The Most Wonderful Day of the Year!

It’s that time of year again—registration! Words cannot express my exuberance yesterday morning when I was able to sign up for fall classes. Even more than actually registering for classes, I revel in the weeks beforehand, when course offerings become available on Web Advisor and I am finally allowed to begin the meticulous process of putting together possible schedules. Is it nutty that I had dozens of color-coded charts and schedules, each with different possibilities for my academic life next semester? Is it weird that when I met with my advisor she didn’t even have to look and see when other classes were offered because I had their times memorized?

Perhaps I did enjoy the whole process a little too much, but this semester was truly the most fun to plan. When I registered for classes last fall and spring, I was double majoring and minoring. This made for a daunting, near impossible task as I struggled to cram so many hours of classes for one major with so many hours of classes for another, plus something for the minor, and let’s not forget honors or general education requirements. But this semester, after realizing I bit off more than I could chew and cutting back a tad, although still a challenge, it was at least doable.

You have to admit, it’s a challenge—especially at a small school that’s trying to minimize sections—to make a schedule that includes everything you need to take, but has no conflicts and does not require you to take nine hours of consecutive classes in a single day. It can be difficult, but that’s why I like it. Schedule-making is like one of those Sudoku puzzles, trying to fit everything together perfectly in the right order, with nothing overlapping or missing. And then, when finally everything is just right, you have that “I got it!” moment. Ah, sweet loveliness.

Happy Registration Week to all of you Angels! I hope you get all of the classes you need.

Complacency

In the midst of all these worksheets, essays, reading assignments, I'm afraid I'll get caught up in it all and lose sight of the real goal, the true reason I am here. It was different, sitting at my desk in my room at home, my mother my teacher. Then, learning was the end of every effort, the desire behind every task. It's different, here in college. Learning is still important, still desired and required, but there are more distractions, more details that get in the way. How easy it is to focus on passing the quiz instead of understanding the novel or to be content with a good grade on an essay and not seek knowledge beyond that. It is convenient, very convenient, to do the work, write the essays, pass the tests, fill out the worksheets, read the books, and end it there. There is more available, greater understanding and learning is achievable, but it's not required. If it's not written in the syllabus, why bother? That is the question of the day, but the answer I cannot quite put into words. Something inside of me whispers that going to class and answering the questions is not enough. Asking questions, too, and delving beyond the questions into deep caverns of unknown is just as necessary, just as important. This is my struggle: this fight between being content to fulfill requirements or going beyond that and exploring more, between doing just enough or following that ardent desire to learn really and truly. Focusing, refocusing, and focusing again is what I need to keep from tripping over that endless cycle of homework assignments, losing sight of the reason behind them.

Religion Class

This semester I signed up to take Religion 101 for gen ed requirement. The official title of the course is "Religions in the United States," and I thought it would be fun because I like learning about other religions. However, it's not exactly what I expected. I was anticipating studying the beliefs of a lot of different religions, but instead, the focus is really on the history of all of the religions in the United States: how they have developed, adapted, etc. It's actually really disappointing. We are studying all major religions in the U.S., but we are going through them so quickly - one week for each religion - we don't have a chance to learn anything worthwhile about them. It's rather pointless. The first thing we studied was Native American religions. For the entire week our teacher in class as well as our outside readings kept saying how important it is to understand Native Americans and their religious practices, because they are so frequently overlooked. I was totally psyched. Great, I thought, I don't know a lot about Native American religions, so this should be a fabulous opportunity. Unfortunately, we only learned three common elements of their religious practices: that they are rooted in the land, that they have a history of a struggle for survival (what with colonization and all), and that they are ways of life, completely inseparable from other parts of their culture. I am not exaggerating, this is really all we learned about their religions and this is word-for-word what was on the test. After all that jazz about the under appreciation of Native Americans, and the importance of recognizing and understanding their spiritual practices, we scarcely learned anything about them.

Something else has been bothering me about this class. At first I couldn't quite put my finger on it, because pretty much everything we've been learning is technically true. However, I think the problem lies in what is not being taught. We move through everything at a very rapid pace, too fast to get the whole picture of the historical events we're studying. When we were learning about Judaism two weeks ago we were taught that Rosh Hashanah is the Jewish New Year and an object associated with it is the shofar. That's it. On Friday we spent about ten minutes studying the Great Awakening. Really now, that is simply not enough time to properly understand anything. We are also not getting an accurate view of these historical things because we are looking at them through a modern lense. I've noticed that my teacher and classmates seem to judge every religion, person, and historical document we look at by how tolerant they are of other religions. For instance, white colonial settlers who were nice to the Native Americans are good. People who were not are bad. Pure and simple. Back in the day, tolerance was not on most people's priority lists - they placed importance on an entirely different set of values. But rather than looking at their values and examining the complexities of the situations that gave way to what we now call intolerant behaviors, we just judge them based on their tolerance. It is pretty pointless and, I think, impossible to truly study history in this way.

On a more positive note, we have had one interesting assignment. We are all required to attend a service of a religion different than our own. There are a lot of different options - Jewish synagogues, Buddhist temples, pretty much anything you can think of. I ended up going to an Antiochian Orthodox church yesterday morning and I must say, it was pretty cool. It was really different, and I definitely learned a lot from it. After the service we were able to talk with the deacon and ask him questions. He was very nice and I think our conversation was productive, although I really wish we could've had more time to talk with him. Hopefully I have enough information, because I have to get a 5 page paper out of this visit.

Week One...

I have been officially in college for one week now - so far, so good! Last Spring I agonized over "the college decision" for what seemed like an eternity, but once I finally made up my mind and sent in my deposit, I never thought about it again. I know that Meredith is exactly where I'm supposed to be, and I know that I am going to love it here. The past week everyone has been adjusting their schedules, dropping and adding, so classes are just starting to pick up now that everyone is "settled." It's not excruciating, but enough to keep me busy.

When I first signed up for classes, some days I only had two classes, and so I thought I would have some free time in my schedule. Ha. I am now discovering all of the hidden little details of being a music major - like weekly student recitals and piano rep/studio classes, which you are required to attend but don't get credit for. And then, of course, you must attend at least 10 music performances throughout the semester and write reports on them, and find at least 15 hours a week to practice. Major requirements like this keep popping up everywhere, and by the end of the week I'm sure I will discover something new to add to this list. Fun, fun, fun.

My favorite class so far might be art; I'm taking drawing. Yesterday was our first "real" class and we mainly just tested out our new art supplies. It was a lot of fun, and somewhat messy. As soon as I looked down and realized that both my hands were entirely covered in the blackest charcoal, my nose began itching. I didn't have a mirror, but I'm sure my face was a complete mess by the end of class because I kept catching glimpses of little smirks from my classmates as I walked to the sink to clean up.

All in all, I love Meredith and it has been a wonderful first week. Oh, and I also learned a song about a gondola in ear training. Random, I know - you kind of had to be there. Or, should I say, "You just have to experience it!" They say that about nearly everything at Meredith. :)