Prologue from Emme: Every summer my management team at Ahimsa Media works with a couple of aspiring creatives to help them hone their crafts and introduce them to various tools of the trade, and I always steal them away to the trenches here on Being Emme. This summer, we are working with two wonderfully talented UBC Students ~ Hannia Curi and Megan Ho. As an introduction to Being Emme, I had them each do a post introducing themselves. Here is Hannia’s.
Hello, my name is Hannia. I love telling stories. I also love talking about myself. In fact, talking about myself might be my greatest passion, barring lying in bed watching television while eating ice cream or going through one of many, many cans of soda. (Seriously, I once spent a night watching movies with a friend and by the end of the night, I had enough empty soda cans to build a small castle.) So when I was tasked with writing a self-introduction, I all but squealed with joy at a chance to dedicate an entire post to talking about me me me me me without necessarily having to get on to any other topic. However, as much as I enjoy churning out dissertations on the being that is Hannia Curi, when it comes to writing a self introduction I hit upon a mortal enemy I’ve found I have as a writer: too much choice tends to stop my tracks. I mean, there are many things I could say about myself. I could spend paragraphs informing the virtual world about my flaws and where they came from, or talking about my favourite TV shows, or my hometown, or the places I’ve been and memorable people I’ve met. All of these are good choices, I think.
But I’m pants at making decisions
Eventually, though, after much thinking (read: staring at the ceiling until the answer appears like a vision from heaven), I finally came up with an idea. I decided to write three mini stories regarding some aspect of myself and share that with the class, so to speak. I may have been inspired by this Tumblr post I happened upon. (Warning: the layout is very bright. There are no flashing lights, but if overly bright colours are an issue for you, please be cautious!) They’re… tenuously connected, if at all, but here they are.
I spend a lot of time analyzing my past in an attempt to find the root cause of my present troubles. In one of these attempts, I came across one specific memory. It’s a little vague, some parts are clearer than others, but here goes:
I was seven years old. A friend and I were talking to this one boy at recess. My friend asked him why he was always so nice to girls. He replied that it was because he liked every girl in our class … Except for me. I never really had the best relationship with boys at that age, so this wasn’t that surprising to me, really. When I was younger, I was deeply entrenched in the “girls rule, boys drool” mindset and this was just an example of boys proving their yuckiness.
I’m older now and, really, not that much wiser, but my petty rivalry with the male half of the population has long reached an armistice of sorts. But man, am I still angry at this kid. Can’t say I remember his name, but there are some things a girl like me will never, ever forget.
I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for the past week. It’s a song from my junior high days, when I switched from only listening to music from the 1980s or earlier, to only tolerating Japanese music in my life. I stopped listening to it around my second year of high school, but it’s made a bit of a comeback in my mind. I loved it very much back then, and when I attach to a song I may stop listening to it for years, but when I hear it again after all that time it’s like meeting an old friend and catching up on our lives with every replay.
(Also, I do recommend giving the artist, Gackt, a listen (beyond this song) if you’ve never encountered his music until now. He has one of the most heavenly voices I’ve ever come across. As for other Japanese artists I like… Shiina Ringo is the bomb, check her out too! This is a favourite of mine.)
On My Future
‘Tis the season for course planning, and I’m pretty sure my approach is to let Jesus take the wheel and practically form my schedule at random. Yes, I’ve made sure to start chipping away at my science requirement, loath as I am to suffer a science course. I’m taking courses that align with my specializations, so there is some method to my madness here. But when I’m looking through the list of courses, I’m not making my selections in that militaristic, no-nonsense manner I always did before. Naturally, I see this as going completely off the rails.
I may have chosen to just pursue a double major because I can’t decide between English Lit and Film Studies, am already signed on as a major in both, and am resigned to the fact that I will be in university for a fifth year. More time to grow, I say.
Truly, I am destined for greatness.