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Nathan Wackett
English 101.18
WA2
A Sea of Literacy
As I sit here, staring at a blinking blank document, with just my header and a
catchy title that I thought sounded pretty cool, listening to my music, thinking of this very
sentence I am typing right now in my head, letting every grammatical rule, and spelling
the sea of literacy that floods me every time I end up in this situation. I know it’s paper
time. Just this glimpse into the current moment is affirmation that literacy of some sort is
Waking up, reading the alarm clock. Reading. Numbers. Literacy in the morning.
Going to take a shower, reading the hot or cold knobs. Reading. Hot. Cold. Literacy in
the wash. Going to class, reading books, knowing what the jumble of semi-Greek
symbols and markings means and what those groupings mean within themselves. From
playing in band and ensembles and writing music to reading and playing notes and
having to know where these notes go and why they go there. For me these are the main
branches of my everyday literacy experience. But there are so many more aspects that
can come in to play. Interpreting art, conversations, numbers on meters, even personal
me, the bulk of my literacy expedition into life is playing, reading and studying music. It
is the sole reason why I am in college. Most of my days are spent in theory class,
breaking down pieces of music and how and why they work, like an architect studying
the principles of design; I study the structure and principles of music. (Others are spent in
performance classes, such as piano, marching or jazz band and my guitar lessons, where I
have to read and think of chords, rhythms and melodies and their placement on my
instrument, or even in the rare event that my band becomes active enough to play show, I
have to think of all that I’ve written and any extra exciting bits we have thrown in to
spice up our performance.) Even when I am just relaxing in my room, writing music I
have to think, “This won’t fit, or it’ll sound bad, or not sound how I need or want it to.”
editing/recording music or social networking, or even in this case, writing a paper, this is
inflections, even on the Spanish speaking channels I can pick up a fair percentage of what
the actors and newscasters are meaning. I tend to think of myself as a fairly intelligent
young man, I understand languages enough to know what words mean, and being in a
society and species that has language and communication, these things are always around
me. Otherwise we’d be grunting and throwing sticks and stones… although these in
themselves seem to be some kind of literacy, and even can be part of today’s human
literacy based on the person. All this literacy stuff seems to pretty much be human
nature.
There is one thing that I haven’t quite touched on, that I would like to, that I think
maybe a fair percentage of people may end up ignoring in hopes of trying to find some
super awesome meaning of literacy above the generally accepted (even I am guilty of that
by throwing music in front of me to guard myself from this fact) but, books still do exist,
and they are not the financial burden that college students like myself should fear. I know
a ton of people who still read these days, the lot of my friends mostly read themselves.
But I find myself in the group of kids who in a way shunned the written word. Only
having to read if tortured by the fear of a failing mark in a class. I had read at one point in
my life where it was enjoyable and I could learn what I wanted, and escape to some
fantastical land. But with the advent of Nintendo and the television, a lot of my
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WA2
generation missed out on this vocabulary expanding, energy efficient form of
entertainment. I fear a lot of people don’t partake in this activity any more, even I am
guilty, I occasionally read, trying to chisel through the Harry Potter series, but I sadly
daily partaking of litera-seafaring, the once white whale of my paper is now covered in
the inky markings of completion and I can get back once again to playing my guitar. The
waves of my mind calming as the beast sinks to the briny deep of the sea of words
covering it, the cascading calm comes through and the ship is back to tranquil turf…or
surf in this case. Maybe one day Nahab will conquer extra curricular book reading too,
and have this activity join the school of other litera-sea fishes he has swimming in the
vast expanses of his mind. The tide of the litera-sea has ebbed away to come back again
for another paper, another day. Until then, I’ll be only waist deep in literary goodness,
just (t)reading water with common spoken words, the occasional bulletin or sign and my
music.