My daughter, Erin, is home for a visit this week. (It's her spring break.) As many of you know, she is a grad student at Carnegie Mellon University, just finishing up work for her Master's degree in English Literature and Cultural Studies.
Erin is particularly interested in literature as it intersects with pop culture; or "new media." She is frequently frustrated in her efforts . . . because the field is just emerging, really, and changing as fast as "media" does these days! She encounters both professors and students who are not quite. . . well, ready . . . for the "new" in "new media." Erin, though, has always (since her tiny toddler days) been incredibly perceptive to the world around her. She is . . . On To Something . . . and she will perservere. (Just wait.)
Anyway, she has a blog of her own, and she frequently (between tales of life in a new urban setting, the frustrations of graduate school, video game reviews, and political rants) writes of her own thoughts about this emerging field.
I thought it might be fun for her to become a "guest blogger" here on my blog today. When I read this post of hers last week, I was quite moved. I hope you will be, too.
Take it away, Erin. . .
Statement of Intent
I was born between 1980 and 1999. I am a Millennial, and they keep telling me that I am the future.
I grew up with the Internet. I transitioned from cds to mp3s, from VHS to DVD. I learned to type before I learned cursive. I learned my multiplication tables from Math Blasters. I grew up with Nintendo and Microsoft and Apple and cellphones.
I was twelve years old on September 11, 2001. I remember sitting in my classroom—I believe it was pre-algebra—that morning, watching the classroom television in silence, transfixed by the image of the planes crashing into the World Trade Center. I remember not really understanding what was going on or why it was happening. I was twelve. My main concern: were there any planes coming to get me?
I watched President Bush address the nation. I watched him declare the “war on Terror.” I remember a time before Homeland Security. I followed the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan on and off as I went through middle school, high school. I watched some people I graduated with go off to war. I went to college. I cast my vote for Obama in 2008. I watched the banks collapse only to be bailed out. I studied the corporate greed. I saw it happen before my very eyes.
I follow Occupy in the news, I watch the police and the politicians try desperately to stop the most deadly force: a group of people who have seen the world collapse...and not seen anyone trying to fix it.
I study new media and culture. I bash my ideas against a wall of resistance. The professor doesn't understand that there is no difference between a book and an eBook. It's what is written that matters. I think they're afraid of me and my ideas. Because they know when I was born.
I was born between 1980 and 1999. I am a millennial, and I am your future.
And I’m not going away.