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Bridge Part 3

Integrative Seminar 1: Memory

Oscar Andrew

London Through Seattle

 

It feels as if your mind has been transplanted back into that memory, yet your body and eyes are stuck in the present, nostalgia is such a powerful force, it rushes up from behind and hits you over the head….it’s such a simple memory, nothing particular about that moment from your life but a subconscious feeling that you had arrived at, maybe you didn’t fully realize how important this time was to you until you reflected on it later…

I had been walking along the sidewalk, just having finished my last class, and heading towards the car on a bright sunny day, I felt every inch of my body warming up and feeling its energy surge through me as if I had been on low battery for the past eight months and was finally at 100%, even though it was spring, the weather there likes to hold us down in a clouded mind of mist and rain and I often get so caught up in it that I forget how impactful the Sun’s energy and I notice how much happier I am and am reminded by how much the clouds hold me down like an anchor made of the weight of rain…Earbuds in, listening to Miguel and the song Coffee started playing, I had listened to this song almost everyday when I had taken that trip to England to visit family, It had been my first time going there by myself as I had always dreamed about as my aunt told me each time I visited that I should come stay for a whole summer and although I was only going to stay for two weeks it was so satisfying and surreal…

I was able to take my time, to sit back and soak in the atmosphere like sun rays, sun rays that warmed up not only your body but your heart, filling you to the brim with love and content to where you forget any struggles you’ve had and are wrapped in the embrace of a giant blanket… hearing that song was like I was in the shower at my aunt’s house again, listening to a playlist in which nothing was too vulgar and always carefully balancing the volume between too quiet for me and too loud for the rest of the house but the worst that would happen would be my Uncle teasing me and telling me he needed to introduce me to new music, just like how he would list dozens of classic movies asking me if I had seen them and astoundedly laughing when I repeatedly said no to movies like Mary Poppins and Back to the Future

Elated and calm, being surrounded by people I love and in a semi-refuge from the large amount of depression I had been dealing with in my first year of highschool…back where my body was, I was still struggling through therapy and trying to get a grasp on my mind…I could see the dinner table being set by my cousins and the grin on Dylan’s face as he teased his younger brother…I had been transported back to grimy streets, encased on either side by victorian houses with the sunlight fading, striking everything with a golden pink tint making it feel as if you were living and breathing through the lens of a child’s smile… walking through Peckham and seeing the streets jammed full of street vendors and people spilling out of shops right as people step off the bus so that all the comotion and clamor builds tenfold and culminates with a crescendo of shouting and tires screeching all the while the sun shone blindingly hitting the storefront windows making you blink…

That summer I had finally started to see a therapist and was finally able to put a name to how I had been feeling that year, this trip wasn’t just me travelling to see my family but was the start of me learning to take care of myself…I felt the sunlight beating down on me…these visions of England acted as a reminder of what it felt like to take care of myself as I continued to work to push past the depression that was holding me back and learning that my health will always be more important than everything else, knowing that it isn’t selfish to put myself first, unlearning to prioritize everything else over your own wellbeing is hard…sunlight beaming down…

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Bridge Part 2: Exaggeration Rule

Integrative Seminar 1: Memory

Oscar Andrew

London Through Seattle

 

It feels as if you’re mind has been transplanted back into that memory, yet your body and eyes are stuck in the present. Nostalgia is such a powerful force, it rushes up from behind and hits you over the head. Often times, for me, it’s such a simple memory, there was nothing particular about that moment from your life. It’s never related to a particular action, but a subconscious feeling that you had arrived at then. Maybe you didn’t fully realize how important this time was to you until you reflected on it later, or until you were no longer physically where you were if it was a trip or vacation.

I had been walking along the sidewalk, just having finished my last class, and heading towards the car on a bright sunny day. That was almost a special occasion in Seattle, even though it was spring, the weather there likes to hold us down in a clouded mind of mist and rain. I had my earbuds in, listening to Miguel and the song Coffee started playing. I had listened to this song almost everyday when I had taken that trip to England to visit family. It had been my first time going there without my Dad, the first time it didn’t feel like a rush to see everyone all at once.I was able to take my time, to sit back and soak in the atmosphere like sun rays, sun rays that warmed up not only your body but your heart, filling you to the brim with love and content to where you forget any struggles you’ve had and are wrapped in the embrace of a giant blanket. It was like I was in the shower at my aunt’s house again, listening to a playlist in which nothing was too vulgar for fear of my family hearing it and always carefully balancing the volume between too quiet for me and too loud for the rest of the house. I felt a sense of elation and calm, being surrounded by people I love and in a semi-refuge from the large amount of depression I had been dealing with in my first year of highschool. Back where my body was, I was still struggling through therapy and trying to get a grasp on my mind. In my mind’s eye I could see the dinner table being set by my cousins and the grin on Dylan’s face as he teased his younger brother.  I had been transported back to grimy streets, encased on either side by victorian houses with the sunlight fading, striking everything with a golden pink tint making it feel as if you were living and breathing through the lens of a child’s smile, and the calm of the evening right as the heat had shifted to a bearable 75 degrees. That summer I had finally started to see a therapist and was finally able to name the way I had been feeling the entire school year. I felt the sunlight beating down on me, telling me to keep going and giving me the energy to do so, surrounding me with warmth but also a reminder that I need to find that warmth for myself, I alone have the power and strength to work through my problems and to trust in the process. This trip wasn’t just me travelling to see my family, but was the start of me learning to take care of myself. These visions acted as a reminder of what it felt like to take care of myself, to spend time on me and understand that it isn’t selfish, sunlight beating down

 

Bridge Part 2: Ellipses Rule

Integrative Seminar 1: Memory

Oscar Andrew

London Through Seattle

 

It feels as if you’re mind has been transplanted back into that memory, yet your body and eyes are stuck in the present, nostalgia is such a powerful force, it rushes up from behind and hits you over the head….it’s such a simple memory, there was nothing particular about that moment from your life, never related to a particular action, but a subconscious feeling that you had arrived at then, maybe you didn’t fully realize how important this time was to you until you reflected on it later, or until you were no longer physically where you were if it was a trip or vacation…

I had been walking along the sidewalk, just having finished my last class, and heading towards the car on a bright sunny day, almost a special occasion in Seattle, even though it was spring, the weather there likes to hold us down in a clouded mind of mist and rain…earbuds in, listening to Miguel and the song Coffee started playing, I had listened to this song almost everyday when I had taken that trip to England to visit family, It had been my first time going there by myself as I had always dreamed about as my aunt told me each time I visited that I should come stay for a whole summer and although I was only going to stay for two weeks it was so satisfying and surreal, the first time it didn’t feel like a rush to see everyone all at once… I was able to take my time, to sit back and soak in the atmosphere like sun rays… hearing that song was like I was in the shower at my aunt’s house again, listening to a playlist in which nothing was too vulgar for fear of my family hearing it and always carefully balancing the volume between too quiet for me and too loud for the rest of the house but the worst that would happen would be ten minutes of anxiety or my Uncle teasing me and telling me he needed to introduce me to music similarly to how he would list dozens of classic movies asking me if I had seen them and astoundedly laughing when I repeatedly said no to movies like Mary Poppins and Back to the Future… Elated and calm, being surrounded by people I love and in a semi-refuge from the large amount of depression I had been dealing with in my first year of highschool…back where my body was, I was still struggling through therapy and trying to get a grasp on my mind…I could see the dinner table being set by my cousins and the grin on Dylan’s face as he teased his younger brother…I had been transported back to grimy streets, encased on either side by victorian houses with the sunlight fading, and the calm of the evening right as the sun was setting…

That summer I had finally started to see a therapist and was finally able to put a name to the way I had been feeling the entire school year, this trip wasn’t just me travelling to see my family but was the start of me learning to take care of myself…these visions of England acted as a reminder of what it felt like to take care of myself as I continued to work to push passed the depression that was holding me back and learning that my health will always be more important than everything else in my life, learning to spend time on me and knowing that it isn’t selfish is hard when you’ve been raised in a culture that only values money and constantly tells you that you are only worth something with good grades, unlearning to prioritize everything else over your own wellbeing is hard….

 

Bridge Part 2: Drenched Rule

Integrative Seminar 1: Memory

Oscar Andrew

London Through Seattle

 

It feels as if you’re mind has been transplanted back into that memory, yet your body and eyes are stuck in the present, nostalgia is such a powerful force, it rushes up from behind and hits you over the head. it’s such a simple memory, there was nothing particular about that moment from your life, never related to a particular action, but a subconscious feeling that you had arrived at then, maybe you didn’t fully realize how important this time was to you until you reflected on it later, or until you were no longer physically where you were if it was a trip or vacation.

I had been walking along the sidewalk, just having finished my last class, and heading towards the car on a bright sunny day. That was almost a special occasion in Seattle, even though it was spring, the weather there likes to hold us down in a clouded mind of mist and rain. Earbuds in, listening to Miguel and the song Coffee started playing, I had listened to this song almost everyday when I had taken that trip to England to visit family, It had been my first time going there by myself as I had always dreamed about as my aunt told me each time I visited that I should come stay for a whole summer and although I was only going to stay for two weeks it was so satisfying and surreal, the first time it didn’t feel like a rush to see everyone all at once.

I was able to take my time, to sit back and soak in the atmosphere like sun rays. hearing that song was like I was in the shower at my aunt’s house again, listening to a playlist in which nothing was too vulgar for fear of my family hearing it and always carefully balancing the volume between too quiet for me and too loud for the rest of the house but the worst that would happen would be ten minutes of anxiety or my Uncle teasing me and telling me he needed to introduce me to music similarly to how he would list dozens of classic movies asking me if I had seen them and astoundedly laughing when I repeatedly said no to movies like Mary Poppins and Back to the Future.

Elated and calm, being surrounded by people I love and in a semi-refuge from the large amount of depression I had been dealing with in my first year of highschool. back where my body was, I was still struggling through therapy and trying to get a grasp on my mind. I could see the dinner table being set by my cousins and the grin on Dylan’s face as he teased his younger brother. I had been transported back to grimy streets, encased on either side by victorian houses with the sunlight fading and the calm of the evening right as the heat had shifted to a bearable 75 degrees and walking through Peckham and seeing the streets jammed full of street vendors and people spilling out of shops right as people step off the bus so that all the comotion and clamor builds tenfold and culminates with a crescendo of shouting and tires screeching.

That summer I had finally started to see a therapist and was finally able to put a name to the way I had been feeling the entire school year, this trip wasn’t just me travelling to see my family but was the start of me learning to take care of myself. These visions of England acted as a reminder of what it felt like to take care of myself as I continued to work to push passed the depression that was holding me back and learning that my health will always be more important than everything else in my life, learning to spend time on me and knowing that it isn’t selfish is hard when you’ve been raised in a culture that only values money and constantly tells you that you are only worth something with good grades, unlearning to prioritize everything else over your own wellbeing is hard...

 

Bridge Part 2: 1 Sentence Rule

Integrative Seminar 1: Memory

Oscar Andrew

London Through Seattle

 

It feels as if you’re mind has been transplanted back into that memory, yet your body and eyes are stuck in the present. Nostalgia is such a powerful force, it rushes up from behind and hits you over the head. Often times, for me, it’s such a simple memory, there was nothing particular about that moment from your life. It’s never related to a particular action, but a subconscious feeling that you had arrived at then. Maybe you didn’t fully realize how important this time was to you until you reflected on it later, or until you were no longer physically where you were if it was a trip or vacation.

I had been walking along the sidewalk, just having finished my last class, and heading towards the car on a bright sunny day, so sunny that I felt every inch of my body warming up and feeling its energy surge through me as if I had been on low battery for the past eight months and was finally at 100%, almost a special occasion in Seattle, even though it was spring, the weather there likes to hold us down in a clouded mind of mist and rain and I often get so caught up in the mist that I forget how impactful the Sun’s energy is until the first sun in april arrives and I notice how much happier I am and yet again remember how much the clouds hold me back and how I feel trapped as if I’m being held down by an anchor made of the weight of rain. I had my earbuds in, listening to Miguel and the song Coffee started playing. I had listened to this song almost everyday when I had taken that trip to England to visit family. It had been my first time going there without my Dad, the first time it didn’t feel like a rush to see everyone all at once. I was able to take my time, to sit back and soak in the atmosphere like sun rays. It was like I was in the shower at my aunt’s house again, listening to a playlist in which nothing was too vulgar for fear of my family hearing it and always carefully balancing the volume between too quiet for me and too loud for the rest of the house. I felt a sense of elation and calm, being surrounded by people I love and in a semi-refuge from the large amount of depression I had been dealing with in my first year of highschool. Back where my body was, I was still struggling through therapy and trying to get a grasp on my mind. In my mind’s eye I could see the dinner table being set by my cousins and the grin on Dylan’s face as he teased his younger brother. It was as if I had been transported back to grimy streets, encased on either side by victorian houses with the sunlight fading and the calm of the evening right as the heat had shifted to a bearable 75 degrees. That summer I had finally started to see a therapist and was finally able to name the way I had been feeling the entire school year. This trip wasn’t just me travelling to see my family, but was the start of me learning to take care of myself. These visions acted as a reminder of what it felt like to take care of myself, to spend time on me and understand that it isn’t selfish.

 

Bridge Part 1

Integrative Seminar 1: Memory

Oscar Andrew

 

It feels as if you’re mind has been transplanted back into that memory, yet your body and eyes are stuck in the present. Nostalgia is such a powerful force, it rushes up from behind and hits you over the head. Often times, for me, it’s such a simple memory, there was nothing particular about that moment from your life. It’s never related to a particular action, but a subconscious feeling that you had arrived at then. Maybe you didn’t fully realize how important this time was to you until you reflected on it later, or until you were no longer physically where you were if it was a trip or vacation.

I had been walking along the sidewalk, just having finished my last class, and heading towards the car on a bright sunny day. That was almost a special occasion in Seattle, even though it was spring, the weather there likes to hold us down in a clouded mind of mist and rain. I had my earbuds in, listening to Miguel and the song Coffee started playing. I had listened to this song almost everyday when I had taken that trip to England to visit family. It had been my first time going there without my Dad, the first time it didn’t feel like a rush to see everyone all at once. I was able to take my time, to sit back and soak in the atmosphere like sun rays. It was like I was in the shower at my aunt’s house again, listening to a playlist in which nothing was too vulgar for fear of my family hearing it and always carefully balancing the volume between too quiet for me and too loud for the rest of the house. I felt a sense of elation and calm, being surrounded by people I love and in a semi-refuge from the large amount of depression I had been dealing with in my first year of highschool. Back where my body was, I was still struggling through therapy and trying to get a grasp on my mind. In my mind’s eye I could see the dinner table being set by my cousins and the grin on Dylan’s face as he teased his younger brother. It was as if I had been transported back to grimy streets, encased on either side by victorian houses with the sunlight fading and the calm of the evening right as the heat had shifted to a bearable 75 degrees. That summer I had finally started to see a therapist and was finally able to name the way I had been feeling the entire school year. This trip wasn’t just me travelling to see my family, but was the start of me learning to take care of myself. These visions acted as a reminder of what it felt like to take care of myself, to spend time on me and understand that it isn’t selfish.

 

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