26.08.2009 - 26.08.2009
Today I decided that I don't know anything about anything.
You know how when you are talking with a group or an individual and someone starts talking about something specialized. For example, someone will spout off their knowledge all about the happenings of the Boston Tea Party or statistical projections for the global economy. When this happens, my contribution to the conversation turns into head nods of agreement which of course are just masking my confusion/frustration at having such an inept brain.
I am in my 15th year of school. I've had the power (to an extent) to choose my own courses/areas of study. I feel like I've been exposed to a ton of academic material...but how much of it have I retained? Little. I've learned about the structure and function of the United States Government but when asked something as trivial as how many senators come from each state, I blank. When an Aussie asks me what I think of Obama...I feel too uninformed to offer a concrete opinion. I still don't know for sure what's going on in the Middle East. I am aware of infinite concepts/events/things but somehow know only about 20% of what I should about these things. Have I spread my realm of knowledge too thin? Is it better to be aware of a ton of things but not know very much about them? Or be an expert on a limited number of things?
Most people I talk to seem like they know a ton about something specific. For example, Mom knows a lot about real estate and financial doo dads. When I analyze my own self...what do I know a lot about? The most effective way to thrift store shop? Baking? What to do when your car overheats?
As I blog, Anita's mom skypes her and Anita starts speaking fluent Polish. I took four solid years of Spanish in high school, got all A's (and dated a mexican) but probably couldn't hold much of a conversation.
So speaking of thrift shopping, it's the hardest thing to do in Sydney. Tomorrow, me and a few girls are going into the city to track down four op shops in Darlinghurst and Paddington.
Yesterday, Anita and I sat thru a three hour seminar on the "3 P's of Politics". I couldn't focus on what the white-haired lecturer was saying. Instead I was thinking, "He looks exactly like Batman's butler...but what was his name...?!" By the time we got our break in the middle of it, I was doing the sleepy head bob. I went with Anita to get coffee and she told me what was in each of them. I was daring and decided to get a mocha. It wasn't as good as hot chocolate obviously but it was surprisingly satisfying. I was way more alert through the rest of the seminar as well as in my four hours of stats class. This could be psychological I realize but maybe just maybe coffee can help me with school?
When I got home, I googled and remembered the butler's name is Alfred.
This weekend I'm meeting Anthony's brother's girlfriend, Kim. Kim is from Boston and is 21. She's studying in Sydney for the semester as well. I know, right?! Someone tell me why I have a problem with anxiety and meeting new people?
While waiting for the bus, I noticed a paper bag on the bench next to me. The contents? A blueberry muffin from the German Bakery in Macquarie Mall. Apparently someone just wanted to eat the top of the muffin and not the rest. Anita and I shared the rest of the muffin on the bus ride to the village.
And this is how I know we are truly friends.