I had never thought of the language I speak being such a critical part of who I am. Kinyarwanda, however, is spoken in so limited an area that its speakers see it as a big part of their shared identity—and the foreigner who makes an effort to learn gets some respect for it.
19 years ago this month, Rwanda was a place that seemed to be full of evil; it is hard to imagine a society in a worse state. And yet, living here, I frequently find myself marveling at how kind and generous its people are.
In general, seniors last year gave smaller concentrations higher ratings than larger ones. Women, Gender and Sexuality, which yielded the most satisfied graduates, boasted only nine concentrators in the Class of 2012.