This class, like gateway, moves so slow and so fast at the same time. It’s slow because we work on (essentially) one thing for an entire semester. We have almost four months to do a single project, so we have the luxury of spacing things out. But not really. The class moves crazy fast because these projects are pretty massive. When I first came into the class, I had 0 plans. Not even a twinkle of an idea in my brain for what my project could be. And then, as soon as I sat down, class was over and we had five days to come up with not one or two, but FOUR project ideas, one of which would ultimately be what we spend the whole semester working on. That stressed me out.
But coming up with my ideas turned out to not be that hard. As students in college, and as writers, we tend to have a lot floating around in our brains at once, and creating ideas is about going fishing for those ideas to turn them into a tangible plan. I was pretty excited about three out of four of my ideas, which is a decent turn-out. I told them to my mom and to my friends, and felt myself picking a favorite as I explained each one over and over.
Right before I came into class, I told my roommate how it would go down. “I’ll read all my pitches and they’ll all be like ooooh sandcastles and I’ll be like yeah but movement, you guys.” I had made the decision that a website about the power of movement in our minds and bodies would be a really thrilling project for me to create. It could incorporate various styles of writing, extensive research, implementation, and be an exciting challenge. But it wasn’t quite as beautiful as my other two. One, that dealt with mental health on campus as a senior and another that dealt with the impermanence of life expressed as a metaphor about sandcastles. But I didn’t want to do those. I wanted to do movement. I did my best to put this decision in the very very back of my head and be open to hearing what my classmates thought about my pitches.
The reality of the situation was almost exactly like my prediction. The class seemed most intrigued by my senior year and my sandcastles pitches, not as much by my movement one. They even suggested combining the two former ideas in a study of the temporary nature of life and life’s events. I do love these two ideas. I think they’re both important in their own way. I loved hearing people’s ideas, like Amy’s suggestion to include coping methods to practice during senior year and Courtney’s note that a pamphlet about senior year would be really beneficial on social media. I plan on carrying these ideas out.
But not now. Not here. Explaining my pitches one final time to my class made me realize the passion I have for movement and its healing power in our minds and bodies. It really encapsulates a lot of who I am at this point in my life, personally, academically, and professionally. I really can’t beat that. I’m so grateful for this class for providing me with the time to do a project like this because I wouldn’t do it otherwise. This is the perfect time for a movement guide as I depart from my life as an undergraduate student and enter a new future. I hope to make a guide to senior year in my Community Action class this semester. I hope to make a photobook about sandcastles and life after I graduate and live in uncertainty for a few months while I get my life together. I really appreciate my peers for encouraging me to pursue these ideas. Sorry, though, guys. Not gonna happen yet. Stay tuned.