Wow! A chance to write about anything? This is exciting, yet
terrifying. In just one semester of graduate school, I’ve become used to writing
to some sort of prompt. Writing has become a part of my daily routine; in
actuality, I’m writing when I’m eating breakfast and when I’m driving. I write
when I’m watching television and when I’m walking in my neighborhood. What I
mean is that I am constantly composing thoughts that may take the form of written
words but more often than not remain strings of thoughts.
Many of my friends write blogs where they discuss with
friends and strangers every nuance of their life. Dinner plans, reviews on the
latest movie, and rants about their jobs are just a few subjects discussed. Gone
are the days where we pick up the phone and ask one another about our lives.
There’s no need with blogs and other social media platforms. This is
problematic to me because it takes the element of surprise and genuine interest
out of our interactions. I like to think that I’m still old-fashioned because I
refuse to chronicle my every move on the internet, but, I think I’m really just
behind the times. It still baffles me when my grandmother calls me to inquire
about an event I attended or about an outfit I wore because she saw it on
Facebook. No, she doesn’t have a Facebook account; rather, she has family members
that like to blab to her about my whereabouts. She means no harm with these
inquiries because she sees Facebook as an extension of our face-to-face family
interactions.
I mention all of this to say that multi-modal forms of
communication have become a way of life for most Americans. Having the ability
to see someone while talking to them in a different time zone is amazing. But,
with all of these forms of communication, are we actually becoming closer to
each other? Or is the technology pushing us away from one another? Are the conversations
we have about unimportant occurrences? Or are they about meaningful
experiences?
To combat this feeling of being in technology limbo, I’ve
started to write physical notes and letters to friends and family. It’s
exciting to me to draft my thoughts on paper, copy them over to my “nice”
letter-writing stock, and mail it off. It’s also pretty expensive to do this
since stamps are almost 50 cents each. I feel satisfied when my recipient opens
my letter and is able to physically see and feel my thoughts. Maybe I feel like
my words are permanent when written on paper? Do they have more meaning when
transmitted this way?
This was truly a random post! I’ve thought about this
subject for some time but hadn’t been able to put my thoughts into sentences.
Thank you Dr. Rice for your wisdom and guidance this semester! I’ve really
enjoyed this class and learned much more than I could have ever expected to. If
I do teach in the future, I’ll have the guidance you provided as a road map to
success.