{Learning Reflection 4}
When I visited Boston over fall
break, I had the opportunity to venture on the Freedom Trail. It’s a trail marked by red bricks that goes
through the historic city and passes famous sites from the times of the
American Revolution. As a true tourist,
I dragged my friend Baily and her boyfriend along. She had lived in Boston for over a year but
had yet to see some of these national landmarks, and I was determined to change
that. We had taken AP U.S. History
together in high school, but we didn’t’ remember anything from that arduous
class. I figured we could at least
appreciate the spots like John Hancock’s grave and where the Boston Massacre
happened centuries ago.
The trail began at the Boston
Commons, a beautiful park that was made even more splendid with the changing
seasons. There was a family taking a
portrait under a tree with bright red leaves.
I was delighted when they set a self timer on a camera that was placed
on a tripod then, when the time for the picture, threw a pile of cardinal red
leaves into the air.
I got to see Paul Revere’s house, his grave, and the Old North Church
where lanterns were lit; one if by land, two if by sea. Baily’s boyfriend, a computer science major
at MIT, marveled at the simplicity of this code. It was an effective means of communicating a
message without the complexity of zeros and ones that he typically dealt
with. I agreed with him, that simplicity
could often be the best solution, although I have no idea how to code a computer
program.
I saw the meetinghouse where Patriots got riled up and went outside to meet
British officers. They hurled insults
until a fight and broke out ending in the death of five Bostonians ultimately
adding to the already heavy tension. As
someone who has always enjoyed history, I was fascinated at seeing these places
made famous by history. It was like
walking through my old American textbooks.
We ended our Adventure Through Time
near the Boston Harbor at the Boston Tea Party Museum. Unfortunately, the Museum had just closed,
but the gift shop was still open. The workers in the store were dressed in 18th
century clothes and even spoke with old-fashioned dialects. It was weird and great at the same time. While Baily and I walked around the store, I
joked that I was going to buy one of the hundreds of small boxes of tea that
were on sale and go throw it into the harbor outside. She told me that alternatively, I could throw
five dollars into the water. I
restrained.
Across the street from the gift
shop were two art installations. One had
plexi glass of all colors of the rainbow attached to the railings over the
harbor. The intent of the artwork was
“to catch the natural and ambient light to create a luminous field of color and
alternating hues.” As each day
progresses, the light shining through glass will change so that it never has
the same effect twice. I really enjoyed
the ephemeral nature of this artwork, entitled “Shimmer” and am glad that I got
to be one of the people to see it before it was removed.
The other art installation was a
pyramid floating on the water. The
description on the rail overlooking the water simply says, “Boston
cobblestones, floating on water in the shape of a pyramid, marking past and
future history.’ What I find most
striking about this description is the phrase, “future history.” I still have no idea what it means.
I realize I learned a lot as I
reflect on my trip to Boston. I learned
that sometimes, simplicity is best, sometimes, beautiful things are temporary
and meant to shed a different light or a different color on our perspective,
and sometimes we aren’t supposed to understand everything in life. These are probably all big stretches to
metaphorically apply my experiences up north to my life, but they are still important
lessons to learn. I’m glad I had the
opportunity to travel down the trail to freedom that eventually led to this
nation we live in today. My adventures
in Boston offered me insight and new perspectives, which is all I can ask for in
my travels.