10 Rules for Students, Teachers, and Life by John Cage and Sister Corita Kent
In class we were given this bit of writing and asked to respond. Well,all I can say is that John Cage and Sister Corita Kent were brilliant. Just looking over these brief ideas, makes me really think about how I view, how I take advantage to what I interact with everyday.
I’m going to try an experiment. Yeah, that’s right; Devan is doing science.
Every day I’m going to try one of the rules and figure out what it really means and how I can apply it to my life.
This is Rule #4
Some updates since then:
Find a place I trust, eh? Minus the example Morgan gave us in class I really feel the library is the perfect place for me, at least up here in Bemidji. There is always somewhere quiet I can go and that fits me perfectly. I can’t get anything done unless I have silence. However, blogging would be an exception. I always have my music blaring. Type in The Lumineers on Pandora and you’ve got my fuel.
I came into my Sophomore year in college with one goal in mind: to ask as many questions as humanly possible. If I didn’t understand something I was damn-well going to find out, no matter how annoying my professors thought I would be. I know when I should be trying harder. Let me show you a real-life example.
Honors mid-term paper: C-
Honors final paper: A-
My mid-term was maybe three pages long and although I had cited more sources than I had time for, my prose was a bunch of B.S. The final came around and my page count bumped up to seven and I actually had a handle on what I was talking about. Why? Well, I started asking questions. Who knew more about the fading of Anglo-Saxon paganism than the people who were attempting to teach it to me?
Well, Morgan certainly is pulling “everything” out of me. Boot camp 2013 was a flop so now I’m back, revamping it all from the beginning. I hope it works.
You’ve already seen how this turns out.
Find someone to follow? Well, at this particular time I’m typing away next to a Mr. Joe Stusinski and we’re on an all-night blogging marathon with the sole purpose of beefing up our posts. I could be playing Minecraft right now. I could be making the family sized box of Mac ‘n’ Cheese sitting next to me. Heck, I could be sleeping. If this isn’t an example of discipline, I don’t know what is.
This I can only apply to every sculpture I have ever made. You see when you work with clay, sure, you can sketch out a plan with pencil on paper but that’s all the further you’re going to get. Once you start molding that piece of raw material you have to learn to work with what you’ve done. Everything is a creation. Everything is art. Whether you sit there and put a month into one sculpture or three hours, you’ve created something from nothing and that is a beautiful thing.
I’ve never been a tomato person. Ketchup barely passes, but other than that I like to keep the veggie-fruit out of my diet. Unfortunately, my favorite food is pasta. You have no idea how many batches of noodles I have consumed. Seriously, they should dedicate a Noodles and Company to me.
Anyways, when you think pasta you think tomato sauce, right? WRONG. Tomato sauce is gross thus I’ve had to find other means of noodle lubrication. This is where the whole “work” aspect comes in. I’ve done the noodle dance so many times I’m practically an expert in the combining of herb/seasonings and olive oil to get the best taste. I’m salivating just thinking about it. That Mac ‘n’ Cheese is looking real’ good right about now.
You know, in a literal sense I disagree with this rule. Mainly due to the fact that I’m one of those people where as soon as I see that darned squiggly red line my brain goes into auto-pilot. There is no stopping me from going back and fixing it right then and there. I’m really trying not to be too much of a grammar freak but it’s in my conditioning. You should see my mother.
Be happy. You know, that is a lot easier said than done. At this particular moment, I’m not referring to myself. I am a generally happy person (unless you even think the leper of a word “irregardless”). I’ve lived around all sorts of people who struggle to find happiness and yeah I completely agree with that fact that when your stuck in the muck of depression every day brings one more burden to bear. I’m all of us have been in that state of mind at least once.
You know, I break my own rules everyday. I told myself to never date a guy I worked with. Well, I went on a date with him and then I realized why I made that rule. Hey, I learned how to fly fish a little. I accept my hypocrisy; in fact, I embrace it.