In Search of Lost Time

The Evergreen State College

Author: heater08

Journal Entry #7

6/1/15

I am struggling a lot with my paper right now, I feel overwhelmed with information it feels like my brain is going to explode. I have all the pieces to create a great narrative and I know that but somehow it is still not coming together the way I want it too. I think Sam’s suggestions on formatting the paper by generation is a great idea that I plan to pursue, and it will be the main theme while revising my paper but there is still a lot missing. I think I will put more observations in; I have a bunch of little notes on things I observed during the interview but decided they weren’t relevant enough to put in the paper. I am now completely rethinking that idea; perhaps my observations and some context around the interview will give it more of a natural flow.

I am pretty disappointed in myself over all this quarter; my lack of enthusiasm with the subject matter was apparent and invasive. It is so difficult to stay engaged in class when I keep missing random days because of the ridicules amount of germs on this campus. I felt detached and like I wasn’t putting my best effort forward and even when I attempted to turn it around I would get sick again, loose track of what we were doing, and not take the initiative to makeup the work. I think that it has been difficult for me to adjust from being sick for two months and doing nothing, to be in class everyday. But no matter how this quarter turns out for me over all I have still learned so much and thought about things I would never have on my own.

Proust has made such an impression on me, I was not expecting for his writing to speak to me in anyway. But as we got further into the novels I found myself feeling Proust emotions as he felt them and relating to his complex imperfect characters. They are all so human; Proust gives layers to characters, showing them throughout the novel in different lights. I have never read a book with that kind of character development, it is so intricately tied to the themes of the book that an unobservant reader would hardly even notice as this two dimensional character placed before them becomes real and takes on a life of their own. It was somewhat magical and I realized it takes an incredible amount of understanding about the human condition to create characters so unapologetically human.

Final Project

Terra Heatherly-Norton

5/18/15

Memoir Project

 

My roommate Katie is 1/4th Korean; her grandmother was raised in South Korea and moved to America around the age of 30 after a hard life. Sang Sun was born in the early 1940’s in Japan. She is the youngest of four siblings, one sister three brothers. Their names do not have American translations but Sang Sun wrote them out for me in Korean, I couldn’t transfer the symbols on the computer (hand written on page…. The American portion of Katie’s family refers to them as “big sister (15 years older), Japan Uncle (4 years older), LA Uncle (3 years older), and Hajong’s dad (2 years older).

From 1910- to 1945 Korea was under Japanese rule, after the atomic bomb was dropped in Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan the end of WWII was set in motion, the Japanese were forced to surrendered the territory ending their 35-year occupation. Anna and her family moved from Japan to Korea around the time or just before the shift in leadership. While Anna did not mention this I think it was a deliberate move on her parents part.

After Korea’s liberation the country scrambled to establish government, the Japanese had regulated their import/export economy and instituted national health care. With the population of Korea doubling throughout Japans occupation Koreas, specifically South Koreas industrial economy was booming but lacked structure with the liberation. Korea had barely any sense of cultural identity at this point, the Japanese gave the Koreans new Japanese names and they were required to do the same when naming their children. They were also required to speak Japanese.

When Japan surrendered the Korean territory the Soviet Union and the United states agreed to temporarily occupy Korea to help establish government. The Soviet Union occupied the north and the U.S occupied the south. With tensions running high between Russia and the U.S North and South Korea lacked unity and between 1945-1947 they each established separate governments. The North developed into communism under the influence of the Soviet Union and the South developed a fairly democratic system under the influence of the U.S government. Although South Korea was hypothetically independent their government was still largely controlled by the U.S military, in fact the first president the country elected Lyuh Woon-Hyung was forced the step down from office because of extreme pressure from the United States Military Forces.

I asked Katie to give me her take on Korean Culture, “ It’s very private, and nobody really knows what’s going on in other peoples families not really. It’s all about keeping up the image. The Korean idea of successes is very close minded it’s like doctor or lawyer, when I told my grandma I wanted to be an organic famer she looked at me like I was crazy. Why would I want to go to college for something the poor do for a living back in her country? In her mind you go to school so you don’t have to do that. Korean woman also gossip a lot, I suppose like most woman but it’s very hushed. Everyone is always trying to impress each other with what their children/grandchildren are doing. There’s a lot of pressure growing up in that environment they (Anna’s children) were pushed hard growing up. My mom was a straight A student and her brother went to Stanford these kids spent their whole live striving for my grandmas approval it can be really hardcore growing up in a Korean house hold.

Sang Sun was born into a Buddhist family but found Christianity in her early teens, when she was baptized later in life the Christian name given to her was Anna and is what she prefers to be referred to as. Anna’s mother was born and raised in South Korea but her Dad was born in Japan like herself. Anna and her family moved from Japan to South Korean when she was about four. She grew up in a large house in Massa, which is in the southwestern corner of South Korea. Anna describes her family as “very high class, we had lots of power, my father; Katie’s great grandfather was very powerful we had many slaves.” She reflects on the good fortune her family was experiencing at this time, “We had a beautiful house full of glass windows lots of food and room to play.”

“In Korean culture image is everything, my grandma will kind of tell you about the bad stuff but mostly good things. They paint a rosy picture you aren’t supposed to share your problems it’s bad form.”

–Katie Sibley

Around the age of seven Anna’s dad gambled their money away in an effort to keep up appearances at the casino. About a year later Anna was forced to stop attending elementary school, it is not free in Korea and girls had to pay a substantial amount more because educating women was not considered a priority. At age 1o during a very warm summer on June 25th 1950 the Korean War started. “We were so hungry I tell you.” Anna sighs.

As the Soviet Union plotted to take over Asia, Anna ad her family endured extreme struggles, their small village was now flooded with North Korean refuges and resources was scarce. She describes to me the meal she used to eat everyday as we are seated at an all you can eat buffet in south Tacoma. “We would take a small handful of rice not much at all, then we would grind it up and bowl of hot water.” This created a paste that most Koreans survived off of during the war. Anna’s husband looks up for the first time during the interview, “They used to have the GI’s come through the villages and they would put a big pot of boiling water in the middle of a field and give them clean water to make the paste, isn’t that right? “

“Yes because of all the North Korean refugees,” Anna explains placing a hand on her husbands shoulder. “ My mother had a big heart she would also boil water and make a pot of soup (rice paste) for everyone she could. The line was always so long we ran out fast, we were also very poor but it was important to share what we had. I remember hearing pregnant women talking about how they walked from north to south and found this refugee camp to have their babies. They wanted them to be South Korean citizens so they had a good life.”

About six months after the war started a drought that lasted three years ensued and plunged Anna’s family into an even worse financial situation than they were already in. Anna shakes her head sadly as she thinks of this hard time in her life, “I was always hungry growing up.” Anna and her mother would share what little resources they had with the refuges and they were always incredibly grateful. Even though Anna’s family did not have much to spare Anna’s mother thought it was important to help whenever they could, “North Korea is out sister and out sister is hurting, you always help your family” – Anna quoting her mother.

They also ran a pharmacy out of their home, with first aid and child birthing assistance Anna and her mother stitched up the locals, made simple remedies, and created pain pills to sell cheaply to the refuges and surrounding village. Anna tells me she assisted her mother delivering babies in the refuge camps often and the first time she deliver one on her own was age 12. Home remedies are an important part of Korean culture, natural anti-biotic recipes and opiate infused powders were the base of most in house pharmacies. With influences from Chinese and Japanese culture South Korean natural medicine was regarded highly in Asia.

Anna remembers one specific lady, a refuge from North Korea; she stumbled into their pharmacy begging for assistance with the birth of her child. After the birth the mother asked Anna’s mom to take care of the little boy for a couple of weeks and that she would be “right back.”

“She never came back,” Anna concludes sadly. “My family adopted him and we raised him until he was 15, he was a troubled child stole from my mom and always fighting it was very difficult. Many ears later he called asking my mother for cash he thought his mom had left him, but she was a refuge he didn’t have anything.” Anna speculates the mother fled to Japan where she had mentioned an old boyfriend lived. Most women could barely take care of themselves and abandoning babies to avoid the financial burden was a common practice.

From what I could gather it seems that Anna’s dad was not employed for many years but continued to gamble, a common problem with the entitled men of Korea. Anna’s brothers were all attending school and barely affording it, Anna longed for an education and at the age of 14 she started attending night school. She would clean after the end of day classes then after attend night school classes, it was the only way she could afford to go. This was after she had already done her house chores gone to church and worked in her mother’s pharmacy all day. “Sometimes I was so starving I couldn’t focus, couldn’t complete my school work. I didn’t have anything to keep me going you can not afford to eat without an education but you cannot learn on an empty stomach.”

“My teachers knew I was very poor they saw me working before class, a few of them were even customers at my mothers pharmacy and they would see me working there in the mornings as well.” Anna smiles and gets a glassy look in her eye as she reflects on the memories of her educators. “One time my favorite writing teacher invited me to her house on a weekend afternoon. When I arrived there was a big beautiful bowl of white rice waiting on the table, it had just been made steaming the house up with its sweet smell. Surrounding the rice were plates of fruits and meets, I remember thinking at the time I’ve never seen this much food in my whole life.” Anna’s face turns solemn, “My teacher never said anything but she must of known I couldn’t complete my school work because I was so hungry. She fed me and after looked at me very seriously and said, “now run along and do your homework.” That night I completed everything due for the next several weeks. I was so full of energy and life I remember that night, so bright.”

Anna’s teacher probably did not express direct concern but instead surprised her with a meal because it is considered rude to accept charity in Korean culture. They are full of pride and all about projecting an externally pleasing image. It was the only way Anna could deem it socially acceptable to eat the meal. “I think of her often.” She states simply as her eyes mist up.

“My Grandmother was beautiful growing up, like if you look at pictures of her its crazy, classic Korean beauty.” –KS

I asked Anna about any romances she had growing up, although she never had a boyfriend until her early twenties, Anna was pursued often. “ Oh boys loved me, they would take a piece of paper then cut their finger and write ‘I love you’ in blood, very honorable way to court a Korean woman.” Katie’s head pops up at this, “THEY DID THAT MORE THAN ONCE?? I thought it was just the one guy that did that for you grandma?” Anna smiles slyly and holds up three fingers. “Three different guys did that for you! That’s crazy grandma I didn’t know that, you were hot stuff!” We all chuckle at this and I notice Katie’s grandpa shaking his head lovingly towards Anna. “That’s my favorite story,” Katie states beaming at her grandparents.

Although Anna did not talk about it Katie’s mom informally told Katie and I a vague several weeks prior as we drove around her neighborhood in Whidbey Island. “She ran away from home at some point in her twenties, she never talked about it much but from what I could get out of her she ran away and found work at a G.I. camp on the outskirts of her city. She disagreed with family’s religious beliefs, she started going to the Christian Church around age 12 and by early adulthood had been baptized in secret and committed fully to Jesus. I think that was her main motivation for leaving, she loves her family but in her eyes they were sinners.”

“We think that’s where she met her first husband but we aren’t completely sure it’s either when she was working at the G.I. camp or when they were doing handouts in her village she never specifies.” –KS

“Your grandfather was so handsome,” Anna smiles addressing Katie. “I never saw someone as handsome as him, have you ever seen blue eyes that smile? He had smiling eyes and dark black hair. First time I saw him he said to me “Will you marry me? I don’t owe anyone money.” Now I didn’t know what to say and oh, he was begging me, “I don’t owe anybody any money will you marry me oh please?” I said yes and we lived together in Sole for a while then moved to America after Sophia was born.

In 1971 Anna, her one-year-old daughter Sophia, and her husband Robert moved back to Robert’s home Massachusetts. Shortly after they in order to move farther away from Roberts parents the couple moved to Rome New York where Anna’s second child Ana was born. (“She changed it because she wanted to be different she’s one of those people.” –KS) In 1973 they moved to Dayton Ohio and lived on the military base. Robert went back to serve in Asia and Anna worked on base as a lunch lady; it was her first experience feeding people and where she found her passion. “There were so many hungry soldiers in training, and their beautiful families. I loved feeding them because I knew I was giving them what they needed to succeed, you can’t do anything if your hungry it consumes you.”

Anna’s third child, and first son Edward was born five months after Robert left in April of 1974. At this time Anna was experiencing sever harassment from the counties local KKK organization. It started with threatening phone calls and eggs being thrown at their house in passing. But soon it escalated, their car was spray painted with racial slurs at one point they even burnt a crop circle in the front yard. “I remember very vaguely the phone ringing often,” Sophia reflects I was only four or so at the time but I remember looking out the window and wondering why someone would burn a circle in our grass. It seemed so silly to me, it looked like one of my building blocks.”

Robert cut his service short and returned home a few weeks after Ed was born to protect his family from the racists in town. Being a white man Robert was the only thing that could truly keep the family safe. But after the crop circle the family had enough, they packed up and moved to a Hawaiian military base the summer of 1975. They lived there happily until 1977, Anna reflected on their short time in Hawaii fondly; it was so warm felt like a permanent vacation. The children loved it, they were always in the water like little fishes.”

In the winter of 1977 Robert was transferred to the Fort Lewis military base in Lakewood Washington. Anna returned to working as a lunch lady now that all of her kids were old enough to attend school and eventually left the base and became a lunch lady at the local middle school. “I love feeding the children,” Anna says airily, “the look on their faces every morning, having a good meal before school and for lunch. Many of the children that attended the middle school in Lakewood were very poor and relied on free breakfast and lunch provided by the school district. “I relate to these kids a lot, I wish there would have been free lunch at my school this could have saved lives in Korea. I am very proud to be a lunch lady.” Anna continued to work as a lunch lady in middle schools and high schools around the Tacoma/Lakewood area until five years ago when she finally retired.

In 1986 Anna’s husband died of a heart attack while mowing their lawn. Anna’s daughter Sophia found him in the yard, “It was so random,” Sophie states, rather nonchalant about it now. I remember hearing the lawn mower running but when I looked out the window I didn’t see my dad.” Anna now supported her self and three kids on the salary of a public school lunch lady. As previously mentioned Anna pushed her kids hard to succeed, she picked up extra shifts and stated working part time in the evenings as a janitor so her kids could afford their extra curricular activities. All of her kids had very good grades but especially Sophia, “She was a star pupil!” Anna states proudly, “she play sports and have a part time job, and when she sang? It was beautiful! She is so smart that one always achieving.”

In 1993 Sophia met her second husband Jeff, they met at church and he asked if she wanted to “go somewhere and talk” with him. “He was always following me around, like a little puppy!” Anna laughs and I see Jeff crack a small smile. “I just wanted a woman with good religious values ya know? A classy woman to spend the rest of my life with. Anna and Jeff (while talking over each other) told me the story of their first date. There was lots of debate about how the story goes exactly but the summarized version is Jeff pined after Anna for a few weeks before asking her out, she would notice him checking her out during sermons though Jeff swears he wasn’t. He finally asked her after church one day if she anted to go on a walk with him. They went down to the docks and watched the sun set. Jeff is about 15 years younger than Anna, “I said to him I am an old lady! To old for you, you don’t want to be with me.” Anna says shaking her hands as she reenacts the scene. “And I said I didn’t care,” Jeff rumbles in his deep stern voice. “I told her that I was going to marry her if it was the last thing I did.” He says this in such a matter of fact way, I could almost see him saying those words to Anna in the exact same way. “I told him no way I’m too old, but he kept saying he didn’t care, it wasn’t a reason, I eventually agreed to marry him. As they walked back from the dock Jeff accidentally dropped Anna’s car keys into the water. “He was so embarrassed,” Anna giggles, “we had a local fisherman help us get them back.” I sneak a peak and Jeff at this point trying to gauge his reaction without letting him know I’m looking. I see a pink tinge traveling from the brim of his nose, across his cheeks and up to the tip of his ears. Jeff is blushing, and he is blushing hard.

Anna and Jeff moved in together shortly after that night. With Anna’s children either in college or on their own she quickly filled her time by volunteering at her local church. Along with her lunch lady job and church activates Anna became an active and respected member of her community. She showers her grandchildren with affection, keeping a stock of Costco snacks for Katie to take back to college just incase she shows up. Her fierce love for her family and happy disposition is only a couple of Anna’s amazing qualities. The struggles she faced became lessons she learned and applied her unique knowledge later in life. As she pushed herself to support her kids as a single mom for most of their teen years one can only imagine the difficulties Anna endured. But her hard work set an amazing example for her kids ensuring their success. While I can never truly understand Anna I feel as though I got a glimpse into her interesting past not many get to see.

Closed Reading

Terra Heatherly-Norton

5/16/15

Closed Reading

 

“It was not that I did not still love Albertine, but I no longer loved her in the same fashion as in the final phase. No it was in the fashion of the earlier days, when everything connected with her, places or people, made me feel a curiosity in which there was more charm than suffering…” – Pg 753

 

Proust is processing his emotions about Albertine; he tries throughout the book to rationalize why their relationship is ending without taking any responsibility for its demise. In this specific passage Proust is feeling a heightened sense of infatuation for Albertine. He interprets this emotion as the feeling of new love, as oppose to the “final phase” of love he previously felt for her. This is an extremely common and relatable thing that happens to couples as they break up. The security the lovers felt is gone, most people cope with this new sense of vulnerability by reinvesting themselves into the failing relationship, seeking comfort in the familiar. The strength of emotion Proust feels overwhelms him, so instead of dealing with them he redirects. Albertine becomes the manifestation of his pleasures, insecurities, and anything else he seeks/feels; he views his obsession as affection. In actuality I think Proust is panicking, he is losing control of a situation he had previously felt comfortable in. These new feelings for Albertine are simply Proust grasping for control over a situation he never had the upper hand in. He feels as through Albertine is abandoning him, which makes him want her more than ever because as we know, Proust is all about the chase.

In the previous chapter Proust is convinced Albertine is a lesbian, he follows her around, is suspicious of her every move and takes every compliment she gives to girls with a grain of salt. He is feeling rejected by Albertine, their relationship is in shambles as it has been for a while now and Proust is searching for reasons outside of himself to justify why it is failing. Albertine being a lesbian is a blame free route Proust’s mind takes, not only keeping his inflated ego intact but also painting Albertine as the villain. In his mind it is her lack of moral compass and shameful promiscuity are the reasons Albertine does not love him anymore.

So now Proust is stuck in the obsessive phase of rejection, he sees people and places and associates them with Albertine even with no real connections. He feels a “curiosity in which there was more charm than suffering.” This line is a bit confusing, but what I think he is trying say is that remembering Albertine, finding her is all of his surroundings are not all unpleasant memories and feelings. Proust is essentially reminiscing about the love of his life. While these memories may be painful he also experienced great pleasure at the time. Proust is all about involuntary memory his breakup with Albertine is bringing up hundreds of early memories from when he saw her at the park for the first time, to the theater they went to together as teenagers. Proust is wallowing in this, he absorbs his own memories better than any outside influence he is grieving but with grief comes nostalgia. Nostalgia is a horrible thing to feel because the picture it paints is always rosier than the actual event. Proust can recall a very normal walk to the park with Albertine as the most glorious of days with the sun shining, her skin glowing, and birds chirping in a merry way. But in actuality they were fighting about something and it were 52 with a slight drizzle.

 

“…And indeed I was well aware now that before I forgot her altogether, before I got back to my initial stage of indifference, I should have to traverse in the opposite direction, like a traveler who returns by the same route to his starting point, all sentiments through which I had passed before arriving at my great love…”- Pg 753

 

I found this quote extremely insightful and out of character for Proust, at a time in which Europe (and most of the western world) was focused on progression Proust states that he is regressing to eventually progress. He is falling out of love and is painfully aware of it; Proust is reveling and analyzing his own grieving process. This quote is one of the most profound conclusions he comes to regarding Albertine. He observes that he feeling for her must regain their strength before they can diminish completely. He needs to feel everything for Albertine deeply and fully before the feelings will dissolve. Proust is a processor, he observes quietly while a windstorm of thought rips through his psyche he describes his feelings, comparing them to “a traveler who returns by the same route to his starting point.” It seems to me like Proust is saying in order to truly not care about someone anymore you must fall in love with them again reflecting all the way back to the beginning because before the beginning there wasn’t any emotion at all. One must truly understand the feeling they felt in the past and the reasons for these feeling before they can truly let go.

 

“…But these stages, these moments of the past are not immobile; they have retained the tremendous force, the happy ignorance of the hope that was then soaring towards a time which has now become the past, but which a hallucination makes us for a moment mistake retrospectively for the future.” -Pg 753

Proust describes the nostalgia he feels as the mistaken feeling of hope, he is observing that as he relives moments of his and Albertine love he is filled with the feelings of those times and associates them with present day circumstance. Proust depends on others for his own happiness; he has many developmental and physical health problems resulting in a recluse and insignificant existence. This makes it so he is extremely impressionable and is affected by every outside experience deeply, and analyzes it to death in his ample free time. His entire world is Albertine, he has spent such a large part of his life chasing her, courting her, and trying to keep her. It seems he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself now that she left him. He feels powerless and empty, so he fills himself with the memories of their time together. He nestles himself in the comforting nest of memory avoiding the present at all costs. Because if Proust were to face his situation head on at this point in his mental process he would see that he has lost the only thing that he had thought brought real meaning to his life, he lost his purpose.

In the end Proust is a heart broken man trying to make sense of a world that he no longer understands. He fails to look outside himself for perspective but also fails to look within for faults. He created his own obstacles, fueled by his ego and clouded by insecurities Proust desperately searches for answers but fails to see he created the problem.

Journal Entry #6

Terra Heatherly-Norton

5/13/15

“Suffering the prolongation of a spiritual shock that has come from without, keeps aspiring to change its form; one hopes to be able to dispel it by making plans, by seeking information, one wants it to pass through its countless metamorphoses, for this requires less courage than keeping our suffering intact.”      -Pg 578  The Captive & the Fugitive

In this part of the book Marcel is coming to terms with the fact that he has been left by Albertine, he observes the fact that it must have been premeditated because she took wrapping paper from his bedroom the night before. He is faced with an overwhelming amount of factual evidence that their  demise was inevitable.

“…from the day when she had ceased to kiss me, she had gone about as though tormented by a devil, stiffly erect, unbending, saying the simplest things in a mournful voice, slow in her movements, never smiling.” -Pg 574

She had shunned him weeks before she had left, Proust is reflecting on this memory as the pivotal moment Albertine decided she was going to leave him. He was conscious of it yet Proust’s ego was to large to show anything but indifference to her extreme unhappiness. To suffer is a universal concept Proust describes it so eloquently as a “spiritual shock” it leaves the unmistakable impression of a deep pain, Proust is experiencing rejection in its purest form. His wife, the woman while he did not treat her well, he hypothetically loved, the one who new him the best; took in all he had to offer her and packed her stuff up creeped out before he woke up and possibly never comes back? ( I haven’t gotten that far yet.)

Proust basically names off common things people with depression do to try and cope/cure it, seek information, make plans for the future, occupy your time. But he thinks that that is weak and it “requires courage” to keep ones “suffering intact.” This I interpreted as Proust justifying ways to wallow in his own self pity. But he is also pressuring himself to keep a cool exterior and remain to seem unaffected by Albertines sudden departure although he literally describes feeling like he’s dying inside.

My favorite part of this passage is how Proust describes the process of grief as “to pass through its countless metamorphoses.” I took this as Proust describing not only describing the stages of grief but also the way humans transfer their suffering from one thing to another; eternally miserable but justifying their misery in different ways as time goes by. It changes from one thing to another like the absence of his wife to the absence of his mothers goodnight kiss. He is stuck in his own whirl pool of misery and can not escape.

Journal Entry #5

Terra Heatherly-Norton

5/5/15

Journal Entry #5

 

I am interviewing my roommate’s grandmother for my final project and I thought I’d share a short story from the memoir. Anna grew up in South Korea at age seven her family became extremely poor, by age nine she had to drop out of school. At age ten the Korean War started and at age eleven the beginning of a three-year drought ensued. At age fourteen she attended nigh school and work as a janitor during the day to afford it. One day one of her teachers invited Anna to her house after school. Anna was always starving, her family had very little money and many of their recourses went to helping refuges from the north. She was so hungry she wasn’t able to study.

While the teacher had not mentioned anything about it Anna reflected that she must have known about her starvation for when she got to the teachers house a “huge bowl of beautiful white rice” was sitting on the kitchen counter and it was “surrounded by a sea of fruits and meat.” The teacher fed Anna and told her to run along and complete her studies because there is nothing more important than education. As Anna told me this story we are sitting in a Chinese buffet surrounded by food. She starts to look around and tears up a bit. “I think of her often” she states simply.

Anna came to America around age 30 learned English and became a lunch lady in Ohio. She feels very passionately about feeding children since she was always hungry growing up. “You must eat to study and you must study to eat,” she says, “I love feeding the children, they put food in them and then they can learn.” As I listen to her story I reflect on her comments about my weight, when Katie first introduced me to her grandma a couple weeks earlier she had commented on how skinny I was then gave Katie 20 dollars to take us to McDonalds. It struck me as odd at the time but I now realize Anna doesn’t have the perspective most of western civilization are privileged enough to have, we associate being skinny with being beautiful, but Anna relates it to starvation and poverty.

So when she insists Katie and I get another plate of stir fry before we leave and asks us twelve times if we have enough food, it is coming from such a genuine place of concern that I am thrust into confronting my own privileged upbringing and the alien idea of starvation, a concept I can barely grasp. These types of stories put into perspective the problems that most people today face and how truly trivial they are in the grand scheme of life. The reality of it refreshes my views constantly and puts into perspective what the true meaning of suffering really is.

Journal Entry #4

Terra Heatherly-Norton

5/4/15

Journal #4

 

“I said to myself sadly that this love of ours, in so far as it is a love for one particular creature, is not perhaps a very real thing, since, though associations of pleasant or painful musings can attach it for a time to a woman to the extent of making us believe that it has been inspired by her in a logically necessary way, if on the other hand we detach ourselves deliberately or unconsciously from those associations, this love, as though it were in fact spontaneous and sprang from ourselves alone, will revive in order to bestow itself on another woman.” -Within a Budding Grove

Pg 299

 

I came across this passage a couple of weeks ago and kept meaning to write about it, the conversation we had in seminar today about Proust description of women reminded me of it. In this quote I think Proust is commenting on the impermanence of love. He talks about it as though the emotion is not connected to any particular person but can manifest itself through people. Women that “inspire” love don’t actually create anything they just provoke an already present emotion and the reciprocator believes it is because of them those feeling exist.

The Narrator has witnessed many failing relationships in his young life so his outlook on love is not surprising. I think this rational is a coping mechanism to deal with the possibility of rejection. Proust is a recluse, he doesn’t have many friends and isn’t very handsome from what I’ve gathered, but the one thing he does have is knowledge. He has so much time to think that he rationalizes the shortcomings of his life through the objectification of women and failure of those around him. Since he feels that love will never last long because it cannot fully attach itself to another person he is commenting on his own intimacy issues and his reluctance to put trust in women.

But at the same time this could also mean that the possibilities to love are endless because if the emotion does not attach its self to people but instead manifests through people, the options are endless. The mortality of love could be comforting to him because when love comes to an end there is always the chance that new love will appear. He seems almost too aware of the fact that love is an individuals feeling at may more times that not, not be reciprocated. It seems that Proust craves unrequited love to a degree. He pines after the unavailable because he is then left to play out scenarios in his own mind about how things might go as oppose to putting himself out there and seeing if it could actually workout. He idolizes his crushes to the point where they aren’t even real anymore, they are art, something that cannot reciprocate human contact; therefore it is not real and cannot hurt him.

Journal Entry #3

I have decided to write a memoir about my roommates grandmother, originally I was going to write an oral history on a local tribe, and then I was going to write a memoir about my dad and his life. But then it occurred to me that would involve talking to my dad for a long period of time and it sounded unpleasant. M roommates name is Katie, he grandmother grew up in south Korea and immigrated to the united states when she was in her early 30’s. She is extremely religious and used to sneak out of temple and run to the catholic church every Sunday. I found this particularly interesting and am excited to hear the full story on that. Her grandmother didn’t know any english when she first arrived and was very poor , her story is a classic among Asian american immigrants and I am beyond excited to transcribe it.

Journal Entry #2

In the class I took last quarter ( It’s About Time) we read the first book in the Proust series and most of The Culture of Time an Space. We also studied the impressionist movement, then Trevor my former seminar leader came in and gave a lecture that I had already heard. It’s motley my own fault for picking a class with similar subject matter but i thought that there would be more of a variation. It is hard to stay motivated because it feels like I’m repeating a grade or something. Then again I could take this as an opportunity to dive deeper into what I have already studied and come out the other end with a multi-dimentional and in-depth understanding of Proust and the era his book was created.

I thought the guest lecture guy was pretentious and more focused on justifying why he was a landscaper than why he was in our lecture hall. He also seemed very close minded it seemed he only wanted to hear his ideas come out of other peoples mouths. I think a downside of studying something for so long is you build up these very solid ideas about it, and when fresh eyes start to explore what you have already concurred there isn’t any room for new ideas. All and all I am hoping that week 5 will be better that the previous weeks.

Turning Point

Terra Heatherly-Norton

4/4/15

Turning Point

 

 

I’ve had a fairly easy life; I generally get my way and don’t have to work very hard to do so. I always had a sense of control growing up my opinions were valid in family discussions and I knew how to handle conflict. I am always comfortable, creating a game plan of situations and easing myself into a cozy corner. But at the end of my freshman year I was un-enrolled from Ingraham high school and enrolled into Shorecrest in a completely different school district without any say in the matter. While I saw as the greatest injustice of the century at the time I now see it was being taken out of the comfort zone and not having the social buffers of my established friends that really upset me the most.

My dad had a nickname for me that is a running joke in my family, tall-dark-and-sullen. My face does not invite people in for conversation; no one stops me on the street and asks for a directions. By no fault of my own I have the resting face of a pessimistic old man so making friends especially in the uneasy setting of high school was a little difficult.  I had signed up for cheerleading my freshman year as a quick way to make a few friends but at Shorecrest there wasn’t time for a game plan. In the first two months of that year I watched my best friend move to Montana and my boyfriend at the time went to Turkey to travel abroad for the year, by October I was completely alone.

It sounds depressing, but the freedom I slowly found in this new solo existence was so freeing. I had always had two close girlfriends one guy friend and then a boyfriend of some sort, all through middle school and then my freshman year. I thought of these people as my safety net but really they were just restraints. Which so much time to myself I explored my interests, I discovered bands during long nights searching YouTube and went to a couple shows by myself starting wearing clothes I had always aspired to wear but convinced myself I would never pull off. There was no one around to judge me; the people at Shorecrest took me as I was like I had always been all leather jackets and angst.

While I was angry I began to understand why my mom had done this too me, after a particularly bad breakup the end of my freshman year and a few questionable friend choices my mom said she wanted to “create some space” and “give me some perspective”.

As I changed, I reflected back on what I had been doing in high school and it was all things I hated. The friends I had made the guys I had dated the activities I were involved in none of them made me happy. I came to the realization that I had been living for other people; while I didn’t realize it I forced myself constantly to suppress my wants for the sake of other people, making myself smaller to fit in a space they deemed acceptable. I took taking me out of my environment to truly understand what I had been doing. I found confidence I didn’t know I had been lacking and started to understand what it means to be self-aware.

Ultimately I returned to Ingraham for the junior and senior year of high school but I came back a different person. I dressed the way I wanted (which where a lot of short dresses and thigh highs at the time) with confidence and found that the acceptance came with the attitude. I didn’t feel the social pressures I did before and started openly stating I didn’t like to drink or particularly enjoy rap music. I didn’t feel obligated to compromise my happiness for the approval of others. In the small trashy world of north Seattle there is a social norm. Objectify women, smoke blunts, make money; I had always thought it was something to aspire to but I realized at Shorecrest that wasn’t what successful educated people who make a difference look like. That twenty years down the road they will be doing the same thing they were doing this week and I could be doing so much more.

 

 

Journal Entry 1

4/4/15

As I read Proust I am reminded of a book i recently read called Hallucinations by Oliver Sacks, this book explores the legitimacy of hallucinations and line between experience and interaction. He argues experiencing hallucinations doesn’t necessarily mean a person is mentally unsound, it is when one interacts with their appertains that they are truly ill. Proust’s narrator seems to constantly walk this line between passive hallucinations and interactive hallucinations. The unreliable narration of this book leaves much to speculation but I believe the narrator has an anxiety disorder and a mild form of autism. He feels so separated from the world, emotionally unable to connect. He docent follow social courtesies and has trouble imagining scenario that haven’t actually happened, which is a common symptom of autism. Proust blurs the lines between delusion and reality to the point where I get lost in his inner wold and barely notice when the external information shows through, it is confusing and dense.