Snip, Snip, Snip: the sound of scissors fill my ears as I enter a room of college students staring intently at a how-to instruction guide to making paper snowflakes. As I spend more time at Cornell, I realize how intelligent everyone is in their respective studies and passions; however, I also realize how the time spent advancing our academic lives have precluded us from enjoying the things we may have once been good at or enjoyed doing as kids. When I was a child, I remember making hundreds of paper snowflakes during the winter; in fact, I did it so often that the movement of folding the paper first hot dog then hamburger style became second nature. Inevitably, as I got older, I spent more time flipping pages of big textbooks instead of making paper crafts.
The paper cutting event was a nice retreat back to my childhood days. It made me realize the significance of doing small things like making paper lanterns for Chinese New Year or Snowflakes commemorating the winter season because it allowed me to connect back to my roots. I found the activity to be a moment of respite and a period of unity as we all struggled together making the seemingly easy crafts into something that somewhat resembled what we were going for.