Learning about learning.
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anonaphididaeI'm hoping I can make mine look a bit prettier, but between fiddling with the website and browsing the web, I came across a really impassioned philosophy teacher on YouTube. He's really engaging to watch. Seeing someone so passionate and articulate in their field is always so neat to me.
Yesterday night I watched through the rest of Whiplash with a friend and rambled through thoughts trying to come to a conclusion on what I thought about the movie as a whole. The ending made me think about the process of internalizing a skill and the ecstasy and freedom one has once that skill or thing's been internalized. Like, imagine you've just been handed a script, and were told to memorize lines for a play. You'd rehearse them in the shower, fumble through them with a scene partner, read them aloud in your bedroom, till eventually, after a few weeks or a month or so, you could get into character at the drop of a pin. Reciting a monologue to you becomes second nature. And with that groundwork, once you're on stage you're playing around with your lines, messing with different intonations, adapting with a changing environment or crowd. You could put on the same show on a town green as you would on a thrust stage and you'd feel incredible doing so.
Or, like, the feeling of confidence you'd have before a test, knowing that you studied the material weeks in advance and easily explained the material to a friend a moment beforehand, as opposed to the feeling you'd get from cramming the day before.
I don't know how to explain it. I'm sure there's a word for it.
My point is, the movie ends with this like 10 minute drum solo from the MC after he's shown throughout the movie practicing his ass off to play this really difficult jazz song, and going to rehearsals just to get fucking obliterated by his instructor. Like, to the point where his hands would gush blood. (I don't know if drummers do that actually, but I can imagine that it's something that happens??) He played with such raw passion at the end. Like, as corny as this may sound, like he WAS the drum set.
It's just interesting that a layout for learning can be applied to not only the arts, like I had initially assumed, but to everything that you might learn in life, or anything that you apply effort to. The professor I'm watching is able to teach and explain these rather complex philosophical ideas because it's what absorbs his life, and it's what he's invested long hours into. I'm sure teaching and being able to connect ideas in the way that he does and do it with such ease must give him a metric ton of adrenaline.
When you sort of put things within that context, it makes the arduous process of learning and note taking and test taking all the more worthwhile to me.
Yesterday night I watched through the rest of Whiplash with a friend and rambled through thoughts trying to come to a conclusion on what I thought about the movie as a whole. The ending made me think about the process of internalizing a skill and the ecstasy and freedom one has once that skill or thing's been internalized. Like, imagine you've just been handed a script, and were told to memorize lines for a play. You'd rehearse them in the shower, fumble through them with a scene partner, read them aloud in your bedroom, till eventually, after a few weeks or a month or so, you could get into character at the drop of a pin. Reciting a monologue to you becomes second nature. And with that groundwork, once you're on stage you're playing around with your lines, messing with different intonations, adapting with a changing environment or crowd. You could put on the same show on a town green as you would on a thrust stage and you'd feel incredible doing so.
Or, like, the feeling of confidence you'd have before a test, knowing that you studied the material weeks in advance and easily explained the material to a friend a moment beforehand, as opposed to the feeling you'd get from cramming the day before.
I don't know how to explain it. I'm sure there's a word for it.
My point is, the movie ends with this like 10 minute drum solo from the MC after he's shown throughout the movie practicing his ass off to play this really difficult jazz song, and going to rehearsals just to get fucking obliterated by his instructor. Like, to the point where his hands would gush blood. (I don't know if drummers do that actually, but I can imagine that it's something that happens??) He played with such raw passion at the end. Like, as corny as this may sound, like he WAS the drum set.
It's just interesting that a layout for learning can be applied to not only the arts, like I had initially assumed, but to everything that you might learn in life, or anything that you apply effort to. The professor I'm watching is able to teach and explain these rather complex philosophical ideas because it's what absorbs his life, and it's what he's invested long hours into. I'm sure teaching and being able to connect ideas in the way that he does and do it with such ease must give him a metric ton of adrenaline.
When you sort of put things within that context, it makes the arduous process of learning and note taking and test taking all the more worthwhile to me.
