Wow. What a ride.
It's funny how, throughout this semester, we have been consistently discussing internal journeys. All along, I didn't notice how this English course in itself sparked a change in me... In how I write, and in how I look at the world.
I've said it many times before, and I'll say it once more: I love the idea of traveling, despite the fact (or perhaps, because of the fact) that I haven't traveled much. Last semester, when looking for English classes, this one caught my eye because of its name: Viaje en la literatura. Journey into Literature.
These last couple of months, I watched movies movies that I would've never thought to watch, and I've read novels that I would've never chosen to read out of my own accord. After years of wanting to keep a diary or journal, I started writing one and didn't give up on it. There were days when I didn't want to write anything, and those moments were stressful. Forcing myself to write was horrible... But when inspiration actually hit? It was the most rewarding feeling ever.
Getting lost inside my writing and following the "flow" of my consciousness gave me incredible insight on myself -on who I was, on who I am, and who I want to be. It's very hard for me to have a clear picture of myself. I'm always wondering how others perceive me. What do my friends really think of me? What image do my family members have of me? What do I think of myself, and how reliable is that perception? Journaling helped me realize that I can't invest so much time and energy trying to out into exact words or boxes every single aspect of who I am. It is hard to paint a picture of the beach, because the waves are constantly moving. I can't expect myself to have everything figured out about my identity, because I changed, and I'm changing, and I'll change.
Before this blog assignment, my only experience with online posting was with Tumblr (microblogging), which was more about sharing good content than actually creating it. With this blog, I forced myself to put my writing out there, no matter how scary it seemed. I had never taken a class with this sort of assignment. Writing a blog and writing a journal were amazing, refreshing activities that helped with my growth as a student and as a person. This English class was unlike anything I had ever done before, and I say that in a good way.
My blog URL is "A ship in the harbour." It comes from one of my favorite quotes: "A ship in the harbour is safe, but that's not what ships are for." I want to travel, among other reasons, in order to leave my harbour, and have new experiences. I haven't left the harbour this year, and I don't know if I will. But this semester was not useless. It helped me prepare my ship, stock up on supplies, and get the sails ready. It may not have pushed me off the shore, but it certainly prepared me for what's in store.
I recently found another quote that I like a lot: "Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease." Now, I finally realize that I'm not looking to escape- not really. I'm looking to explore.
So here's to all the explorations we've done, and all those we'll do in the future.
Getting lost inside my writing and following the "flow" of my consciousness gave me incredible insight on myself -on who I was, on who I am, and who I want to be. It's very hard for me to have a clear picture of myself. I'm always wondering how others perceive me. What do my friends really think of me? What image do my family members have of me? What do I think of myself, and how reliable is that perception? Journaling helped me realize that I can't invest so much time and energy trying to out into exact words or boxes every single aspect of who I am. It is hard to paint a picture of the beach, because the waves are constantly moving. I can't expect myself to have everything figured out about my identity, because I changed, and I'm changing, and I'll change.
Before this blog assignment, my only experience with online posting was with Tumblr (microblogging), which was more about sharing good content than actually creating it. With this blog, I forced myself to put my writing out there, no matter how scary it seemed. I had never taken a class with this sort of assignment. Writing a blog and writing a journal were amazing, refreshing activities that helped with my growth as a student and as a person. This English class was unlike anything I had ever done before, and I say that in a good way.
My blog URL is "A ship in the harbour." It comes from one of my favorite quotes: "A ship in the harbour is safe, but that's not what ships are for." I want to travel, among other reasons, in order to leave my harbour, and have new experiences. I haven't left the harbour this year, and I don't know if I will. But this semester was not useless. It helped me prepare my ship, stock up on supplies, and get the sails ready. It may not have pushed me off the shore, but it certainly prepared me for what's in store.
I recently found another quote that I like a lot: "Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease." Now, I finally realize that I'm not looking to escape- not really. I'm looking to explore.
So here's to all the explorations we've done, and all those we'll do in the future.