Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Beginning of the End


It feels like I haven’t been on here in a year, even though it’s only been about a month. While home, I had a ton of free time which I could have spend writing on this blog, but I figured I would rather spend what limited time I had hanging out with my family instead. But now that I’m back in Ohio, I can write about the time I had there. However, a portion of this post will also be dedicated to an overall outlook of the beginning of my last semester at Cedarville University, including an extended critique of my major.

Christmas Break

                Christmas break was great. I stayed indoors most of the time, except when we went to the movies or went to my uncle and aunt’s house. It was mostly great seeing my family again. This break was the first time since last Christmas that we were all together (except for that one random day during the summer right before school started again).

I tried to be as awkward as possible in this picture.
Yes, I'm the bearded reindeer with three antlers.

                I honestly don’t know what there is to say about it. I just love being home with family. I love watching movies with them, playing games (sometimes), and in general, just being with them. Over break my family watched all ten released movies in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, etc…). In theatres we saw Interstellar (the second time for me), Into the Woods, and The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies. We also watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special “Last Christmas,” which thankfully wasn’t Clara’s last episode!

                My younger sisters were on my computer often, playing Minecraft and building some awesome things, like a castle in a cloud. When they weren’t building houses or capturing pigs in that game, I was on there either catching up on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., browsing the internets, or writing. I made some progress on a review of Taylor Swift’s new album 1989, but I don’t know that I’ll be able to post it on here for a while.

I did a little reading, though not as much as I would have liked. My youngest sister introduced me to Jane Eyre, which I have yet to finish, but I fear I won’t have enough time this semester :(

                My siblings, my cousin and I also attempted to play instruments and sing together like a real band. In the end, we ended up playing Rock Band (the video game). We played many other games together as well, including “Forbidden Desert,” “Ticket to Ride,” and “Pandemic.”

                At times, Christmas break seemed nice and long, but in the last week I started to realize just how short it really was. The only bad part about Christmas break is the ending; the part when Joseph and I have to leave home again and school starts for everyone. I also detest flying, so I wasn’t looking forward to that. Nearly every time I fly, something goes wrong. This time, I had a delayed flight that got me stuck in Phoenix for almost six hours. Afterwards I got a flight to Charlotte, North Carolina, then finally Dayton. By the time I arrived I had missed my first two days of classes – not a great way to begin my final semester here. I then had to catch up the best I could while still getting adjusted to the new time and the arctic temperatures. I think I’m finally back into routine at school now, but I’m ready to go back home.

The Consequences of Being an English Major

                Second semester senior year is too late to change your major right? Don’t worry, I won’t. But this certainly isn’t the first time I’ve considered that maybe I’m not quite in the right major. I’ve been feeling lately like I don’t belong. Sometimes in English classes I feel like I’m faking it (which is sometimes because I haven’t done all the readings, but that isn’t always the reason). People use big words like “transcendentalism” or “existentialism” when talking about a text, and I’m just there nodding along like I know what they’re talking about.

           Aspects of the English major I like:

1.       Reading great books and talking about them with other people
2.       Writing personal essays and other creative writing assignments (i.e. writing about things I like writing about)

Aspects of the English major I do NOT like:

1.       Discussing books using terms I know nothing about (and pretending to know what I’m talking about)
a.       But seriously, earlier today one of my teachers used the word “antidisestablishmentarianism” in a sentence without even flinching.
2.       Writing huge academic research papers

I’ll definitely finish what I’ve started here at Cedarville, but it won’t be easy. As I’ve said in previous blog posts, this will likely be the hardest semester I’ve had. On top of taking English Seminar, the huge capstone English class that includes assignments like a 50-minute lecture and a 30-page research paper, I’m also taking four literature classes (American Literature from 1820-1865, American Women Writers, Contemporary World Literature, and Survey of British Literature from 1800). That’s why I have such a huge stack of books:

So many books, and this isn't even all of them

I guess the reason I stuck with the English major rather than doing the English education program is because I didn’t want to take education classes, I wanted to take English classes. However, I think what I want to do with this in the future may not be what this major is intended for. I like to think I’m a creative person, but it seems that in many of my classes I can’t put my creative energy to use.

The problem I’m faced with this semester is the fact that I’m taking five English classes, and there’s nothing I can do about it. While at College of the Sequoias, I mainly took general education classes (gen. ed.s) because I still had no idea what I wanted to do. So when I transferred here, I mainly just had to take English classes (and Bible classes for the required Bible minor). Normally it is suggested that students spread out their gen. ed.s over their four years, but my college career is not normal. Now I’m at the end, taking five classes that are completely necessary for graduation, meaning I can’t take any other classes. (I mean I could, but I would just make it harder on myself).

Were I given the opportunity, I would have taken more artistic classes in addition to my English classes. I would have loved to have taken a drawing class or two, or maybe an acting class. I can’t even fit in any more creative writing classes (because they’re outside the major, and a creative writing minor was out of the question for me, time-wise). I found out that apparently there is a storytelling class here that I had no idea about. I would have loved to take that class, but now I can’t. I’m also not sure why a grammar class is not required for the major. I’d like to take one, because I feel like that would clear up some issues (like, should we say “Doctor Who” or “Doctor Whom”?).

                The other thing I’ve had to take into consideration is my age. Dorm rules at Cedarville state that if you are 23 or older you can no longer live on campus in the dorms. I’m turning 23 on April 30th this year – two days before I graduate (and one day before Avengers: Age of Ultron hits theatres!). If I wanted to stay longer I would have to move off-campus, as well as take out another huge student loan, both of which are not really favorable. I’m also very much looking forward to life after school.

                So what will I do with my life after graduation?

                Still working on that; though I have a couple ideas…

                One dream of mine is something I’ve had for at least ten years now. In a letter I wrote to myself ten years ago I specifically mentioned that in the future “I want to be someone who works with movies, or an actor.” I still believe that would be a ton of fun. Last week I attended a meeting for Filmgate, Cedarville’s film org that I was a part of last semester when I was cast as Lucius Malfoy in their Harry Potter video. Since I’m technically a part of the group now, I can attend meetings and have a say in what goes on.

So last week we had a meeting where we were tasked with brainstorming and coming up with the concept of a TV Pilot they’re planning to make. I can’t go into more detail than that because of privacy or security or something, but sitting down discussing story ideas with other people was a ton of fun. It reminded me of the brainstorming sessions I used to have with my brother when we wrote our “Kim Possible” comics together. In the end, my main story pitch was chosen, which was super excited about. We had another meeting just a couple days ago where we continued brainstorming this plot, hammering out characters and backstory kind of things. Eventually we will be drawing out storyboards of scenes, something else I greatly enjoy. In short, I realized at these meetings that I LOVE doing this kind of work.

I also realized at these meetings that I was significantly more outgoing than in any English class I’ve taken here. Where in literature classes I sit quietly, listening to people talk about the deep themes found in ancient texts, here I was on the edge of my seat throwing out ideas with my friends, coming up with our own stories, our own world. While in those meetings, I felt like I could be myself.

This is what I want to do as a job.

The Near Future

                I’ve just barely found enough free time to finish up this post, but I don’t foresee me having much additional free time in the future. I will be posting an update either during or after the New York missions trip, as well as a post which includes the text of my support letter (which I reeeaallly need to send out as soon as I can).


                So for now, in place of future posts, I’ve made this map, showing a glimpse of what the rest of the semester looks like for me.


Monday, January 19, 2015

A Voice from the Past

                It’s mine.

                A few months ago, my family found a letter in the house that I wrote to myself, with specific instructions to not open until August 10, 2014 at 12:15pm, at least that’s what the outside of the letter said, as you can read here:

Part of the address label for the letter I wrote to myself

I didn’t end up actually seeing the letter itself until around October 2014, but it didn’t matter too much. But I found the contents of the letter itself somewhat amusing. This is really what I was like ten years ago, because I actually wrote this letter to my future self. Because of my fascination with time-travel, it makes sense that I would do something awesome like this, though I believe it was actually for some kind of school project. Anyway, a photograph of the letter is included below:

The letter I wrote to my future self

Thankfully my handwriting then was legible, but if you can’t make it out it, this is what it says:

"Dear Michael James Newman,

                I am in 7th Grade, I’m 12 years old, my favorite color is blue, my favorite movies are the Indiana Jones Movies, my favorite book Series is the Daystar Voyages. I am very artistic and I want to be someone who works with Movies or an actor. I have a Twin brother named Joseph and two younger sisters named Debra and Rachel. My Family has a dog named Bella and 2 cats named Toulouse and Whiskers. We have a pool with a diving board and a slide. My address is 425 Sycamore drive Exeter, C.A. 93221. Todays date is 8/10/04 right now it’s 12:15 PM. Well see ya later (when you Look in the Mirror!)

                Sincierly, Michael James Newman"


I’m not sure why I addressed myself using my full name; maybe I thought I would be calling myself something different in the future. 12 years old seems so young – I wasn’t even in high school yet. Blue is still a favorite color of mine but I wouldn’t call it my absolute favorite. I do still love the Indiana Jones movies (yes, even the fourth movie, which hadn’t come out yet at the time of the original letter). I have many other favorite books now, but I may someday go back and re-read those books, which I loved at the time. I still believe I am artistic, and I still envision myself one day working with movies in some capacity. I find it funny that I told my future self the names of my siblings; I’m not quite sure why I did that. Sadly, the note about the family pets is no longer true. Toulouse and Whiskers may yet be alive, but we never see them anymore. Our family now has three dogs: Polar, Honey, and Abby; and three cats: Paws, Oreo, and Arwen. I honestly don’t know why it was so important that I tell my future self that my family has a pool. It was also not necessary for me to include my home address. That’s still where I live (when I’m not at school), but I guess my past self couldn’t have known that. The note at the very end about seeing myself in the mirror in the future was particularly creepy, because that exactly something I would do. I almost couldn’t bring myself to look in the mirror afterwards, because doing so would fulfill my own prophecy.

I’m not sure why I originally wrote that letter to my future self; though I expect it was more as a cool, neat, time-travel thing, rather than a word of advice from my 12-year-old self.

I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of time-travel (I went on an extended tangent talking about it in my review of X-Men: Days of Future Past). Though I guess writing a letter to my future self isn’t true time-travel, because the letter travels at the same speed through time that I do. It would also not be considered time-travel for me to write a reply letter to my past self, because at the moment there is no way I could do that; I’m also not sure what the consequences would be if I succeeded.


Anyway, the main purpose of this post is so that I can have a link to it in my life-update post which I should be finished in the next day or so. I did not post the link to this post on Facebook, so if you found this anyway, congratulations! You are more of a stalker than I realized! Maybe I should have considered removing my home address from the letter when I posted it on here…