Diwali Night

Diwali-at first just a foreign-sounding word, soon became an eye opening experience in a few short hours of celebration and learning.

Wanting to break out of our usual weekend routine, my friend and I recently attended the Southeast Asian Student Association and Malaysian Student Association's collaborative Diwali festival at Drake University. The Hindu holiday, meaning celebration of lights, was celebrated with Southeast Asian cuisine, dancers and a presentation on the meaning of Diwali, as well as on the Shanti Bhavan Children's Project (the benefiting organization from the evening).

Although the evening was a fun break from the monotony of college weekends and a unique cultural exposure for me, my main takeaway was the reminder that all sorts of people with various backgrounds and experiences attend my tiny liberal arts school. I've found that going to a small school makes it far too easy to make generalizations about people. We go to classes and see the same people everyday; we go to parties and talk to familiar people and spot them downtown, wave because we've had at least one conversation with them. But just because we see these people all the time, doesn't mean we actually know them. We don't know their fears, hopes, or hidden trials.

Diwali showed me that maybe some of these guys aren't just the fratty boys I see out. Maybe that frat guy cares about his family in the same way I do, maybe he has a culture completely different from my own, or maybe he's passionate about something I've never seen him do. As I watched one of my sorority sisters dance across the stage, her ears adorned with jewelry and wearing a colorful sari, I was struck once again with the fact that I don't really know her. She isn't another random Drake student, but someone I eat dinner with, share secret rituals with, and she has a whole separate life just like I do.

I don't know why I never came to this realization before. I know how frustrated I get when people think they know me: a sorority girl with a 4.0, someone that loves to have fun as much as I study, the girl on campus always in a skirt. But little do they know that I've suffered heartache, lost a parent, raised myself and come out on the other side a little broken, but strong. It saddens me that I could generalize people in such a hypocritical fashion.

So I got more out of Diwali than buttered chicken. I was reminded to open my eyes and get to know the people around me, because a liberal arts education could give me much more than a bachelor's degree.