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Thoreau Imatation and Analysis...

I know that this is an Emerson community...but perhaps someone could help me with a little thing about his Mentee... :)

So, for WR 100...we have to write a paper, on any topic, imitating the style of Thoreau in Walden...so if anyone has read it...could you help me out and perhaps read my paper and tell me if I'm on the right track...if it is Thoreau like...lol...



My Thinking Spot (Thoreau Imitation and Analysis Paper)

My first class starts at eleven on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, however, I find myself rising earlier. Most college students would see this as absurd. At first I thought, perhaps, that it was my roommate’s class schedule that caused me to awaken early; it was not, for on days where she did not need to be awake so early, I still found myself with open eyes.

On these days, I vacate my room, and leisurely walk down Bay State Road. The beauty of the leaves calls to me. Something draws me to them, perhaps the early change of colors. In New Jersey, the state which I hail from, the leaves do not begin to change colors until late October, but here they were already changing when the first student walked through the door. Always am I led to leaves that have a particular uniqueness to them—perhaps I am seeking leaves that I can relate to? There is a beautiful journal that I received as a gift not long ago; I place them between the cover and the first page. Sometimes I feel moved to write poetry about them—how the leaves and I are sisters. In the one poem I had written, I had made sure to keep “i” lower case. There are two reasons for this. One is that it was a feature of the poetry of EE Cummings that I had always admired—he seems to make himself no greater than anything else on earth—counting himself equal to all creatures. The other is a quote from the Bhagavad-Gita where Sri Krishna mentions destroying the attitude of “I, Me, and Mine”, reducing one’s ego and placing oneself as Cummings did. They almost merge together in one thought—that people aren’t as great as they find themselves. Many people are always speaking of how great humans are and their technology. It is amazing the things that humans have produced, but perhaps we’ve gone too far. Let them worry about their commute and will they ever notice the beauty of a summer shower?

In due time, I reach Marsh Plaza, which is one of my favorite places on campus. There’s something about the archways; they are almost like medieval architecture. Surrounding the plaza, there are stone benches; on the side of the church closer to the School of Theology, is a bench under a tree. What a grand thinking spot it is! I started calling it so for the sheer fact that I found myself drawn there—to think, muse, read. Ever the loner, contemplator, and seeker, I needed time with myself.

“To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet”- Unknown

It is quite important to remove oneself from society sometimes. There is so much that one can learn about oneself, from oneself. One time I had received a pamphlet for the Self Realization Fellowship and there was a quote from Paramahansa Yogananda that said, “You realize that all along there was something tremendous within you, and you did not know it.” Truly I believe that, I wanted so bad to remind myself of that, that I put it
on a collage that I was making and so, as I speak, it stares down at me as a constant reminder. People are so rushed, flustered, moving, moving, ever moving; do they ever stop to notice? Do they ever spend that precious time with themselves? A friend once asked what I thought was the time in history when society started to fall apart. Granted that history is full of ever moving and changing, rising and falling civilizations, none of which are the least bit utopian, I answered, the Industrial Revolution—mass and fast industrialism; humans became statistics, numbered workers to work tireless machines. What happened to the joy of simple living? “Let it be forgotten! “ screamed the masses. There were so many new and easy ways to perform tasks. The generations became increasingly caught up in this technology—and this world was never the same. Not many of the world’s lost children have the time to find themselves. Maybe that is what I am trying to do. Not be one of the lost children, not being like everyone else.

So, I find myself in this peaceful spot. Thinking, contemplating, the new adventure that is university. How could one not sit and appreciate this blessing? It is certainly unfathomable. Perhaps the students do, and they don’t want it known. Oh! truly it is my deepest wish that they do harbor this appreciation in some form; the opportunity that many never had. Within the stone plaza, the children of the world wonder to and fro. Watch them and you will see the most amazing things; know them and you will understand things, about them, about yourself. My brown sandals sit at the foot of the bench, blending in with the leaves. As I slip them on, I have one last thought for my thinking spot, one of nothingness. How sacred is nothingness! —both everything and nothing at all. Now I leave myself, and join my brothers and sisters on this journey of academia, only to return again either on those free mornings, or when my Self calls to be heard.


(x-posted in my journal)
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