Saturday, August 27, 2011

A Whole New World

A wise Oberlin alum from Eastern Kentucky recently gave me some of the best advice about college that I've ever received. The advice was (and this is paraphrased) "Spend more time with books and professors and less time with f**kers."

This summer, this is exactly what I've been doing. I participated in two workshops on computational modeling, where students were the minority, and I was learning along with Oberlin College professors. I've never felt like I was all that good at taking advantage of opportunities at Oberlin, but when I was introduced to computational modeling, I jumped right on to it, and have no plans to let go any time soon. I look at computational modeling as a new way of looking at the world, as well as a method of experimentation, a way of modeling real-life events using computers. I see a lot of potential to model things I see going on in Appalachia, environmentally, economically, and socially, and am trying to develop a fluency in modeling thought and modeling techniques so I can apply this to the work I am doing now and will do in the future. Earlier this week, I attended a retreat for professors who are teaching computational modeling as part of their courses at Oberlin. For obvious reasons, I was the only student there, despite the fact that it was a part of my job working with this computational modeling initiative, and I assumed that the other students doing this would be there. But no matter.

For the first time in my Oberlin career, I've been spending a considerable amount of time with professors. It's really interesting to be in a room with incredibly smart people with extensive knowledge in different fields while they are trying to learn the same thing. The debates that go on during these workshops have made me realize that I need to be less afraid to speak up in class, and question the things that I am being told. I need to figure out the difference between being an active participant and being a smart-ass.

It's also really cool being on first name basis with professors in departments outside of my own, and knowing about the work of people I may never take a class with. But it makes me really shy to be around people who are so much smarter than me. I mean, thank God my professors are smarter than me, but it can make small talk a little intimidating. What do I have to contribute to the lunch conversations about artificial intelligence, the half-life of elements, and living in Hanover, Connecticut? I enjoy listening and learning, but I'm not sure if I'm actually building relationships here, or if all of these people think that I'm a shy idiot. Only when the conversation turns to deep fried food or music can I make a contribution further than the occasional funny but meaningless comment. It's been interesting trying to navigate the world of academia. Fortunately, I've had plenty of experience navigating different worlds, and I suspect that I'll figure it out eventually. For now, I'm just grateful that I go to a school where professors attend 2 day workshops on the pedagogy of computational modeling, and good teaching is a high priority. I'm also glad that I've had the opportunity this summer to spend more time with professors and less time with f**kers. I'm excited to start the school year and dive back into those books. There are some more things I want to learn. Maybe I'll stop confusing artificial intelligence with extraterrestrial life in my brain. Plus, I really should revisit the rate of decay.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Life Lessons Learned At Clifftop

While talking on the phone with someone I met at Clifftop today, I realized that I have yet to process everything that happened to me there, even though it happened nearly 3 weeks ago. In order for me to fully process something, I tend to need to write about it. So without further ado, here goes.

Things I Learned At Clifftop

1. Be one with the Port-O-Potty.
Yes it is possible. Yes, it requires NOT LOOKING DOWN. If you have to use it at night DON'T BRING A FLASHLIGHT. If you do bring a flashlight, DO NOT LOOK DOWN! Point it at the ceiling and check out all of the cool bugs. If bugs disturb you more than other peoples' feces, disregard this advice. Being one with the Port-O-Potty requires determination, a bottle of scented hand sanitizer in your purse, and sometimes a little alcohol, but you will be all the happier for it. Because hiking up the hill to the sometimes-open flush toilets gets really old, and there's only so many times you can pee behind your tent in broad daylight before your neighbors stop sharing coffee with you.

2. There is no shame in going to bed early.
There is more shame in getting pressured to stay up too late, then losing your cool and threatening a 17 year old. But that's a story for another time. Just go to bed. Your friends will be there tomorrow, and they will appreciate it if you aren't Cranky McCrankerson and teary and mean.

3. Red lipstick is a powerful weapon.
Seriously more people should wear red lipstick. Use with caution and a sense of humor. When using, make sure to plant red lipstick marks on as many people as possible in as tasteful a way as possible. Make sure to bat your eyelashes and wiggle your non-existent eyebrows (because what kind of jerk wears make up at a music festival - me, duh -but this was part of a social experiment, and as many of you may or may not know, I don't have visible eyebrows unless I draw them on) in as ridiculous manner as possible. Unless you're wearing it for a job interview. Alternately, don't drink and red lipstick.

4. There are so many beautiful women in their 50s/60s/70s
Are these women beautiful because they've found the fountain of youth? No. Are they beautiful because they've had plastic surgery? No. Are they beautiful because they spend all of their time and energy fighting the natural aging process? No! They are beautiful because they have retained the beautiful spirits that they had when they were young. They are beautiful because they have accepted their faces and bodies for what they are, and aren't trying to cling desperately to their youth. They are beautiful because everyone is beautiful at Clifftop (shut up inner hippie!). They are beautiful because they won the genetic lottery, those bitches (okay kidding, but I think that this helps). I'm going to keep these things in mind as I age. And hopefully I can be a beautiful 50/60/70 something too! (Also, I suspect that red lipstick might also help).

5. Generosity is the most important thing you can bring to a music festival. And venison.

Heh, that's all the insight for now. But I'm sure that there will be more to come on trickling down the old brain stem. Until next time...