s my fiancé Sunil and I made a beeline from Washington Square Park to the dorms on campus, we couldn’t help but notice swaths of young people – some smoking or making out, others with their nose in a book or huddled together after class. We took the elevator to my cousin Ashima’s room - a quad on the fifth floor. She was a freshman at NYU enrolled in Gallatin College, which hosted an independent study program where she could create her own major, combining her interests in political science, law and economics.
