Paradox of being present to place….Currently parked in front of my computer, back hunched, feet folded underneath me, gravity taking hold of my eyelids and….Oh crap! I swear that clock said 5, and now it says 8! Where has the time gone?! What seemed like seconds ago I was pumping out writing of a steady stream of consciousness, but suddenly in a bump off of the REM stage I was surveying and I was bounced back to the present. Back to crusty eyes, lines on my forehead, and a terrible headache. But in that slice of time unaccounted for, where I was not in the present, that split second was spent back in the summer, in my favorite spot on the beach underneath the dock in between the surfers and the sand sifters.
This paradox happens to me often in class (not Redick’s class of course!) but I often find myself daydreaming and imagining the same feelings and emotions that occur when I experienced the place I am daydreaming about. Over Thanksgiving break, I went to a friend’s “Draggin’ Party” where we did the redneck thing of tying a large piece of plywood to a tractor and riding on the piece of plywood while the tractor was in motion. The object of the game was to be the last one on, which constitutes throwing people off in order to be that last person. It was such a thrill and just a generally fantastic evening. I loved being foolish with friends that I love from home, and when I came back to CNU to the story of how I ended up with twelve bruises on my legs, I found myself feeling the same euphoria and getting in the same mood that the large field and crisp air gave to me. Another weird part is that when I told the epic part of the story, my bruises started to flame like Harry Potter and his scar!
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