What a day I have had observing
others and myself! It is truly exhausting to think about the way I communicate.
It’s like thinking about thinking and then reflecting upon that. My overall conclusion
is that people need to communicate. I don’t mean this in an offensive way at
all, just simply an observation. My day began with an alarm, as it always does,
which proceeded to awaken my slumbering roommate. I was soon up and on my way
to a meeting with my Spanish professor.
On the way, I had time to think
about the relationship I have with my roommate. He and I don’t usually speak,
but it isn’t because we don’t like each other or we don’t get along. It’s
because he would rather settle for co-existence than friendship; and I respect
that. Despite our lack of friendship we still manage to have some casual
conversation that keeps the situation from becoming awkward.
When I arrived at my professor’s
door, she welcomed me in with a smile and helped me through revising my
composition. This proved to be an enlightening experience. This one-on-one talk
held the importance of a mentor to apprentice lesson. Following the actual work
on the assignment, we continued to chat about related topics of my composition,
when I was a child. I shared a story then she shared a story and I felt a
connection. My professors are what drive me to be academic and continue to
study. I also found that in the classroom, some people never speak at all while
others carry the weight of entire class discussion. This confused me. Why would
you want to attend a university and just sit idly and stare as get preached at
by the professor? You have to have some thoughts going through your head that
are somewhat relevant to the conversation. At least I hope so, because if you
don’t then there really is no need to be sitting in the class, it’s a waste of
your time.
I ate lunch with some friends that
live on my floor in the dorms. As we talked about schoolwork and the upcoming
weekend I noticed a lack of concentration by the people that were not the
subject of the conversation or being directly spoken to. I feel like some
people have a presence, when they enter a room or sit down at the table
everyone wants to hear what they have to say. I also know that this is either
something you have, or you don’t, and if you don’t have it then it takes
forever to develop.
My period without technology came
after classes and before choir. This time was, in part, spent in my room gazing
out the window. I overlook the library and the Notre Dame campus next door. The
land raises and falls in a wave pattern and I can actually see trees. I tried
to imagine this land before Europeans arrived and brought their technology, built
houses and roads. The feeling I felt was one of almost remorse. The earth was so
natural and there was so much life. Now, in this cement tundra, I feel as if we
have lost something that we will never see again. Perhaps in time the cement
will crack and no one will be there to fix it. Maybe, the earth will return to
its former glory. I feel this time is one where humans play a smaller role in
destruction of beauty.
After returning to the real world I
was almost disappointed to let my daydreams go, and so I decided to keep them.
I know now not to loose sight of what is beautiful in this world, and I intend
to keep observing; searching for the beauty in all.
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