… It’s true, every day we are taught something new. A new word, a new phrase, a fact, a fable, the name of a great book, a new sex position, a new joke, etc. It’s amazing what everyday brings to us, that’s why we should constantly keep our eyes and eyes opened, take notes, and learn from it- take it out onto the next day and the next so it becomes your own.
take notes? Like we really have time for all that. Funny thing is, we do. Only we don’t want to use it to it’s fullest capability. WRONG!! I was told by one of my professors, that all it takes is 15 min of your day, write about anything- it’s amazing what things come out of you on paper.
Today in my Senior Sem class, we were all ordered to write about our that “other” side of us, that place we never touch in our real life, that dark place we try to walk around and never look back at. Sometimes, it’s good to reach that place once in a while, it opens up that emotional side of you, that is in need of being caressed. I absolutely agree- after writing I must add it’s healthy to exercise your full range of emotions- why else would God have given them to you?
Something happened today in class, that I, along with the rest of my classmates, agreed upon never expecting this to happen. We were given 15 minutes to write about that place we don’t usually touch and then we spoke about it. We didn’t necessarily have to read what we wrote about, all our professor wanted was to respond to it.
How did it feel? Did this exercise open up another side for you? Was it dark? or was it enlightening? What did you think of this exercise?
The conversation began with one student who began to explain how dark the place was for her, but it felt really good to open up to it. It’s a place she always runs away from and tries not to go back to. Then in an instance she began to break down, looking down at her notes she began to cry. Right there in front of everyone she broke down (wow, that really had to be an emotional place) and she then looked up at the professor and said, “My mom is a drunk and I am in constant fear to go home to that. She constantly yells at us and is very aggressive. I talk to my brother, dad, and even boyfriend about her and all they say is just leave it alone. Don’t talk back and just ignore her, she’ll eventually stop. But the thing is I just don’t feel safe. (sniff sniff) If I was to ever fail a class and come home with that grade I wouldn’t have a place to come home to. She already threatened she would kick me out. (sniff) That’s why I’m taking such late classes too so that when I come home, she’s already passed out and I don’t have to hear that. For example, I was cleaning the house and really worked my ass off and she still found something she didn’t like and screams balistically about it. I just can’t listen to that, so I try to do everything to stay away from home.”
Her face was beat red and the entire class was silent, giving her all the respect she deserved o f being heard. The professor then calmed her down and with a subtle and low voice asked, “Now how did that feel putting it down on paper, did it work for you?” She immediately answered with a smile on her face, “it felt really good putting it down on paper, I made a mess of my notes, but it’s not a place I like to touch or think about, but when I put it down on paper, it felt much easier to touch”.
I must say, observing the entire class, I saw some red faces, some heads down and some smiles of agreeance. We were all able to approve of this exercise, it was very obvious on everyone’s face. Almost everyone wanted to have a say in this exercise- it was truly astonishing, the emotions, anger, glee, and fear this short (15 min) exercise delivered.
Another student described her story about having a secret from her husband, a secret no one will ever know a secret she wonders if he knew slightly, a secret she can only keep to herself. It was very interesting the way she presented it, it almost felt like a secret she barely knew herself becuase of it’s strong secrecy. Another student asked, “this secret sounds almost sexual, so what is it?” Then the entire class broke into laughter.
Another student was filled with “I don’t knows” and sounded a bit lost. My first impression was, he truly hasn’t found himself yet. He doesn’t know what bothers him and is very neutral in all situations. That could be a fear within itself. He fears to dig deeper. I agree with the professor on this one. The phrase ” I don’t know” has to be on the L____ list. I despise that phrase, you have to have some kind of idea. You could say I’m not sure what I think or I wish not to comment that but saying I don’t know is absurd!
The next student which really shocked me and the entire class is a natural poet. He rhymes like it’s the natural language he speaks. He uses great adverbs to describe his image and makes each illustration vivid. His analogies and example are true to him because you can hear the emphasis in his words and in the way he presents his work. He was the ultimate inspiration in writing this blog, becuase he ended with a thank you to this class for allowing him to reach that place. It was amazing. In only that time alloted he gave us something I would imagine seeing in a book of the greatest poems. I stated in class out loud, “that was purely amazing”. As the professor always does, she responded please tell us why you saw that as purely amazing and pointed to the author himself. This meant I had to direct my body towards the author and explain to him why I appreciated his piece. The idea of this action is to become more open towards each and personally thank the author for this piece allowing him to hear my reader’s response.
After hearing his piece I told him “I was inspired by the fact that at the end of your entire piece you had the courtesy to thank all of us for being able to open up the way you did. Who are we to you? How do we get the credibility for your work that you put so much emotion into? It’s amazing to hear something so inspiring, and was inspired itself through us (your classmates).” I thanked him for his piece. I really wish I could have a copy of that piece. His work inspired me to write about that class.
My FINAL THOUGHT**
Who knew such a short, simple writing experiment could bring out so much personal information and bring us all that much closer. It truly made me think, we’re in this classroom with complete strangers for an entire semester, we share seats, we share ideas, we share the air, we share conversations about the subject in the class, yet we know nothing of the person. In this class I truly learnt a lot about my classmates. I feel like we’re a family, no longer just classmates. it’s so inspiring how these people chose to share their life stories with us.