Whoa Mama

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

What do you know?

I went to a Wells College, an outstanding, all women's institution, which laid the very foundation of my adult life. At its inception, Henry Wells and Ezra Cornell tossed back a few and Henry was kind enough to start a school to educate the future wives of Ezra's boys. The relationship between Wells and Cornell has withstood the test of time and many many changes.

Cornell has taken a well-known path and Wells has stayed small and until 2 years ago firmly single sex. Given its size there were come limitations.
Course offerings being one of them. Back to Henry & Ezra, we were able to take the commuter van (which had many other more colorful names) down to Cornell to take classes that were not offered at Wells. Junior year, my first college friend, roommate and future maid of honor embarked on the trek twice a week to experience life on a big campus. I took Psychology of Communications. I learned that in the land of the big U, they don't like to talk in class, they can get exam copies from frat brothers, they only speak to suck up to their profs. I did also learn a fair amount about ironically enough, the psychology of communications. Among the things that stand out are the tenets of Socratic persuasion and the theory of gestalt, or that states very loosely (apologies to Prof. Awa for the bastardization to follow) the brain has self-organizing principles that structure how our perceptions are processed. It is the factor that allows us to see various images based on our experiences. Do you see two faces close together or one goblet? There is much, much more to the theory, but here's the point.

This is stuff I haven't thought about in a very long time. We were driving down the street the other day and couldn't figure out what in the hell Sam was talking about when he said, "there's another one, Mommy. One of those big piles of cocoa."

We were passing a garden shop and it was an enormous mound of mulch. But why would he know that?!

1 Comments:

At 5:30 AM , Blogger Julie said...

The beauty of the innocent mind. If I saw large piles of cocoa as I drove down the street, I would be a happy lady. Less than a month until the Bastedo trip to Mystic! Let's make our plans soon!! (We're staying at that Carriage House at 26 Pearl, too)

 

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