Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Duluth, MN


        The plane ride over was like most other plane rides. However, my plane was delayed 4 hours, so I ended up getting two free meals and a $100 voucher for my next flight. Thanks, Delta!
        While waiting for and on the plane, I wasn't in the mood to continue on with Lee Smolin's Trouble with Physics, so I just practiced my meditation. Time seems to go by pretty fast that way, and I snoozed a little. Of course, I had to wake up for orange juice and pretzels, though. Yah know, a lot of other planes are giving up on the snack and only giving out free beverages nowadays. Again, Delta rocks.
        Upon hearing the bing go off signaling that the plane was landing soon, I opened my eyes. Wow! A sunbow! I've never seen a sunbow before. I don't think the word even exists for such a sight, so I just combined sun with rainbow. It was a stream of light that curved along the horizon of the clouds, shooting out from the sun. I had to rub my eyes a bit before I believed it was actually, actually there. I could've taken a picture, but I knew the camera would never be able to capture the beauty I was seeing, especially through a plane window, so I decided to keep being mesmorized. The sun was setting, so the background sky had that pretty orange, pink, purple thing going on. The clouds were all fluffy beneath us, like ocean waves, or a cotton ball bed. I felt bad that sometimes I had to stick my face right up to the window and block the view of the guy sitting next to me, but I had to get the full effect. It was definitely the best plane landing I've had in my life so far. The plane kept teasing me by almost dipping through the clouds but then leveling out. Finally, we dove. It was a little shaky, but coming out of the clouds, I was introduced to a winter wonderland. We were over a residential area of Minneapolis, where there had just been a snowstorm. What a contrast after seeing the sun because the clouds blocked out all light. It was now dark. The roads were paved, but the pointed roofs and lawns were still covered in snow, and the street and car lights added a magical affect. I'd say it definitely reminded me of a Christmas storybook illustration.

        Oh, Duluth! I love this city. My mom once said, if a place is pretty on an ugly day, it's a good sign. So although the sky was grey and dirty snow covered the ground, I still saw beauty. Lake Superior was frozen over, with chunks of snow as decoration. It gave it a crunchy, stagnant, white wave look. Walking into Amazing Grace Cafe this morning, I was invited by music, two guitars, a saxophone, and a melodic voice. I sat down to enjoy a delicious omelet, staring at the people, learning more about Minnesota. I enjoy the accent very much, to the point where, already, my o's get that jingle.
        After breakfast, I used my free aquarium pass from MAAP. I do like animals, but I wasn't expecting anything exciting. But walking in, I noticed that this aquarium was different than the others I've been to. Immediately, I saw a giant opaque glass wall with water falling down over the different symbols for water, from Chinese to alchemy. The aquarium not only had fish, but information about Minnesota's environment, people, and recreational activities. Also, although I do hate to see caged birds, I talked to a bald eagle and danced with a parrot. I guess my communication with the eagle was more like a whistle, but it was definitely intrigued. It would turn its head around 180 degrees, perk up its feathers, and spread its wings. Then when it tried to talk back, I learned how to speak eagle, instead of the sparrow song. The parrot, on the other hand, was more interested in bobbing its head and moving from side to side, so I went along with it. If these birds have to be cooped up all day, at least I can give them somewhat entertaining company for a bit.
I explored more of the little city. It was nice to know how small downtown is. It's quaint, and then there are forests right up the hill, and hiking trails right down the lake. I'd love to come back in the summer. I'm seriously considering picking up a job here and maybe some cheap rent during tourist season.
        At the conference, I was a bit nervous about speaking because I didn't know my audience that well. After sitting in on the session before me, I quickly understood the mindset. “Standardization sucks, but we still want our kids to learn readin', writin', and 'rithmatic.” My session revolved around Paulo Freire's ideas of dialogue, praxis, and critical consciousness, so it was easy to intertwine the notion that no matter what we think is good for students to learn, maybe they don't think it is. My idea was to introduce Freire's ideas, then my own about student-directed learning, and then to encourage dialogue and demonstrate exactly how people learn the best, through determining what they value and asking questions based on that value. Instead of standing up there being an authoritarian-like teacher depositing information into the heads of these individuals like bank accounts, I acted as a resource with a specific perspective, and they were able to direct the conversation with questions, and I had questions for them as well. I received criticism, which pleased me so much! I saw before my eyes people not agreeing with me, still stuck in the mindset that success is determined by them rather than the individual that is supposed to be learning, so I tried to help them understand that I see that mindset as flawed, and if we want our children to be fulfilled, then we need to let them figure out what will make them fulfilled. I felt very good at the end of the session because I was able to address their concerns and show them where the ideas of value, fulfillment, and success really come from. It doesn't come from people acting on one another, but with each other. It was a group of people that care about children, and oftentimes when we care about someone, we try to make them like ourselves, but is putting a child in a narrow box really the way to go? Shouldn't we be letting them explore and create for themselves? Aren't we just being traditionalists, no matter how radical we may think our views are, if we are forcing students to learn a specific body of knowledge? Why can't children's minds be as dynamic as time? We are constantly in a state of change, so let those growing in the present determine what they need for the present. Schools are becoming obsolete when we consider how much open source material there is online. I enjoy Khan Academy, but educatingearth.tumblr.com compiles many different open source education websites.

        Luckily, my keynote speech was received well. If you're interested, here's the video courtesy of Aaron Grimm.



        Also, I have been playing with the idea of adding a “Donate” button to this blog. I thought it would be silly for someone else to fund my life for me because I've grown into the notion of personal responsibility and independence. However, after my speech, people shared with me the value of my experience. If I take time out of my day to share my journey with others, it's like I'm writing a book, and if they find worth in that and/or want to continue to read about it, then they may be inclined to donate money, or maybe even a useful object to help me. I would like to start traveling on my own or with another person, so I will not be fed or sheltered by the Halldorsons any longer. I certainly can pick up odd jobs here and there or play ukulele on sidewalks, but those might become boring things to read about. So, if you would like to donate anything, I would be more than grateful and use whatever funding to create memorable experiences to share with you and others throughout the world.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Before the Bus

WOODSTOCK, NY - 3 days

        A mountain home is filled with books. A kind soul is in the kitchen. Pictures of Native Americans, pin-up models, and famous pacifists decorate the walls. Loki, a large black lab, is the older sister to the new pomeranian pup, Snoop. For three days, I will be the fourth inhabitant of this house.
        Dinner is a delight. My stomach fills up like a balloon. I go to the living room, lay on my mattress next to the Christmas tree, and breathe. I have started my journey, but it is time to relax.
         I read the last four chapters of Lies My Teacher Told Me. A friend told me that's enough to get to the point. I also complete the most intriguing chapters of Indian Givers during my stay.
Errands. I like that Donna and I bond like mother and child. She says she wants to adopt me.
         The mountains are covered in evergreen blankets, and the sun shines over the horizon. I am at peace. I let go. Life takes control for me.
        It's the New Year. I could reflect and make resolutions, but that would require putting my attention on something other than the now. The now is what vitalizes me.
        Dance party tonight. Bearsville Theater. City folk in their best attire and face. Meanwhile, I look a bit plain in my Moon Boots and floral shirt. Get high. Dance like I'm a superstar. The crowd moves me into the spotlight or out of the spotlight depending on my skills. I meet Kyla. We connect. Telepathy ensues. Pink, green, blue glow sticks – shake, shake, shake. I find out I'm going to survive an alien rapture.
        Say goodbye. I have family here.

NEW PALTZ, NY – 5 days

Lowell! Bright blue jacket beams those bright blue eyes. The house is filled with plants. I imagine a jungle. The parakeets add sound to the scene. My own little loft has many books, but I only have time for the first two chapters of The Fountainhead. Lowell doesn't rest. This is boot camp. The ache feels good. I needed to lose that freshman fifteen.


        Get high, get high, get high. Hike, camp, boulder, cave. First time I go underground into complete darkness. Headlamp goes back on. Light, I feel comfort.
        I decide to be a photographer. Take pictures of the scenes, trees, rocks, leaves. Make a watermark. That'll make it look professional.
        Norah is a good cook too. For being poor, I am fed like a queen.
        Bartender Bri wants to go to Oregon, maybe Alaska. Says I can visit her anytime. I love making friends.

NEW YORK CITY, NY – 10 days

        Cydney greets me at Port Authority. Dominican food tonight in Washington Heights. Practico mi espaƱol.
        Staying in Jersey. Public transport fees are a bitch. The unlimited metro pass soothes my anxiety from letting go of green pieces of paper. Still manage to spend more than intended, but every experience is worth it.
Go through the books. Find Politics of Experience. Perfect timing.
Botanical Gardens, Museum of Natural History, People's Theater, Queens Nursing Home. Visit my grandfather twice. I wonder if he has my view of death.
        I learn that I like to shovel snow. Never helped my dad with it as a little girl, but now it is relaxing, productive, exhilarating.


        No Pants Subway Ride! 'Nuff said.


Daniel Pinchbeck and Reggie Watts speak tonight. Cydney drags me along even though I wanted to crash. I thank her for it. What a wonderful atmosphere with absurd but enlivening ideas bouncing from head to head.
        I meet Eliott. Eliott – the first boy to have precognitive dreams about me. In his twenties, but a boy. We are child-like together.
        Cydney invites him over for a mini sleepover the next night. Dan is over too. Positive crowd. Bev bakes the best cupcakes. We buy a giant fairy coloring book and crayons. Eliott speaks sweet metaphors to me as he watches me color him a picture. Fire starts.
        We move to a loft in a dark room. I see Eliott's figure, but big black holes for his eyes. I look at my hands to check if I'm dreaming. He still speaks in metaphors. He holds his hand out. “Octopus.” I now see eight moving extensions. This is all a dream. I am constantly in illusion.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Unschooling Myself

        I have officially left college. I am now back where I started, back where I spent the first 17 years of my life, my little hometown of Coxsackie, NY. This is where I went to public school, where I played recreational soccer, where I spent time with friends, and where I learned to grow up. I'm glad to be back.
        However, I do miss dear Buffalo. Although most of my writings have been critical of college, I am not in total disgust with the idea. I actually enjoyed my experience very much for the last semester. A recent comment on my last post stated that my analysis of college was short-sighted and erroneous at best. I understand that I have been taking a biased viewpoint (don't we all?), but now is the time to point out that my opinion hasn't been a complaint. Perhaps it has come off as myself feeling annoyed and angry at "the system," but, in fact, I have discovered the true way to be happy, and that is to appreciate every moment for what it is, which is why I came to University at Buffalo with the attitude that I would make the most of the time I was there, and I did. I took the most interesting classes that I could find in the course catalog. Most turned out to be unimpressive, but luckily I lightened my course load, so I would have more time for the more charming parts of college, such as school clubs and meeting new people. With those two things in mind, I learned a lot and had fun at the same time.
        But, of course, the time had to come to an end. I was able to experience 4 years of undergrad in only one semester. How? By setting that as my goal. With knowledge of not returning, I took everything out of it I could. I met with students of all ages, audited classes I wasn't even signed up for, and let university show me what it's made of. I can say that I am now ready to move on. It's time to unschool.
        So, it's not that I think I'm better than anyone else because I'm "over" college. It's just that I have realized that I can make my life into whatever I desire, rather than comply with expectations. My heart aches for those that feel they are stuck, for those left at college, not knowing why, but complaining about tests and the lack of fulfillment in their lives in general. This is where my frustration comes from. These people are those that motivate me to write papers about why college is not a good investment.
        I may go back to college, eventually. But like my father pointed out to me in the car ride home, if I'm attending college, it should be my priority, but right now it is not. Therefore, I will do what I've been dreaming about since my first training bra - travel. So many people say, how will you get the money? Ahh, money, money, money. It's what makes the world go 'round, right? The funny thing is that I don't think too much about it. I realize that if I really want to do something, money is not an issue. First of all, it certainly doesn't take that much money to sustain oneself. I could probably live without money. I could couchsurf and practice freeganism. Most people have never heard of these things because they haven't made it a priority to figure out. Yet, I'll probably still try to bring in some cash. When I get low, I can just pick up a job in a city I want to befriend for a while, save up, and move on.
        You might be thinking that this isn't a pleasing lifestyle. It's not stable, not secure. But that's the thing; I'm not looking for stability or security. I've had that my whole life. I need chaos and excitement. I need something to motivate me, to instill passion in me. I just need to figure the world out, and a college classroom is not the place to do that.
        As of right now, I am sitting in the kitchen of my high school friend's house as she's at work. Her parents don't mind that I've been sleeping on the couch for the past few nights They even offered me a blow-up mattress. They've been feeding me, and in return, I do some dishes and provide good conversation. When I treat them like family, I'm like family. It's a simple as that. Good character is enough to get me places. For example, next stop is Woodstock with my old English teacher (yup, the one from the speech). After that, I head to New Paltz, where a friend from Buffalo resides on holidays. I continue south to NYC, where I will stay with another friend. Now, this is where it gets even more exciting. In mid-January, I'll be taking a plane down to the family I will be staying with for an undetermined amount of time, the Halldorsons. And the Halldorsons aren't just any normal family. They have renovated a school bus RV-style, and named it the Unschool Bus. Here, check it out:



        Kelly Halldorson was the first person to interview me after my speech. We met up in a coffee shop in Albany and had great conversation for about two hours. We kept in contact through Facebook, and the few days before I shipped off to Buffalo, I spent in Boston at an unschooling conference with the whole family. I'm very excited to see them again and start acting like part of the family. Creating family everywhere, I've learned, is one of the beauties of life.
        So, for night now, I'm in stage 1 of unschooling myself. I've been relaxing - sitting around reading, playing ukulele, making a dress out of construction paper, duct tape, and tin foil...basically whatever I want. I'm really not focused on trying to make money, or figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I'm taking it one day at a time, and I'm lucky enough to have a support system that will help me with this crucial stage in my life.
        I know a lot of people expect me to be "something great," but there's no way that will happen along side of me being happy and driven without realizing myself what that something is. I often feel that I have been trying to free myself, but now there is even more pressure. Honestly, I think that no matter what I "become," I will be great. I think that my path is maturing me and giving me wisdom every step I take, and even if I died tomorrow, I will feel complete. But, here I am, still living, so there must be a niche for me to take, one that will continue to create balance and harmony in the universe.