Hi, I'm Elisabeth and I'm currently an undergraduate student for 42 more days. That's pretty much what I think about lately (that and my impending
doom future). But some things that I enjoy consist of:
Learning: I'm a huge fan of actually taking the time to figure stuff out, letting it seep into your mind sometimes more slowly than you'd like, but quick enough to not get discouraged. I am particularly partial to the subjects of philosophy, culture, social norms (which includes a strange fixation I currently entertain regarding birthday cakes and patterns of behavior...yes, I'm mostly serious.), art theory & Modernity, Christian theology, and literature & English grammar.
Rain: I really enjoy a rainy day much more than a sunny one. Perhaps moving to Los Angeles was not the best idea in this department. Portland could be next.
Dreaming: I love dreams; sometimes, it's almost like living another life at night - but not like that. I go to bed never knowing what's going to come up and wake up either confused or intrigued by my unconscious self.
Thinking: This probably is categorized in the first topic, but I don't think you have to be learning to be thinking. Sometimes it's more like reflection or processing.
Here's something I have written on the topic of memories, because Amanda and Kelsey's discussion below reminded me of this in particular.
What brought me to my mental and physical place?
Events from the past now exist mainly in the faulty recesses of my mind. The events my memories are based on have built me, raised me, educated me, contemplated me, critiqued me, supported me, and entertained me. But most of all they have transported me. I am only sitting in La Mirada, California and not Elmhurst, Illinois or anywhere else on the face of the earth because of what has happened to me.
But memories are more than “things that happen to me”. They are also “things I remember”. Sometimes, my mind tries to create one without the other; rememberings without happenings or happenings without rememberings. These are possible produce, but they are not memories.
By remembering a space, I am remembering more than just four walls. In addition to how I felt, I am also wrenching forwards what I know now. Without the space, I would have nowhere to place and root the experience. By nature, the space is both the container for my rememberings and the conductor for the happenings.
The interesting thing about memories is that you can only ever interpret and piece them together in light of “now”. They are not infallible. Memories morph and grow and shrink and may even be in a continual, unconscious state of flux. But what does it mean to remember and consider “then” and “now” at the same time? What kind of a space does this create? Does it alter the role of the space to become something in between a container and a conductor? Is it a maintainer?
The "maintainer" can be different for different people; in fact, it should be different for yourself at various stages of your life. Just something to think about.