Okay, since this is supposed to be a stream, I will let my head go and let the fingers follow.
Art. Art and Music were always my favorite subjects in school. I can’t imagine getting through school without them. And you want to know something funny? I always felt the teachers gave me ‘A’s in those classes because they felt sorry for me.
That is silly to think it now because I rarely got lower than ‘C’s. If I flunked everything I could understand that thought process but that wasn’t the case. In fact, I dumbed down in school as I was afraid to stick out as a nerd or smartypants.
The classes I did worse in were Geometry and Fourth year Art. Geometry just never made sense to me. More about that later. The Art class I nearly flunked? I was in ninth grade. It was because of the high grades previously that they put me into senior Art. That would have been exciting but without having that teacher before I found the class confusing.
First of all, we didn’t ever do art. It was a daily class of taking notes the teacher wrote on the board. My mom was proud of me qualifying for that class but I complained about it every day. She told me to stick it out. The grade would result from handing in the notebook of notes at the end of the semester. I wanted to draw or learn to paint. I got the note to take home that I was failing the class. I had to stay after school every day to do the note-taking. Ended up I got a ‘C’. And I’d like to say I didn’t learn anything. But I learned a lot about perspective and actually can still see some of my notes with illustrations in my head. The teacher was crazy and often spoke of meeting space aliens. That should have been fun for me as I’m a sci-fi fan from way back. But he harped on it so often that I was worried about people being taken. Distractions from art.
Just a quick note. I squeaked by with a ‘D’ in Geometry. Once again daily after school with a lot more help. One of the smarty nerds tried to help me. The teacher tied to help me. I still don’t get it. I loved Algebra. But that class did me in! Glad they didn’t flunk me.
Remember how I said I can still see pages of the notebook from that Art class way back then? That is a common theme of how I have remembered things all my life. In classes, as I take notes (notice present tense) I would draw in the margins or even try to make my notes as illustrated as possible. Any doodle will do, though. Somehow I could remember the page of notes by the pictures I drew. Even in college, even if I take a class online now, drawing helps me remember.
Another memory thing I’ve discovered lately is when I am knitting something it seems to connect to that cellular memory. Well, I guess that is what it is. Does it happen to you? When I pick up the project the next day I can remember what I was watching or what conversations I was having when I last touched it. I think that is my art memory popping up. When I see that project finished in other times I still feel the memory. Weird?
In my Music History class in college, I found another kind of art helped me. I have never been very good with names and dates of history classes. In this class, I found that if I made a story of the names and dates or terms I could get all the answers. It worked so well that my classmates would ask me to tell them the story before the test. They started getting better grades, too. The only example I can think of now had to do with the Hippodrome. I pictured Disney’s crocs and hippos dancing ballet and somehow that helped. The sad part is, I can remember the pictures of the story but not why I memorized them. So that only worked on the short term for tests. Storytelling is an art, too.
The same visual effects worked for memorizing piano music. I could see cartoon cats chasing cartoon mice across the keys.
Just working on Escapist Coloring for Linda’s other fun blogging adventure, brings that art memory back.
Am I the only one this arty thing happens to? This makes me think. Since my grandmothers, both died of Alzheimer’s, I hold a huge fear of this disease. Maybe I need to start doing a lot more art to keep that part of my brain working. How does it help old people that have it? Are there studies out there about this?
On an aside, I find when I play oldies but goodies I feel the feeling of those bygone days. I’ve told my people that if I get the big “A” play those for me from the ’60s and ’80s to making wake the brain.
SO… I hope you didn’t need a canoe to go with me down this Stream. And I certainly got a lot of Jot out of it. Hope it was good for you.
Thanks to Linda G. Hill for #Just Jot It January and #Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
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I enjoyed your stream. Is interesting. My brain is visual, too. I can relate to some of your experiences in remembering. My weird thing is seeing dialog, all dialogue, like letters on a typewriter. It’s written as it goes. My life is subtitled by my own brain.
Everyone’s brain is different. I started struggling in math by long division and it’s never gone away — However, geometry was the math that made the most sense to me. Whereas, I live with people who can compute in their heads and didn’t ‘get’ geometry. My Moo, distinguished honors kid, had to get some help with geometry. Shocked me.
Arts were a class I always enjoyed. I was never the girl with the most talent, but I held my own, and had a wonderful time with them. My mother was the girl with the most talent and I suppose it rubbed off a bit (or came in the genes.)
I wonder about brain plaque. I do. What a strange and terrifying illness. Moments of lucidity hold real beauty though.
Thank you. I still don’t like long division, but I can’t do it in my head. Almost all math I have to put it on paper to SEE it. Oh, I don’t know if you have yWriter to write in but I use it for NaNo, and I put on typewriter sounds. It seems to speed up my writing. But the family doesn’t like hearing it. I can’t wear headsets or earbuds without getting ear infections, so I don’t often do it unless they are all off in other parts of the house. I bet you are fantastic in your arts! I think writers are artsy. We all have different results. Yeah. My dad’s dad passed while (and probably because) my grandma’s illness. She couldn’t figure out why he was away so long. But she had a good attitude about it and said it was up north getting the place ready for her. She had the best sense of humor and even if she didn’t remember your name she could keep a conversation going and the crowd laughing. My mother’s mother was more serious and seemed to lose the ‘edge’ she had before. She was a lot like Granny of Beverly Hillbillies. About 4 feet tall and thin but don’t make her mad! And she could crack those dirty jokes with the best of them, but she got so weak and frail. Maybe because grandpa had passed of Parkinson’s and they had been together till the end it affected her more???? What was cool was that as I became an adult, I felt very close, like friends, with my dad’s mom, so mostly she remembered me and if not she thought I was her sister. I never dissuaded her of that it made me feel closer.