I'd figure you'd want to keep a wide distance between us.
Tom, our science teacher, led the group of relatively puzzled, well-bundled students into the forest. I was right behind Tom, and the sound of his red boots breaking through the thin layer of ice that covered the crusty snow seemed to bounce off the trees and scare away the few singing birds that had not migrated south for the winter.
This was all meaningless to me.
I was cold and bored and wanted the field trip to end. I would later write several essays in my journal about the fact that writing a detailed seven-page analysis of the field trip took all the beauty out of the event.
I argued that no field trip could ever be enjoyable if we had to write down and later analyze the percentage of deciduous and coniferous trees, the air temperature, the amount of snow on the ground, the slope of the course taken, the change in temperature over the day, and a plethora of other minutia.
Basically, I was lazy. I was not lazy. I was just not ready; I was not yet ready to become an observer. I had gone to see Tom privately in order to discuss how I could survive his class.
The minutia was killing me, and my slow death was reflected in my dismal grade. My teeth were clenched with the determination to stay focused throughout the entire field trip and write down every word that man uttered.
However, I constantly felt myself drifting, and while my mind wandered, the group advanced significantly ahead of me, and I missed the sighting of another bird. I ran up to the group just in time to hear Tom start his lecture about a nearby rock formation.
Instead of listening, I was asking my friend to see his Picasso-like rendition of the bird. I, therefore, fell behind on the lecture, and so went the endless cycle: When it came time to rewrite my field notes in legible form, I stared at a piece of paper that consisted of smudged squiggly lines and eventually tears.
Frustrated and disappointed, I retreated back to my cabin to seek refuge. I quickly got undressed and slipped under my blanket for warmth, comfort, and most importantly protection. After I gave myself a few minutes to calm down, I took out the wet crumbled piece of paper from my pocket and tried to redraw a stick figure of a bird.
The twelve stick figures, representing the twelve different birds we saw, looked exactly the same, and trying to redraw each body part of each bird to scale was so difficult that I felt like each pen stroke was met with a ton of resistance.
Giving up, I pushed the piece of paper back into my pocket and lay down on my back. Simon was sitting, facing Ethan, with his legs crossed and his right hand casually nestled on his right kneecap, his foot twitching like the tail of a happy dog.
Ethan was lying on his side with his big black headphones cupped around his ears, reading Faulkner. As my head swiveled, I noticed Conrad, sleeping, as usual, with his blanket clenched tightly under his chin, with both fists.
I then realized that I too was part of my environment. I realized that I was a silent participant, and more importantly, I realized that I was an observer. On my next field trip, I had one pencil nonchalantly nestled on top of my right ear. I set out with no mission in mind and had no vengeance in my heart.
I intentionally lagged behind my fellow classmates in order to get a wider, broader perspective of the environment. Applying what I learned in my cabin, I was able to engage all of my senses and could attempt to take in the vastness of it all. I drew every bird, tree, and rock as best I could, and although they were not perfect, they were exactly what I saw.Apr 12, · Connections between Calypso Mento Ska Rocksteady Reggae Dancehall & Soca!
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