My Last Thoughts...Deuces Gooses!

            All twelve of us strolled into the fluorescent lit meeting room which contained a long table lined with office chairs a projector screen on one end and a flat screen on the other. It had a full wall of windows that looked out to the campus where you can only imagine what was going on within the walls of the surrounding buildings. Week after week we would file into this conference room always accompanied by our chaperons closing the door and then dimming the lights. There would be a mysterious person sitting at the table who for a brief moment just looked like your average human you would pass in the grocery store not knowing the incredible knowledge and thoughts streaming through their brain. They would plug in their computer introduce themselves and spew out some crazy cool job title. We would settle in pens and journals ready to be doodled scribbled and written in for the remainder of the day. The presenter would start there slides and you would start to get an understanding of how knowledgeable of there field of study, there love of research and learning and begin to be enveloped in the subject being viewed on the screens. I found myself allowing my ears listen and my brain to absorb all of this valuable information throughout the long day.

            A wide range of experiences happened within the conference room from bring completely lost in their usage of language, to complete understanding, questioning their methods, mind blown, hangry, mystified, and most importantly inspired. I have always been one who could sit and listen to someone with knowledge I don’t poses and try and absorb and understand all they are explaining. Curiosity has always been prevalent in my mind. Whether it was dissecting a fish after it was filleted to understanding the physical force of gravity within the classroom and on the playground. I was lucky enough to grow up in schools that were very hands on learning and mixed art into every subject of learning. This class brought me back to my first memories of learning by creating and experiencing what was being taught. I was lacking this energy and exploration within my art work and I feel as though it has brought me back on the path I had traveled on a lot earlier in my education.

            Looking through the telescope, experimenting with sound waves and all the kitchen products you could think of, being stuck on the 5 with my peers, laughing and all being mind blown together, meditations, campfire talks, adventures, all nighters, finding best friends, failures, triumphs, and developing as a creator. All these things wouldn’t have happened without this class and all the incredible experiences that came with it. The collection of memories and understanding of myself and my peers were furthered more on our Friday adventures.

            Now science and art make so much sense to me being paired together. In a sense it always has to me growing up with art being such an aspect of my education. I just needed a reminder of how much they correlate.