Well, I talked to professor W and he agreed that there's nothing I can do to get teachers to provide accommodations they don't want to. The whole conversation was shorter and less "intensive" then I expected. I didn't have to go into specifics about "special needs". He never asked, fortunately. I forgot that not every professor demands your life story. I wrote about that before.
My parents agreed I could just take the class at the school I'm transferring to.
My parents agreed I could just take the class at the school I'm transferring to.
posted by Jeanette B at 7:16 AM
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Naturally, that's not too normal a spot to be used. I wouldn't let my account dissuade you, it really is a wonderful practice.
It's the goal of meditation to bring an end to the seemingly-endless cycle of extraneous thoughts arising and fading and arising again. By honing a meditative focus, extraneous thoughts slow, and, I'm assuming, eventually stop. One can be focused upon whatever one wishes, without being assaulted by worries, fears, and disturbences.
It is the result of years if not decades of meditative practice to finally be able to find that sort of focus, but it's something that comes in degrees. Having only meditated for a year, I'm able sometimes to focus my mind a bit, and feel a bit of the pleasure that comes from an empty mind. (It is an inherently pleasurable phenomenon; I don't know if you've ever experienced this [I don't know that I have], but if you're standing by a quiet mountain lake, looking out over it, sometimes you can find a sort of inner peace and calm, one that could be similar to meditation. I think when I'm usually in that situation, my mind usually is still racing and I'm tied up in them, so I fail to appreciate it. I would guess that you suffer from the same affliction.)
If you meant "stop thinking" in a more literal way, I guess you don't stop thinking, cuz the only way to do that is to have no brain activity. But, if I have understood what I've learned about meditation, a skilled meditator doesn't think by any convention as understood by a normal person. There are no words in the mind, no reactions (not even appreciating or minding the pleasure one experiences), not even a sense that there are none of these things. One simply exists, though it seems at the same time that one doesn't really have any notion of existence.
The way that I meant it when I wrote it was just to stop ruminating on the same things over and over. Whatever good it could render is overridden by the stress it creates. Answers arise eventually on their own.
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