Thursday, May 5, 2011

Growing Up

A little over two weeks ago, I visited we'll call it University B with my mother. My father had taken me over the summer and I was completely overwhelmed by the campus and honestly, I didn't like it at all. So as my mother and I were walking from our hotel to the campus, I wasn't expecting at all that I would fall in love with the University B. But I did. For some reason, the campus seemed so much more beautiful. I also loved the small shops and hole-in-the-wall restaurants slightly outside of the campus. Small jewelry stands lined the sidewalks along with people selling incense and hand-crochet beanies.

While visiting, I met with various faculty and graduates. They fed exactly into what I wanted from my university education as they talked about study abroad programs/internships in Africa, water treatment projects in developing countries, and the increasingly popular Global Studies minor. Each faculty member that I spoke to were extremely warm and happy to set time aside in their busy schedule to answer my questions. They all had extremely different (and even quirky personalities) but were nevertheless very likable. After I told a faculty member about what I wanted to accomplish within my undergraduate degree, he looked into my eye and said, "Amanda, this is the place for you. I believe in fate. I believe you were led here for a reason."

That only made things more difficult for me. 

My visit to University B really forced me to re-examine things that I thought I was dead set on. Most of all, it forced me to re-examine the things I thought I wanted. For the longest time I just assumed that I would "end up" at we'll just call it University C. My father is a faculty there so financially it makes sense and for engineering, it's a great place. I thought the college decision would be an easy one because it had practically been made for me. 

It wasn't until going to University B that it truly sunk in that I have options. It was liberating but at the same time extremely frightening to realize that I needed to completely re-evaluate my college decision. As nonsensical as it sounds, I realized that University B was actually a reality. The week before May 1 was one of the most stressful weeks of this year. During that week, I saw multiple professors and graduate students at University C discussing various extracurricular activities, potential minors, and general campus life. 

Thursday night came and went and I still had no idea. 

On one hand, University B's location was undoubtedly better weather-wise. I loved that I could go out running or play intermural soccer there and wouldn't have to deal with weather such as snow or hail. Program-wise, it turned out that both universities had extremely comparable classes and faculty members.  Although this was comforting, it also meant that I needed to base my decisions of things harder to rank such as diversity, campus feel, distance, etc. In my opinion, it's much harder to make a decision based on those factors. 

I decided that that Friday would be deliberation. That entire week, my parents passively aggressively suggest me to discuss my college decision with them. In their defense, I think it made them a bit uneasy that I was handling all my meeting in University C by myself and they had no idea what I was hearing from faculty and graduates.  I can't describe it but I didn't want to discuss my decision with my parents. It had never occurred to me how large my college decision is until that week. I wanted the independence of making that decision by myself. I wanted the conviction that no matter where I accept, it was my decision all the way. I think also, I wanted to protect my parents from any resentment from me. I felt that if they had any sway to my decision, I would blame them if anything goes wrong with my college of choice. So that Friday night, I accepted University C in my room. By myself. 

It turned out that in an act of independence, I had inadvertently hurt my parents. 

You see, I had excluded my parents from arguably the largest decision of my life thus far. Can you imagine raising a child for 17 years and then to have your child exclude you from a decision you practically prepared them for for more than a decade and a half? 

I want to make it clear that there is truly nothing wrong with independence and I truly encourage each person to exert more as they begin the college process. But I didn't realize at the time is that when pursuing independence, it's easy to make ultimately insensitive decisions. Part of growing up is exploring your independence and breaking away from people you were once dependent on but it's also about learning about how to maintain communication with them while breaking away. It's about learning the difference between independence and excluding the ones who love you from your life. It's about learning how mistakes are acceptable as long as you own up to them.

In an effort to be an individual, I made the mistake of not considering my parent's emotions. I felt that after all these years, I needed to break free from my parents and I felt that the best starting point for that would be my college decision. Yes, your college decision is your choice but I could have handled mine with more sensitivity. Growing up for me means that I need to recognize that as the spectrum of what I can and cannot do widens, the likelihood of me hurting someone increases. I reaped the rewards of my freedom without considering the responsibilities that come with them. Luckily, growing up also means making good on your mistakes. Last night, my parents and I sat down and discussed my final decision. Even though I had already pressed the "accept button" nearly a week ago, it provided the necessary closure of indeed a very long process.

Juniors, you have so much to look forward to. It may not seem like it now but you really do. Don't focus on one future. Instead, celebrate the unknown. The college process is difficult and emotionally challenging but you will find that after it's over, you will have grown more than you would have ever thought. Explore your independence and allow yourself to to grow and develop into who you want to be. I can guarantee you that this process will be stressful on your relationship with parents and I can almost guarantee an ample supply of fights in the coming year. Know, though, that they do really love you (even when they say terrible things in anger). College is ultimately your choice but don't forget to sit your parents down and tell them why you made your decision. It takes responsibility, guts, and patience to but you'll find that your parents will respect you so much more and you'll feel so much better as the process comes to a close. Most of all, you will have truly learned that independence isn't about closing out your parents but is instead about asserting your own autonomy with the consideration of those you love. 

Good luck Juniors, I wish each and every one of you the best. 

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

A Tangled Mess

After watching the trailer for Disney's relatively new movie Tangled, I was stoked. It looked absolutely adorable and who can resist a prince voiced by the one and only Zachary Levi?

Unfortunately it was one of the worst spent 90 minutes of my life.

Last Saturday night, my sister had picked Tangled to watch with the entire family. We both excitedly sat on the couch as the beginning credits began to roll. It began with the prince-charming-character Flynn Rider (Levi) sharing his own story and retelling the very beginning of Rapunzel. Except that Rapunzel is a princess and was apparently stolen (when she was baby) by an old lady named Mother Gothel. Why? Because Rapunzel's hair has anti-aging qualities. No big deal.

The story then proceeds as a poor retelling of Hunchback of Notre Dame. Very bad Disney movie to attempt to recreate. You just don't mess with the originals. Period. Anyway, on her eighteenth birthday, Rapunzel only has one wish:  to see the world. Who wouldn't want to after being stuck in a tower for so many years? Uni is bad enough. So, Rapunzel shares this in the span of a painful two-minute song. Granted, I was an avid Mandy Moore fan as a child (who doesn't enjoy "Crush"?) but hearing Mandy trying to belt out show-ish tunes is a little scary. When Rapunzel finally expresses her birthday wish, Mother Gothel is shocked and quickly cuts down Rapunzel for her naive qualities and scares her with horror stories of the outside world. She manages to do this all in one song titled "Mother Know Best." Slightly better but lyricist Glen Slater really needs to move his rhyming skills beyond the third grade. I know he can write better lyrics than: skip the drama, stay with mama.

The songs don't get better either. The only way I can describe them is that Disney must still be pining over Miley Cyrus. Each song in that movie could definitely be the next Hannah Montana hit.

The largest problem I had with this movie was just how confused it was when it came to gender. Each character was terribly stereotypical yet Disney tried to counteract this with weird idiosyncrasies in each character. In many ways, Rapunzel is the poster child for Helen Andelin's Fascinating Womanhood. She is a sheltered, innocent girl and even worse, Flynn finds this vulnerability wildly attractive. At the same time, Rapunzel holds her ground when it comes to action scenes so it sends an extremely mixed message. Ultimately, Disney delivers the message that when it comes to fighting, you can be mildly masculine. But when it comes to love, be sure to flash that innocent smile so the man can feel like he has something to protect.

It's so wrong.

Mother Gothel is also a tragic mess. She struggles through the entire movie with the process of aging. Disney tries giving her redeeming qualities as a mother but overall, she's just an awful person. But really, what message does this deliver about stages of life? It really demonizes women struggling with the concept of aging. This is especially obviously in that when she is cruelest, she looks the oldest. Her wrinkles are the sign of her inner disfigurement. Youth is idolized in this movie for superficial reasons but also for the assertion that youth is a sign of morality. Whatever happened "with age, brings more wisdom"?

By mid-movie I was nervously knitting my eyebrows. What kind of things were my sister reading from this movie? I sure as hell don't want my sister receiving these clumsy bullcrap messages.

Furthermore, masculinity is also a messily handled topic in this movie. Flynn is portrayed as an alpha male that practically hits on anything that walks... well he doesn't actually but he alludes to it. Strangely, he also has a sensitive side. I have a feeling though that his sensitivity served more for the romantic purposes than anything. It's the classic "he's a tough guy but not really and that really gets us girls hot" move. What Disney doesn't realize (among so many other chick flick makers)  that inserting a new dimension in a stereotypically masculine character doesn't broaden gender horizons. In fact, it diminishes any possibility for a balanced male character because it still feeds into stereotypes. You've got to break stereotypes, not work with them if you want to get anywhere.

Yes, I understand that Tangled in merely a cartoon movie. A movie that many find harmless and are probably scratching their heads at my complaints. But it's not. It's bothersome that such sensitive issues were not approached with more care in this movie. In our life, much of what we learn is through what we see. And that's why it's so frightening that the influence of careless media is only growing.

Tread lightly, Disney. Please teach our children better.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Work Smart, Not Hard

While in the Mississippi Delta, I work alongside a man named Jake. During the week, Jake asked me, "Have you ever heard of the code?" Shaking my head, I gave him a puzzled look. I was still getting used to his southern accent so I was unsure of what he was asking me about. I honestly thought he was asking me about colds. "Well you see," Jake replied, "we have a code for the work we do around here. It's work smart, not hard."

What Jake told me has been in the back of my mind ever since.

At first, I was unsure of how to take the code. Did it mean to take it easy in life? Or to work only as hard as others push you? I really wasn't sure. It wasn't until I came back to school after Agora Days that it finally made sense to me. Not only that, I began to believe in it as fervently as Jake.

You see, the few weeks after Agora Days was a nightmare. There were countless papers, tests, and assignments due. Teachers didn't seem to care that some students may not have necessarily had the time to do homework over Agora Days. Then the last week of third quarter rolled by. I've never understood why teachers feel so inclined to push every important due date to the end of the quarter. Yes, I understand that they need to give grades but they really should know that work piles on fast. And that truly compromises the quality of what we do and what we learn.

I can hardly remember the past weeks. I remember staying up late and taking Melatonin almost every night so my five hours of sleep would feel more like eight. I was determined to get through those weeks with the highest quality of work possible. I figured that if I was going to work, then I would do it damn well. Now that we're in the calm after the storm, I'm really not sure if that was the best idea.

Lately, I've been very reluctant to work. Even with study halls, I'm still up late each night trying to finish my assignments. Everything is taking exponentially longer. I'm becoming increasingly apathetic and that honestly terrifies me. At first I thought it was a bout of senioritis but now I'm not so sure. I would classify it more as a temporary burn-out.  You see, I worked hard but not so smart.

At first glance, the workers code I learned must seem like more like a slacker's code. But really, there is so much truth in what Jake told me that day. Jake wasn't telling me to slack my way through life. He was trying ascribe the value of endurance in life. So often we are so focused on "getting the job done." We have developed a work ethic that prioritizes the present. Too little do we actually work with the future in mind. Too little do we work on a task and think, "Okay, I'm happy with this. Now, I need to focus my energy on the next tasks." I'm not advocating for half-assed jobs but I do believe in the importance of pacing oneself when it comes to working. Going 100% all the time may make you look good for a bit but all it does is set you up for a burn-out.

During those weeks, I made the mistake of not making enough time for myself. I kept pushing and raising the bar and I reached a point where I simply wasn't being smart about it anymore. My friend loves running analogies and she once told me that life is so much more about the miles we run than the sprints. Rather than worrying about the quality of each stride for the rest of year, I want to make sure I reach the finish line in the most satisfying way possible.

Thank you Jake.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Speak

Currently, I am home sick with the flu. And this morning, I lost my voice for the first time in my life.

To say the least, it's been an interesting experience. I speak in whispers at the loudest and I think I've made up my own dialect of sign language. This morning, I thought I was just like Ariel from "The Little Mermaid." Some evil witch had taken my voice away too overnight. I think her name was Ursula. I just remember her having tentacles instead of legs and her pet eels made my skin crawl. Admittedly I was on a cocktail of medications for my sore throat, runny nose, cough, fever, etc etc. Still, lemonade right?

Well, not really... the novelty of the disappearance of my voice worn off quite quickly. Not only did it feel like there was a tennis ball stuck in my throat but I couldn't stand not being able to communicate. It's really been an inconvenience for me. This evening, my brother started concocting his own string of rhythms while I was sleeping on the couch. Without thinking twice, I opened my mouth to ask him to please stop. What came out wasn't so much words but a raspy gasp of breaths. Annoyed, I sat up and gave him a dirty look. He saw my face and shrunk down into slump, going back to his snack. Not my proudest moment at all but being so sleep deprived for the past couple days I wasn't able to think of a better way. I'm fortunate to have him as my brother.

Although I've been rather disappointed with my lack of voice, it has been interesting to explore different ways of communication. Whispers have gotten the job done for the most part but sometimes more exuberant gesticulations are needed. Pointing greatly helps as well. My sister gave me a pad of paper but surprisingly I have gotten along without it just fine. Surprisingly I haven't had as much trouble with the communication but with the initiation of it. It's actually incredibly hard to attract someone's attention without speaking or being rude. I've found that light taps on the couch do just fine. Or clapping as a last resort but I'm not too fond of it.

I really can't wait till I get my voice back but at the same time, I think it has been good to experience losing something that is taken for granted so easily. When we open our mouths, to hear own voices is such a automatic response. And when you lose that, it's slightly disorientating. It requires one to be more creative and more importantly, I don't think it hurts to treasure something a little more after an experience as such. After all, you don't know what you've got till it's gone.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

All Mixed Up

And here's something fun if you're looking for some love for your ears as well... I know it may seem a tad hypocritical to post some gushy love songs but I think they have a place on Valentine's Day. Like all the sweet's we'll be eating on Monday, I think our ears deserve some guilty pleasures too.

1. "Gotta Have You" by The Weepies
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s830CSutPoE

2. "Dancing in the Moonlight" by King Harvest
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMc8naeeSS8

3. "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgi3PkouMxs

4. "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssdgFoHLwnk

5. "You and Me" by Her Space Holiday
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlBIQzU1QBY

6. "To Be Alone with You" by Sufjan Stevens
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwCCpcleAFo

7. "Young Folks" by Peter Bjorn and John
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgL7m4KFDOE

8. "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dniVqDTwOds

9. "If You Leave" by Nada Surf
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXaRz5me_w8

10. "Brighter Than Sunshine" by Aqualung
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0BHwDsQ81o

11. "Breathless" by Corinne Bailey Rae
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6DwcDZkuw-U

12. "Anyone Else but You" by The Moldy Peaches
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtBMF0BqDrU

13. "Silver Lining" by Rilo Kiley
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVtSSCzASR0

14. "Take Me Anywhere" by Tegan & Sara
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqoKuCQcLfQ

15. "Such Great Heights" by Iron & Wine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX5Dan0VE7w

16. "Break Me Out" by The Rescues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPeer1IMsg8

17. "Catch My Disease" by Ben Lee
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EstY-8NWSgE

18.  "Double Knots" by You & Yourn

Chasing

"Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved." -Victor Hugo

Last weekend, I decided that I would clean out the bottom of my bed and it was amazing what I found. For all these years, small relics of elementary school have been hiding underneath my bed. I came across letters written in crayon and decorated with glitter, small "secret" notes my friends and I would pass to each other, old diaries, and birthday cards. I also found my old valentines. Thinking about it, it's so silly that I held onto these small sheets of paper with messy scrawls of writing but really they are so precious to me. 

When I received those valentines, Valentine's Day was simply a celebration of love. No one worried about their date or lack thereof. We were all single (well, except for the cool girls...) and it didn't matter at all. We had friendships to celebrate and we couldn't care less about relationships. I sat there in my room thinking about this as I went through the sparkly, aluminum foiled valentines that were the pinnacle of valentine fashion in third grade. Now that I've gotten older, somehow Valentine's Day has been narrowed down to a day where in order to take part in the festivities, you must find that special someone. Movies, TV shows, and adolescence (and sadly adulthood as well) have reclaimed Valentine's Day as a sort of carpe diem day for romantic love.

And it makes you feel kind of crappy when you don't have someone to proclaim your love to.

But I think that's where we go wrong. That's where I've gone wrong. I really think everyone should proclaim some form of love on Valentine's Day. There is this misconception that platonic love holds no depth compared to romantic love. And therefore no worth or place on Valentine's Day. Such silly nonsense. My mother once told me that the people we love the most are the ones we take for the granted the most often. Snow Patrol tries to explain this in their song "Chasing Cars" in the verse:

Those three words,
Are said too much
But not enough. 

We say "I love you" so many times in our lives that it's become such a pliable term that doesn't hold  nearly the same weight that those three words should. Perhaps those words need to be put away for me to truly express how I feel for the people I love in my life. I've constantly heard in my life that actions speak louder than words. But I also think that a new arrangement of words speak louder than worn cliques and phrases. I plan to explore that. 

This Valentine's Day I don't have a Valentine but it doesn't mean that I'm going to be listening to angry love songs, burning past love letters (if I had any), and cutting heads out of pictures. I've got love to celebrate too. And you do as well. 

Let's make the most out of it. 

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Mantra

In a scene in the movie Sunshine Cleaning, Amy Adams' character steps out of the shower and into a her steam-filled bathroom. Her wet hair drips onto the tile floor as she nears her foggy mirror.

In a small wiped circle, she spends a moment observing her reflection in neither a vain nor critical way. She then turns her head to the corner of her mirror and looks at a bright yellow sticky note. Taking a deep breath, she repeats a mantra to herself about her beauty, independence, and strength. It is an encouragement of self. A moment of empowerment. Ever since I watched that scene, I have never been able to forget it.

Although it sounds terribly cheesy, my bathroom mirror is filled with sticky notes and sheets of positive statements. There is something to be said of reading these statements out loud to yourself in the morning or when you find yourself peering in that mirror for too long.

But why do we even need to do this? Why is this empowering? What has forced us to cling, to dig our nails  into the very ground that is meant to support us? What has forced staying grounded to become so difficult? I'll tell you why.

Because we live by double standards that uphold and idolize perfection.

Because natural beauty has become an oxymoron in the world we live.

Because instead of being taught to love what we have, we are taught to love what we don't have.

Because no one tells us otherwise.

I once met a woman who introduced herself as a dietitian and therapist. I had never heard of her line of work and was curious about it so I asked her to tell me more about her occupation. She said that she works with people of all ages (predominantly female) in overcoming eating disorders and body image issues while introducing healthier eating habits into her patients' life. She then added that she works with girls and boys as young as four years old. According to her, Americans spend billions on diet products every year with a 9 out of 10 fail rate.  "This," she told me, "is what our world has come to."

It is undeniable that today, we are obsessed with imperfection. With today's technology, though, how could we not? While there is a progression in media towards characters with deeper personalities, media has seemed to hit a wall with physical attractiveness. Characters can behave in strange, quirky, geeky, cute, etc ways but it is only acceptable/forgivable if the character is physically attractive.

Although Sarah Walker on Chuck is incredibly independent and strong, she is still incredibly attractive. On Fringe, Olivia Dunham is the same. Ugly Betty tries to break this mold but ends up tripping over its over-the-top caricatures and inadvertent affirmation of cultural beauty standards. Veronica Mars and Buffy (whose shows are named after them) are spunky and cute but yet again, are wildly beautiful. We are taught that physical attractiveness is the essence of true beauty. A person can't be truly attractive unless they look utterly beautiful or handsome.

Bullshit.

To be honest, I have no step-by-step guide to these issues and problems. I'm still feeling and stumbling my way around. I think, though, that peace begins with loving ourselves more. By that I mean giving ourselves a break when we need it, to remind ourselves that it's okay not be the pinnacle of what is proclaimed to be beautiful. Be radical and see that beauty isn't a collective measurements of your weight, body shape, face shape, clothes, etc. Beauty is a state of mind. Beauty is peace.

What right do other people have to tell us the extent of our attractiveness? What tells us that we have to listen? There is no qualification that give one boundless rights to judge others. Absolutely none. There is no measuring stick that we must stand by to gauge our beauty. We must create our own definition of it.

Because living and breathing life is beautiful.

Because the human body, in itself, is beautiful.

Because confidence, independence, strength, and intelligence is beautiful.

Because imperfection is beautiful.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

All who wander are not lost

There is something to be said about spending time with no one else but yourself. A peace to be experienced when you hear nothing but your own steps and the wind quietly blowing past your ears. A clarity to be found when your mind is free from all thoughts of the present, past, and future. For those moments, the road ahead is your only concern and direction  is merely an option.

I woke up at about 11:30 am on Saturday morning. After finishing brunch with my family, I was nowhere near ready to begin my homework. The thought of sitting indoors in my dining room surrounded by textbooks seemed far too reminiscent of the school week that had just past. I felt the need to disrupt the constant ticking emitted from the metronome I'm forced to set my life to. The relentless tick tick tick needed somehow to transform into the syncopated rhythms of jazz flowing from the streets of New Orleans. 

Where would I go? I knew the answer began with outdoors but as to exactly where I was clueless. I had this itching, though, to go somewhere far. Somewhere I could wander alone, a place completely unfamiliar.

Although the drive to Lake of the Woods was less than thirty minutes, it brought me far enough from home. I parked at the entrance and bundled up. The beginning of the trail was marked by a red bridge that led to an expanse of trees. Dead reeds and long prairie grass lined the pathway. I heard footsteps not too far away and turned around to find the source. I saw movements deeper into the forest. When I focused my eyes, I saw five deer. Other than the deer, I was completely alone.

There’s something extremely liberating about wandering. While wandering, the binding elements of our lives slowly loosen. Time is no longer a restriction. Nothing and no one is there to tell you to hurry or slow down. Time may have slowed or even stopped but that is of no such importance while wandering. Each step you take becomes the light ticks of the second hand.

During that Saturday afternoon, small details become just as important and beautiful as the large ones. I could sit in the snow and take in the winding creek and admire the snow covered trees bending over the water. Moments later I could be standing in the middle of the dried prairie grass admiring the small translucent flowers. I could slowly walk across the forest and look up into the sky through the intertwined branches of the trees. I could stop and close my eyes feeling the prickle of cold air on my cheeks. I could walk, I could run. Nothing and no one could tell me what I couldn't do. It was liberation.

I feel that in life, one the most important things we must learn is to how to create our own happiness. To learn to see and find the things that gives us peace. I believe that people don't so much become happy but slowly learn how to be. With such new knowledge comes the realization, the conviction that what makes us happy is right under our noses. Blink again, and perhaps it may suddenly appear. 

Too often I experience the tugging and pulling of the elements in my life. I want to learn to resist them. To bend them. To find peace.