kid with few friends. I found the language to be a fun outlet for myself, and I took a few very short courses on it in the summers when I was in middle school.
Fast-forward several years, when I was beginning college. While searching for a minor, I realized that Columbia offered had a good ASL-English interpretation program. I started with my first class, Deaf Culture, and fell in love with the language.
This time, it wasn’t just to know something my peers don’t (while that’s still pretty neat), but rather a love for learning a new language that was both complex and underrepresented.
I just returned from a cool deaf event hosted at a pizza place, and I am surprised by how much my signing has improved in the last year.
Last summer I took ASL I, and struggled to talk about simple matters such as where I grew up, what my name was and my favorite color. Now I can (still with some difficulty) talk about more complex matters such as why I chose to double major.
While minoring in a language has been very challenging, and I certainly cannot assume an easy A from any of the classes in that department, I am happy I chose the path I did.

























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