My favorite college class: Anthropology

As the bones clinked together on the table I knew this was my favorite class. My wizened anthropology professor walked to the front of the room and carefully opened a tattered book and started telling of the safari he’d been on in African safari while studying ancient peoples and cultures. The book had been given to him by one of the tribe’s warriors. I was fascinated by the uniquely designed boomerang as it was passed around the classroom. Our class final was to build a boat out of popsicle sticks that could hold pennies. Anthropology and studying the ways and reasons people act and react has always fascinated me. For instance, why do men hurl themselves to the earth from tall wooden towers in Vanuatu? As I later learned, its a ritual to predict the success of that years yam harvest. Like the boat I built out of popsicle sticks so I built a vast knowledge of the world through that class. Even more than that my the education my professor instilled in me a new curiosity for the world and spark of adventure that will take me through the world’s mediocrity.
Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.
-Albert Einstein