It’s 7:45 a.m. We’re walking down East Liberty Street. I have two rakes in my hand, and Shannon, my roommate, has a drawstring bag on her back that holds a spade, a fork, a hoe and a pair of shears. We’re excited, if not a little bit sheepish, about the adventure that lies ahead of us.
I’m several weeks into my first spring semester at University of Michigan, and I still can’t believe it’s actually happening. My mind can’t juxtapose the warm weather and greenery with the formerly bitter atmosphere surrounding the Diag.
As a student of political science and international studies at the University of Michigan, I have learned about human rights atrocities across the globe from the Rwandan Genocide to the Rohingya Crisis in Myanmar.