By Emily Gardner and Patrick Naremore
We are revamping Humans of University, a relatively new project at UHS. Designed to share stories of your peers, the interviews will challenge assumptions and create a better understanding of the humans we see every day.
I believe there are ideas in everyone’s head, millions of words. Words that are arranged in a perfectly unique way to create something never said or even imagined before. Yes, my life is a series of words, just as yours, many of which are followed by question marks. My life has been filled with billions of moments. Trillions of ideas are stuck in my head, just as your ideas are stuck in yours, and the only way to portray them to everyone else in this world is to use the correct words.
Everyone is stuck in their own minds, thinking of their very own thoughts trapped inside their very own heads. We forget to look around and place more question marks. And I am sitting here, writing to you, about myself. Yet my goal is that, through the course of these stories and publications, you will gain something more valuable than any of the ideas that reside in your mind. This gain is the thoughts of others and the stories that may change just one of your ideas or add thousands of question marks. I hope to offer each and every human of University a new awareness of the unseen moments and unspoken thoughts.
Here is an example of a Humans of University interview with Patrick Naremore:
What’s the first memory that comes to mind with the word childhood?
When I think about my childhood, I think of way back when I didn’t have to worry about anything or procrastinate on high-school homework until seconds before it was due. I think of my daycare when I was only about 3 or 4. This is a place that I will remember until I die. It was where I first started making memories. There is one day in particular that I remember. I remember that infamous day when a kid named Tyson stole my toy motorbike. This made me a furious little 3 or 4 year old. So I played it fair and square and stole his chocolates that he kept in his cubby. We had a little toddler rivalry and the next day I remember going in and seeing him playing with my little toy motorbike. But my daycare from oh so long ago will always be one of those nostalgic memories. One you look back on when you’re 50 and say “Well back in my day…” etc. Moral of the story is: if someone steals your stuff, steal something sweeter.
Coming soon to a computer screen near you. Be sure to think of some witty responses.